Lu Beichen held her hand, carefully squeezing it bit by bit, "Zhu Yiming took care of the wound, it won’t leave a scar! Just be careful in the future!"
"Mm, Little Uncle, don’t worry about it, I’m fine!"
She, on the contrary, told him not to worry, causing Lu Beichen to sigh, feeling helpless against her.
Tu Yingying, who was hiding at the corner upstairs peeking, saw this scene and stormed into Tu Meijiao’s room in anger.
"Well, now it’s just great! Not only was that woman unharmed, but Brother Beichen is so concerned about her!" Tu Yingying stomped her feet in dissatisfaction and turned to look at Li Siru, who was standing quietly on the side, "It’s all your fault. When I went there, why didn’t you stop me? Now Brother Beichen is going to hate me!"
Tu Meijiao was still feeling upset, having always been arrogant towards others, she never had to lower her voice to anyone, except Lu Beichen!
Hearing Tu Yingying say this, her anger flared even more, and she directed all her rage at Li Siru, raising her hand to strike, "Yes, why didn’t you stop her?!"
Feeling the slap about to land, Li Siru didn’t dodge, closing her eyes tightly as if resigned to being hit, yet the slap never fell.
"Even when hitting a dog, you have to consider its owner. She is my wife after all. Mom, if you hit her, where does that leave me?" Lu Beiyao put down Tu Meijiao’s hand.
Tu Meijiao then gave a cold snort and turned away!
But the sarcasm in his words was clear in Li Siru’s heart; to him, was she merely a dog?
He wrapped his arms around her all at once, "Let’s go back to the room first! Lu Beichen is very focused on that woman, so don’t act rashly for now!"
Having said that, Lu Beiyao pulled her by the shoulder and left.
As soon as the door closed, his cold voice faintly sounded in her ear, "Everyone wants you gone; do you really want a divorce? I refuse to divorce!"
Li Siru twisted her body to break free, only to be pinned against the wall by him. Looking at the woman in front of him with eyes as red as blood, his tone was even colder and sarcastic, "Scheming to marry me, and now you feel wronged?"
"Wronged?" Li Siru let out a cold laugh, "Why would I? You repeatedly saved me from mom and Yingying’s hands, I’m too happy for words!"
With that, Lu Beiyao’s large hand clamped around her neck, neither too light nor too heavy, making it slightly difficult for her to breathe, "Do you believe that even if I kill you now, the Li Family wouldn’t demand justice for you?"
Her usually serene face slowly opened into a smile, long hair draped over her shoulders, those watery big eyes that usually looked pitiful now appeared extremely cold, "Of course I don’t believe it! Seeing my face, could you bear it? If you did, you wouldn’t have married me in the first place!"
Lu Beichen’s face turned sinister, his hateful, terrifying appearance unabashedly radiating murderous intent, the strength in his hand increasing a bit more.
Li Siru’s hand instinctively grabbed the wall, her face turned red as if she was about to faint.
Just when she felt like she really was going to be strangled to death, he released his hand.
She was still gasping for air when he raised his hand to pat her face, "Since you know you still have that little bit of value, behave yourself as usual. Showing that shameless side of yours in front of me all the time is really not endearing to men!"
He bowed his head to hold her in his arms, feeling her body slightly heaving from the excessive breathing, he reached out and forcefully pinched the soft flesh on her body.