The Art of Pursuing: The Unyielding Ex-wife-Chapter 557: How can your heart be so cruel!
She then opened her mouth to curse, "What a damn jinx! Xia Weifu, why don’t you just drop dead! It’s all because of you that I’ve ended up like this today!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she grabbed the ashtray from the coffee table and hurled it at Xia Weifu without hesitation.
Xia Weifu slightly moved to the side, dodging the ashtray she threw.
The discontent in his heart evidently erupted due to her actions, and with a bang, he slammed his laptop shut, placed it aside, stood up, and approached Xia Yuge step by step. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
There was an aura of chilling hostility around him that made people fear, yet Xia Yuge seemed to be accustomed to this kind of Xia Weifu. There was no hint of fear on her face as she looked up to meet his eyes, which were cold enough to freeze.
"What? Was I wrong? All men with the Xia surname are disgusting. You should just die like your father!"
Her voice was sharp, echoing in the living room and overshadowing the sound of the TV, clearly reaching Xia Weifu’s ears.
He slightly furrowed his brows, stood firm in front of Xia Yuge, then, without warning, swung his hand and slapped Xia Yuge across the face.
Slap.
The crisp sound of the slap reverberated clearly.
Xia Yuge clutched her sore cheek, staring incredulously at Xia Weifu, who had laid hands on her.
There wasn’t a trace of sympathy or emotion on his face, but rather a hint of a sinister cold smile.
Xia Yuge, knowing him well, understood what he intended to do next. Only then did a trace of fear surface in her cold heart.
"Bitch, how can your heart be so ruthless! It’s not enough that you killed my father, but how could you kill our child!"
His voice was calm, like the wind on a winter night, calmly blowing past, yet mixed with an icy chill that made one shiver.
"Your father deserved to die! Our child? Ha, Xia Weifu, how can scum like you deserve a child, deserve to be a father. You will only become a disgusting wretch like your father! It was you who killed the child, not me!"
Xia Yuge’s accusatory screams reached Xia Weifu’s ears, snapping his nerves. His gaze at Xia Yuge grew even more sinisterly cold.
The next moment, he reached out to unbuckle the belt on his pants and unceremoniously lashed it at Xia Yuge.
"Ah!"
Xia Yuge let out a panicked scream, jumping up from the sofa, but before she could stabilize herself, Xia Weifu pushed her back onto the sofa.
With swift and skillful movements, he used the belt to bind Xia Yuge’s hands.
Xia Yuge cursed loudly, "Xia Weifu, you scum! Let go of me!"
