t and give her the respect a wife deserves. Otherwise, there are plenty of people willing to treat her well." 。"Are you talking about yourself You really are like that to her..." "Ah!" Shao Siniang ex...Thinking of this, Lu Hanchuan felt his heart pain even more intensely. He couldn't help but tear at his chest, beads of cold sweat trickling down the corner of his forehead. His entire appearance was quite disheveled.

He leaned against the wall as he entered the villa. When Song Yi saw him like this, even though she had some resentment towards him in her heart, it vanished in an instant. She hurriedly asked with concern, "Sir, what's wrong with you"

Aunt Song quickly helped him to sit down on the sofa and poured him a glass of water.

But Lu Hanchuan pushed the water cup away, his face pale as he asked, "Aunt Song, why am I in so much pain here"

"Where does it hurt" Aunt Song became even more anxious.

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"Here" Aunt Song was stunned, "Why is it painful here"

"I'd like to know that too, it just suddenly started hurting." Lu Hanchuan raised an arm to cover his eyes, his voice was rather hoarse.

Auntie Song hesitated and said, "Sir, shall I ask Dr. Shao to come over"

"No need." Lu Hanchuan raised his other hand slightly, refusing.

"But your chest hurts," Auntie Song was still worried.

"It's only when I think of Fu Xiaoyao that I feel pain," Lu Hanchuan replied in a low voice.

Aunt Song was stunned. "Madam What does this have to do with Madam"

Lu Hanchuan put down his arm that was covering his eyes, and looked at the tea table with a pair of deep eyes. "It has nothing to do with her, but whenever I think about what you just said, my heart suddenly aches."

Hearing this, Aunt Song was a little surprised. "Sir, you really are in pain here because of what I just said"

Lu Hanchuan nodded.

Auntie Song suddenly smiled, "Sir, are you worried about your wife"

"Do you pity her" Lu Hanchuan looked at her.

Aunt Song nodded. “Only when you're heartbroken for someone will you pay special attention to things related to them. Since you feel this pain here, it means you're heartbroken for your wife's experiences over the past three years, and you also know that you were wrong.”

"Is that so" Lu Hanchuan was slightly taken aback.

He knew he was wrong to be emotionally abusive towards Fu Xiaoyao, but that didn't mean he felt sorry for her.

"Yes, if you don't feel sorry for your wife, you wouldn't realize the mistake, and you wouldn't feel pain here either, sir. You have feelings for your wife, don't you" Aunt Song probed tentatively.

Lu Hanchuan's pupils dilated slightly, "I have feelings for Fu Xiaoyao"

Another person who says he has a crush on Fu Xiaoyao.

Shao Sini, Xiaoya, Qi Dongming, and now even Song Yi, they have all said that he has fallen for Fu Xiaoyao.

Could he have truly fallen for Fu Xiaoyao

"I don't know, sir, if you really have any feelings for your wife. But I ask you, seeing her like this now, do you feel sorry for her" Aunt Song said seriously.

Lu Hanchuan's thin lips moved, "I don't know..."

"Oh, I don't even know if he has any feelings himself. Sir, you really are..." Auntie Song shook her head and sighed, not knowing what to say.

Lu Hannan saw her so helpless, his eyelids drooping, "I only know, I don't want a divorce."

Three years ago, Fu Xiaoyao proposed a divorce. He didn't say a word and unconditionally let her go free.

Now he didn't want to anymore.

Especially when she brought up divorce, he almost without hesitation immediately rejected it, and in his heart, he hadn't even considered divorcing her.

But Madam has already decided to divorce, Mr. what are you going to do” Auntie Song’s hands were clasped tightly together in anxiety.

Of course she didn't want the two of them to divorce.

Lu Hanchuan looked up at the stairs, "As long as I don't agree, she can't get married."

"Yes, but I'm still a little uneasy..." Auntie Song sighed.

Lu Hanchuan pursed his lips in thought for a moment, then got up and went upstairs.

