<h4>Chapter 11: Get an Abortion, Please?</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>Larbre Studio <strong>Editor: </strong>Larbre Studio


    He Xiyan pushed herself up from the floor, stumbling. She cautiously got up the stairs against the wall, her legs still stiff from curling all night that she still couldn’t take a step.


    She rubbed her eyes that were too swollen to open, her face pale and her lips bloodless.


    She had been thinking all night about what she should do. She even thought about letting it go, but just the thought of ending their marriage and living a life without Yixuan suffocated her.


    She couldn’t bear it. She really could not. She couldn’t ept their three years to end like this.


    She dragged herself to the familiar bedroom and grasped the man’s sleeves with her frozen hands.


    She exposed her tired face to the sight of the three people in the room who were working their ways to get her signature.


    Xia Yuwei was struck for a moment but soon put out her touchingly delicate look.


    Li Qin snorted without a hint of sympathy or guilt.


    Mo Yixuan twisted his tall body and shed a deep look at the woman in front of him who had been his wife for three years, a woman who loved him with her life.


    His heart twisted unexpectedly. He clenched his fingers, different expressions fleeting on his face.


    When he released his fist, he held the hand on his sleeves.


    Its coldness disturbed him and put a knot between his brows.


    Howe it’s so cold? And why are her eyes red and swollen like this? Did she cry all night? Silly girl.


    A pang of sorrow sliced through his heart.


    Mo Yixuan closed his eyes while holding it more strongly.


    “Yixuan, can we talk, please?” Xiyan asked, tears clogging her throat. Her voice could barely be heard because of the raucity from night long crying.


    Mo Yixuan nodded.


    He does owe her a chance to talk, or an exnation.


    Xiyan led him out.


    This was between them. She only wanted to talk to him alone, without others.


    She dragged him out of their bedroom, around the living room, to a guest room to the most left.


    In the guest room the couple looked at each other and for long words failed them.


    Two days earlier they were still gaily married. Though life was dried out by ack of passion and romance, they respected and understood each other. But everything changed in the past 48 hours, together with the weather.


    “I’m sorry! Yanyan, I’m really sorry!” The man’s deep voice first broke the silence, filled with guilt.


    For six months he had been tortured by his guilt for this woman, and the day before it was even overwhelming. That’s why he tried so hard to put up a poker face, because he’s afraid that otherwise he couldn’t harden up to break it to her.


    Truth is, he hurt, too. He might not love her in a romantic way, but more like he had gotten used to having her around and being attended by her. He thought he could just live a life just like that until he met Xia Yuwei, the woman who was also good to him and who was almost hit by a car because of him.


    Even then he had not indulged himself with the idea of leaving Yanyan, but Yuwei was pregnant, with his child. He couldn’t let his own child born out of wedlock, and he wanted to be a father himself, let alone his mother’s longing for a grandson.


    He Xiyan shook her head hard.


    She didn’t want his apology, not even a single word of it.


    “Yixuan,” she squeezed his arm, “you tell her to get rid of the baby, will you? You want a child, I can give you a child. The doctor said that I’ve been cured and that I can get pregnant now. Even if I can’t we can take other ways. We can also even try vitro fertilization.”