His eyes were deep and endless tenderness. His fingertips raised her red face, and his lips fell on the center of her eyebrows, eyes, and nose, and finally covered her lips. The kiss changed from shallow to deep, deep and long.

Lin Xinyan responded enthusiastically with her arms around his neck, as if she wanted to melt each other into her body before she could give up! ————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

On the third anniversary of the marriage, when Zong Yanxi wanted to tell Jiang Mohan that she was finally pregnant with his child, he gave her such a special gift.

"Why?"

She opened her eyes, and crystal water dripping in her eyes, but it never fell.

Because she refused to believe it.

Are all the love he once said fake?

If it is fake, what is he for?

Jiang Mohan pressed her step by step, and she had to retreat until she could not retreat. Jiang Mohan pinched her chin and said, "I marry you, but because you are the eldest lady of the Zong family, I marry you, not because of love, but because of hatred!"

He planned for this day for twenty years! “Hate?”

Her lips trembled, and the woman's crying was always broken like a pear blossom, with the softness of a woman saying goodbye. At this moment, Zong Yanxi did not shed tears, but just frowned, covering up despair.

Silently bear the pain he gave.

"Yes, hatred, in your eyes, in your father's eyes, can life be bought with money?"

His eyes were deep, cold and sharp.

Zong Yanxi didn't understand, "What are you talking about?"

What exactly does he mean?

What does this have to do with her father?
Chapter completed!