Chapter 387
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He wanted to have a baby again.
Lin Shiyu was speechless. She had never thought of getting pregnant. She was only 21 years old, and with the current state of their relationship, it wasn't suitable for them to have a baby.
She stretched out her fair hand and slapped his large palm away. She said coldly, "Young Master Fu, stop dreaming. I won't give birth to your baby."
Fu Qinglun's handsome face instantly darkened. He wasn't joking. He really wanted to have a baby with her.
At his age, he was old enough to be a father.
It would be great to have a son like him or a daughter like her.
But now she said that she didn't want to give birth to his baby.
His large palms pressed on her smooth shoulders and pushed her onto the bed. He pinned her down and pinned her down. "Shiyu, I didn't discuss this matter with you. I'm just informing you. I can see that you've been restless ever since you've been with me. You're always thinking of ditching me and finding a better family. That's why I'm telling you to stop dreaming. You'll be my wife in the future and you'll be my baby's mommy!"
With that, he leaned over and kissed her red lips.
Lin Shiyu quickly turned her head away, not letting him kiss her. Her mind was filled with the scene of him pressing himself on top of Lu Qi 'er and kissing her face.
Her delicate body stiffened like a rock. She hated being intimate with him and sleeping with him from the bottom of her heart.
It was simply unbearable.
She placed her hands on his muscular chest and pushed him away forcefully. "Fu Qinglun, I'm going to say it one last time. Don't touch me, scram!"
Fu Qinglun's eyes were bloodshot. He had been provoked by her. This woman had always been unruly and unruly. He wanted to conquer her and make her docile and obedient to him.
His long legs knelt by her side. He stretched out his hand and lifted the hem of her dress.
Slap! Lin Shiyu raised her hand and gave him a tight slap. "Fu Qinglun, have you lost your mind? Go look for Lu Qi 'er or Lin Ruoxi. If you dare to rape me tonight, I'll see."
Fu Qinglun's handsome face was slapped and he stopped moving. The atmosphere in the room became tense.
The man's handsome face was so dark in the dark, even his muscular chest was heaving up and down. "Lin Shiyu, I'm going to show you how I'm going to rape you tonight. Remember this, who's your man!" Lin Shiyu's face darkened.
He spread open the woman's slender legs, furrowed his brows and exerted force …
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Lin Shiyu was pinned to the bed. It was painful. All her nerves were screaming in pain.
Her two fair hands clenched the bedsheets beneath her tightly, and all the emotions she had been suppressing erupted at this moment.
She really hated the man on top of her.
Her 'Legend' had been taken away by him and given to Lu Qi 'er. It wasn't just a song, it was her talent and her dreams. He had cruelly strangled her wings.
At the age of 18, he had suddenly married her, raped her, and laid on top of her, calling out Lu Qi 'er's name.
The moment she had fallen in love with him had now become a thorn in her heart and the biggest joke in her life. He had tried to cheat on her during their marriage. Tears welled up in her pretty eyes. She suddenly hit him with her hands and feet and bit him with all her might.
"Fu Qinglun, I hate you. I hate you!"
Fu Qinglun didn't avoid her, he let her hit and bite him. He forcefully pressed her slender legs against the soft bed, and he had his way with her.
He looked at her condescendingly, disdainfully watching all her struggles.
He wanted her, and she could only endure it.
Lin Shiyu was tired of hitting and biting him. Her delicate body fell back onto the soft bed, and her fair hands fumbled around. She touched the vase on the bedside table.
She lifted the vase.
What was she going to do?
Was she going to hit his head with the vase?
Fu Qinglun didn't move an inch, he watched her hit him coldly. His eyes were filled with terrifying lust. He couldn't get enough of her soft and fragrant body.
He got a great deal of pleasure from her, a pleasure that made his handsome face contort into a ferocious expression.
Lin Shiyu looked at his handsome face and curved her red lips. This was a game between him and her. They had to fight to the death, and both of them would be injured. She lifted the vase and was about to hit herself on the head.
Fu Qinglun's bloodshot eyes narrowed, and he couldn't breathe. She wasn't hitting him, she was hitting herself.
Just as the vase was about to hit her head, he bent down without any hesitation and used his strong arms to shield her head from the vase's attack.
Bam! The vase hit Fu Qinglun's head, and it broke.
Lin Shiyu felt a warm liquid dripping on her dress. She lifted her eyes and saw blood dripping from his head.
He was actually so protective of her.
Lin Shiyu suddenly felt a throbbing pain in her heart. It was as though there was a needle piercing her heart. The pain was so sudden and intense.
Fu Qinglun's handsome face was devoid of any expression. He pulled himself out, carried the woman horizontally and placed her on the sofa.
Holding the rubbish bin, he went to clean up the broken vase.
Lin Shiyu glanced at him. He had already switched on the bedside lamp. Under the dim yellow light, she could see him bending over and cleaning up the mess on the carpet with his bare feet.
He was in a hurry just now, so he didn't even take off his clothes. But it looked very messy, and the corner of his shirt was sticking out of his trousers.
She saw a long wound on his right hand.
How did his hand get injured?
Lin Shiyu slowly closed her eyes.
After cleaning up the mess on the floor, Fu Qinglun entered the bathroom and picked up a wet towel to wipe the blood stains on his handsome face. He then fetched a basin of hot water and left the bathroom.
Coming to the sofa, he wet the towel and wiped the woman's body gently.
"You really don't want to do it with me?" he asked in a low voice.
Lin Shiyu's eyes were still closed. She didn't open her eyes to look at him, nor did she ask about the wound on his body. She raised her red lips and said, "Fu Qinglun, let's get a divorce."
Divorce again.
Fu Qinglun's dark red lips curved into a self-deprecating smile, and he carried the basin of hot water into the bathroom.
When he came out again, he was standing on the balcony. The cold wind blew on his white shirt, and there was still a large patch of blood stains on the shoulder of his shirt. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket and lit it up.
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