Song Yuqiao kept her head down, and Ye Zenan thought she was crying. He took a step forward to pull her, but she suddenly flung open, "Don't touch me!"

  Her eyes were very clear and didn't have a single tear.

  Tears represent weakness, represent a life of nothingness! Her tears had dried up long ago, every time she saw Ye Zenan and other women being affectionate with each other, long ago when she knew she had lost the qualification to be a mother, afterwards, she would never cry for anyone again!

  She endured the pain in her feet and walked with difficulty while leaning against the wall.

  "What's wrong with your foot?"

  Ye Zenan's eyes fell on the glass shards on the ground, with a faint crimson color on them. His pupils suddenly contracted, and he took a step forward, ignoring Song Yuqiao's opposition, and carried her horizontally up the stairs in big strides.

  Song Yuqiao struggled: "Ye Zhenan I can walk by myself! Put me down!"

  Ye Zenan held her arm and didn't move.

  This scene fell into Xu Wanli's eyes and became a loving quarrel, almost biting her teeth to pieces.

  But still in a soft and gentle manner, she said to Pei Yuling: "Sister and brother-in-law haven't eaten anything, I'll go make them some midnight snacks."

  Pei Yuling looked at the gentle and obedient eyebrows of the girl in front of her and said, "You're pregnant, don't move around, Liu sister, go to the kitchen to prepare some food and send it to Young Master's room."

  …………

  Upstairs in the bedroom, Song Yuqiao took out a pair of tweezers from the medicine box, holding an alcohol bottle with one hand and biting her teeth tightly.

  There were several pieces of glass shards embedded in the soles of his feet, with fresh blood oozing out, a shocking sight to behold.

  Ye Zenan copied his hands and stood up, really couldn't bear to look at it, bent down: "I'll help you..."

  "No need!"

  Song Yuqiao's words were squeezed out from between his teeth, the wind was running through his teeth, and a thin layer of sweat had already formed on his head. His hand holding the chopsticks began to tremble.

  Ye Zenan walked over without saying a word, directly snatching the tweezers from her hand, one hand restraining her ankle, and deftly picking up the blood-stained glass shards that had fallen to the ground.

  Song Yuqiao's eyes rolled back and she kicked her legs.

  "The more you move, the more it hurts." Ye Zenan pressed down on Song Yuqiao's knee, placing her leg on his own, then took a piece of gauze and placed it under her heel, wrapping it with tape.

  Ye Zenan looked at Song Yuqiao's fair-skinned feet and straight, slender legs, and suddenly felt a physiological reaction. He had always had an irresistible lustful reaction to Song Yuqiao, from the moment he met her, he knew this was what they called beauty.

  But this beauty has already become someone else's mouthful of food, and there have been other men who have had their way with her. Now that he thinks about it, he feels a sense of disgust in his heart.

  He actually didn't have a virgin complex, but for Song Yuqiao, he unconsciously had this kind of vulgar complex. After knowing that Song Yuqiao wasn't a virgin, he started crazily obsessing over virgins, as long as they were young girls.

  Thinking of this, he pushed Song Yuqiao hard, his face already darkened, and scolded in a low voice.

  Song Yuqiao was caught off guard by a push and fell onto the bed, Ye Zenan slammed the glass bottle of liquor in his hand against the wall with a loud crash, then stormed out of the room in a rage.

  With a loud crash, it was as if he had just crouched down to tend to her wound, and that moment of warmth was just an illusion.

  It's been three years since Ye Zhenan has been so unpredictable, Song Yuqiao should be used to it.

  Song Yuqiao stared at the ceiling with wide eyes, ten minutes later, she got up to pack her things and left the Ye's house with her suitcase. Only Liu Jie, who had been making medicine for her, came out to see her off, while her mother-in-law didn't even show her face. It was indeed a thin relationship like paper.

  "Madam, are you going on a long trip?"

  "Ah, going on a long trip."

  It's possible that it will never come back forever.