Mr.President, Let's Get a Divorce
Chapter 367 Did you make a mistake? (4000 words)_3

Chapter 367: 367 Did you make a mistake? (4000 words)_3

The feeling of constantly running into each other sometimes really sickened her.

For a married couple to interact to this point... if there was any talk of love, that would truly be absurd.

At least that’s what Tang Xiaohua thought.

Wen Nian said that his feelings for her had been worn away by her own hands...

Ha, wasn’t it the same with him?

Just quietly nurture the fetus...

That’s what she thought, but as Wen Nian watched her days become more and more comfortable, his heart grew increasingly furious, especially after the end of the month-long confinement...

During the confinement period, even if Wen Nian was seething inside, he didn’t dare lash out at Tang Xiaohua.

People say, during the confinement, one must not experience too much emotional fluctuation, must not be aggrieved, must not get depressed, must not be sad...

So, he had been holding it in all along.

After all, he couldn’t bear to see her hurt.

But now, a full month had passed, her complexion looked even rosier, and her figure seemed to have filled out.

Sometimes he would enter the master bedroom in the afternoon, and he could hear music playing while she hummed softly along to the tune.

Wen Nian found it increasingly incomprehensible... he couldn’t fathom how Tang Xiaohua’s heart could be so immense!

Suddenly losing a child had tied Wen Nian’s heart into a knot, a knot that tightened more and more as a month went by.

The pain in his heart by no means diminished with the passage of time.

The more distressed, heartbroken, and regretful he felt, he found Tang Xiaohua to be more at ease, more comfortable, more indifferent.

Pushing the door open, Tang Xiaohua was leaning in a rocking chair, with a lively classical symphony playing from the sound system, gently rocking the chair, waving her fingers in the air, and humming a tune just as merry as the music.

If he was there all the time, one could say she was pretending for his benefit!

But he wasn’t always there; this was just the way she was!

Not a trace of sadness, not a shred of regret...

Wen Nian walked over and turned off the sound system.

Tang Xiaohua looked up with a puzzled expression in her eyes.

"You’re ruthless, you’re truly ruthless."

"..."

Tang Xiaohua lowered her hands, crossed them in front of her, and looked at him with a detached gaze, the rocking chair still moving.

"Stop rocking!"

Wen Nian sharply halted the rocking chair with his hands, his face closing in on Tang Xiaohua in an instant, their breaths mingling.

"Can you not shout?"

Compared to Wen Nian’s anger, Tang Xiaohua’s calm seemed very soft.

But it was this softness that Wen Nian couldn’t accept!

"You’re happy like this?"

"People feed you, take care of you, you needn’t worry about anything. Just fatten yourself up, listen to music, watch TV dramas, what’s there not to be satisfied with in such a life?"

Tang Xiaohua retorted as if it was the most natural thing to Wen Nian.

Wen Nian took a deep breath,

"What about your dreams?"

"Aren’t they being strangled in their cradle by you?"

"You did it on purpose..."

"If you find me so unpleasant, you might as well let me go. I think you are already a bit psychologically twisted. You clearly loathe me, yet you still insist on entangling with me."

"You want me to let you go?"

"..."

"Lili, you wish. Soon, the whole country will know that you are my wife."

"..."

Tang Xiaohua looked straight at him, unmoved.

She was wrong, Wen Nian didn’t loathe her but despised the fact that he was powerless against her.

Yet, she was also right about one thing...

She indeed had tortured him to the point of psychological distortion!

Wen Nian pushed himself away, the rocking chair moving again, and he walked out!

The door closed behind him, he stood at the door and closed his eyes, calm down, stay calm... She was heartless, this woman simply had no heart!

"Sir...?"

Walking over with a medical kit was the family doctor.

Wen Nian pursed his lips,"You’re here. She’s inside..."

The family doctor nodded,"Then I will... go in and see the patient..."

"Go ahead, she hasn’t been to the hospital since the miscarriage, by all accounts, she should go for a follow-up..."

Wen Nian said indifferently.

For a man to be so knowledgeable about abortion procedures was rare, let alone for the President.

"I understand."

The family doctor nodded his head in response.

"You go then."

Wen Nian walked to the staircase and leaned on the railing, looking down at the huge atrium living room.

Why bother finding a doctor for her follow-up?

A woman without a conscience like her... deserved to suffer properly!

About ten minutes later, the door to the room behind him opened, and the family doctor, seeing Wen Nian lying there, approached him.

"How is it?"

Wen Nian asked.

"Sir..." the doctor furrowed his brow, "the lady’s child... isn’t it doing well?"