Chapter 20

Ziyan was about to cry. She knew she had been a cup since she was born, but it would come out through her mouth to know how mean God was to her.

"Haven't you had a birthday?"

Zhuo Weiting took a deep breath and then took a deep breath. He didn't believe the answer.

"I'm redundant."

Ziyan bit her lips to keep herself from crying. The memories of her childhood flooded in.

Zhuo Weiting's heart tightened. What a sad sentence it was, but it was like a tragedy from her mouth.

"You are not allowed to say that about yourself in the future. You are my wife Zhuo Weiting."

Zhuo Weiting pulled her in front of her and looked at the little face full of tears. There was an ice rock melting on her chest.

"That's what they always say. If I were a boy, it would be different."

Ziyan met Zhuo Weiting's gentle eyes and slowly leaned her head against his chest.

"Why do you say that?"

All along, Zhuo Weiting never talked so much, but tonight, he kept asking why like 100000 why?

"She said that if I were a boy, my father wouldn't have an affair."

Ziyan leaned against Zhuo Weiting's chest and half of her scabbed wound tore open a little bit.

Just because he is her husband, she believes in him, and she is willing to let him know everything about her, including her unbearable childhood.

Over the years, she has been bearing everything silently and has never said anything to outsiders.

Although Ziyan used her, Zhuo Weiting recognized that she meant her mother.

He hugged Ziyan tightly. If a man cheated on the reason that a woman can't have a son, the man is an asshole.

If a woman blames her daughter for her husband's cheating, that woman is not worthy of being a mother.

"Before I was born, she thought I was a boy, so she named me son man, but I was not when I was born. Since then, I have no name. Ziyan was only used when she was at school."

Ziyan said, and her body shrank as if frightened.

"It's not your fault."

Feeling the water a little cold, Zhuo Weiting quickly picked up Ziyan, gently wiped the water for her with a bath towel, and helped her take off her pajamas.

"I'll do it myself."

When Zhuo Weiting's big hand crossed her chest, Ziyan trembled and finally returned to reality.

"Don't be like a little daughter-in-law in the future. Just remember that you're not wrong."

Zhuo Weiting gives Ziyan the bath towel, but takes the towel to wipe her hair.

"I'm not song Laidi. Aren't you angry?"

Ziyan's cold heart slowly warms up. He is not as cold and inhumane as his appearance.

"Angry, but it doesn't make me angry like your little daughter-in-law."

Zhuo Weiting sighed.

"Is it the same to you as long as it's a woman?"

Remembering what her father-in-law said during the day, Ziyan boldly asked.

"It was before marriage."

Zhuo Weiting was stunned and said half a sentence as a sentence.

"If you don't like it, I can leave."

Ziyan said in a small voice.

"If you want to go back, don't forget that you have signed the contract!"

As soon as Ziyan said she was leaving, Zhuo Weiting's tone obviously became cold.

"The contract was not signed in my name..."

"You!... your body has been given to me. Don't you care?"

Zhuo Weiting pulled Ziyan's bath towel