"Fu Xiaoyao." He twisted open the door and walked in, his gaze fixed on the woman sitting on the bed. His eyes were complex as he spoke, "Let's talk."

"I have nothing to talk to you about" Fu Xiaoyao looked at her phone, not even giving him a glance.

Lu Hanchuan once again felt the taste of being ignored, his heart was very uncomfortable, "Let's talk about what's between us."

“I said, there’s nothing much I want to talk about with you. Of course, if you want to talk about divorce, then I can talk to you.” Fu Xiaoyao finally looked at him.

But her cold eyes made Lu Hanchuan's throat tighten.

But after a few seconds, he collected himself and said in a deep voice: "I've already said it, don't even think about divorce. I won't agree to it."

"Then there's nothing more to discuss, unless..." Fu Xiaoyao's eyes flickered, deliberately dragging out the last syllable.

Lu Hanchuan looked at her, "Unless what"

"Unless you get revenge for my child and put Qi Dongming in jail, then I won't talk to you. Maybe I'll even forgive you." Fu Xiaoyao said coldly.

Lu Hanchuan hadn't expected her to say that. For a moment, his fist clenched, "You know I can't do that. I promised Xiaoya..."

"So you don't want to, do you" Fu Xiaoyao sneered. "Sure enough, in your heart, your child will always be less important than an outsider. I clearly saw through you, yet I still had hope for you, I was really stupid!"

Her merciless sarcasm, like a sharp sword, pierced straight into Lu Hanchuan's heart.

His Adam's apple bobbed a few times as he tried to speak, but suddenly found himself unable to make a sound.

Fu Xiaoyao saw that he did not refute her, thinking that she had hit the nail on the head, and her heart was even more disappointed, "Mr. Lu, you are truly magnanimous, even being able to easily forgive the person who killed your own child. I have to say, you are really great!"

She gave him a thumbs up, while inside, she felt a profound sense of despair for him.

She had already stepped back, only asking him to seek revenge on Qi Dongming alone, without involving Qi Ya, but he still refused.

So she really gave up!

"Mr. Lu, you go out, please. I want to be alone." Fu Xiaoyao closed her eyes, starting to drive him away.

Lu Hanchuan didn't listen to her and go out. He stood not far from the bed, staring at her.

She naturally noticed it, but didn't want to pay attention, so she went along with him.

Gradually, Fu Xiaoyao fell asleep. Only then did Lu Hanchuan move his two long legs toward the bedside and slowly sit down on the edge of the bed.

"Sorry..." Lu Hanchuan extended his hand and gently caressed the woman's face.

It's not that he didn't want to get revenge on Qi Dongming, he did.

But once he did that, Xiaoya would definitely be heartbroken.

After all, Xiao Ya only has Qi Dongming as a relative. If Qi Dongming goes in, who will take care of Xiao Ya Even if you want to seek revenge on Qi Dongming, at least wait until Xiao Ya recovers.

Thinking about this, Lu Hanchuan narrowed his eyes, withdrew his hand from Fu Xiaoyao's face, and then took out his phone from his pocket to make a call outside on the balcony.

The phone call was to Qi Dongming. When Qi Dongming received the call, he was taken aback. "Hanchuan, why are you calling me at this time"

"You said last time you'd compensate Fu Xiaoyao, right" Lu Hchuan spoke impassively.

Qi Dongming was taken aback for a moment, then nodded repeatedly, "Remember, remember, I haven't forgotten."

"Then just send the compensation over. I hope the amount won't be too small." After Lu Hanchuan finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Two hours later, Qi Dongming had someone bring compensation for Fu Xiaoyao, a check for five million.

Lu Hanchuan took a look and was quite satisfied.

"Sir, are you really going to give this lady all of this money" Auntie Song looked at the check in his hand and couldn't help but ask.

Lu Hanchuan hummed in response, "What's the problem" the other end of the phone.Lu Hanchuan took a deep breath, temporarily suppressing the anger in his heart, and said in a low voice, "I'm fine. You just said that Qi Ya and Luo Lan are very close, how...