CEO's Beloved Sweetheart

0Along the way, Lu Yiran was trying his best to suppress his anger until he stopped at the parking area of the Lu's villa.    3

    

Just as the car stopped, Han Zhiyu took the initiative to open the car door. She wrapped herself in a tight coat and got out of the car.    

    

When Lu Yiran took a few steps forward to reach out and hug her, she leaned to the side and said softly, "I will go by myself. "    

    

Lu Yiran stood where he was and watched Han Zhiyu walk in step by step. He only followed after after a long time.    

    

Han Zhiyu walked in one step at a time. She did not look back and only said softly, "I will go and change clothes. "    

    

After saying that, she walked upstairs step by step.    

    

Her steps were very slow and steady. Every step seemed to be firm on something.    

    

Lu Yiran was downstairs. From finding Han Zhiyu's surprise to seeing Hee Yuanze's anger.    

    

It was as if he had been slapped several times. He was stunned.    

    

He never would have thought that in just two days after he had gone out, everything seemed to have deviated from its trajectory.    

    

He waited for Han Zhiyu to give him an explanation, including the child and Hee Yuanze.    

    

As long as she explained, he would be willing to listen.    

    

His eyes stared at the upstairs. Time passed minute by minute. His heart was anxious and he did not have the patience to continue waiting. He strode upstairs and just as he was about to open the door, the door opened from the inside.    

    

Han Zhiyu's expression did not change much when she saw Lu Yiran.    

    

She was not wearing the house uniform, but the clothes that she usually wore when she went out. She only glanced at him when she saw him and walked past him before going downstairs.    

    

One in front and one behind, he followed her downstairs. Han Zhiyu was very cold. The cold wind just now had made her bones feel cold.    

    

Without saying anything, she walked to the restaurant and prepared to pour a cup of hot water.    

    

Lu Yiran, who had been waiting, saw Han Zhiyu's unconcerned expression and had already reached the limit.    

    

It had always been him holding someone else's nose. Because he fell in love with her, he was now being led by the nose by this woman in front of him.    

    

His anger, jealousy, and worry matched her calmness. It was like a joke to him whether he cared or not.    

    

"Zhiyu, aren't you going to explain?"    

    

The big hand grabbed Han Zhiyu's wrist and pulled hard. The cup of hot water in her hand swayed unsteadily and spilled out, splashing on her hand. . .    

    

"Explain what?"    

    

The hot water was hot on the back of her hand and her fair skin was immediately red. Han Zhiyu acted as if she did not feel any pain and pulled back her hand as if nothing had happened. She slowly turned around and spoke calmly.    

    

Those pair of eyes were still very pretty.    

    

Calm, without any ripples.    

    

"Why is there no child? Why are you with Hee Yuanze? You don't intend to explain these things to me? "    

    

With just one sentence, Han Zhiyu felt as if all the blood in her body had been frozen, from head to toe.    

    

She originally thought that he did not know. So after coming out of Hee Yuanze's house, he endured his actions towards her.    

    

However, he didn't expect that he would actually question him with such an attitude.    

    

For a moment, Han Zhiyu felt as if she had never understood this man in front of her.    

    

She sneered and her thin lips moved, "Lu Yiran, let's divorce. "    

    

Lu Yiran's pupils tightened. The big hand on Han Zhiyu's wrist unconsciously became heavier. His deep eyes locked onto Han Zhiyu's calm eyes.    

    

"What did you say?!"    

    

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from the gaps between her teeth.    

    

He wanted her to explain. This was her explanation?    

    

Han Zhiyu quietly stood in front of Lu Yiran and looked at him as if she did not see the suppressed anger in his eyes. She lifted her lips again and spoke even more calmly, "Lu Yiran, let's. . . Wu. . . "    

    

The word marriage was stuck in her mouth.    

    

Lu Yiran pulled hard and Han Zhiyu fell into his arms. His other hand grabbed her lower jaw and lowered her lips. He used the fastest and most effective way to make her shut up.    

    

He could not hear the word divorce coming out of her mouth, but she still said it again and again, showing how impatient she was to divorce him.    

    

Since he had chosen her, he had no intention of divorce!    

    

The moment Han Zhiyu was kissed, the calmness on her face was broken in a second.    

    

Her eyes suddenly widened as she looked at the enlarged face in front of her. . .    

    

An unprecedented resistance.    

    

Han Zhiyu pushed both her hands against Lu Yiran, rejecting his approach.    

    

Lu Yiran's expression became even colder. Her resistance only caused his anger to intensify.    

    

The two of them were very close to the dining table. Lu Yiran loosened his grip on her wrist and directly supported her butt.    

    

He easily picked up Han Zhiyu, who had lost a lot of weight recently, and placed her at the dining table.    

    

He slid down her butt and grabbed her leg to measure her waist. As he pulled her towards him, his body also approached her.    

    

Han Zhiyu did not have much strength and could not get away from him at all.    

    

Her swaying head was grabbed by his large hands. No matter how she dodged, she could not avoid his approaching lips.    

    

Lu Yiran kissed her deeply. His large hands moved along her legs and moved to the side of her legs.    

    

When she resisted, he pressed his lips against hers and said in a warm and moist tone, as if he was coaxing her, "Zhiyu, don't let your emotions affect you because of the child's matter. . . "    

    

When Han Zhiyu reacted to his words, her struggling body suddenly froze.    

    

She thought that she would not feel pain anymore.    

    

But when she heard the word 'child' from his mouth, Han Zhiyu could still clearly feel her heart tighten. That pain instantly spread to her four limbs and five bones. . .    

    

In her mind, she could still recall the message that he had replied to her and the words that Ai Shiqi had said to her.    

    

Without thinking, Han Zhiyu raised her left hand.    

    

"Pa!" A clear sound broke the charm at this moment.    

    

A clear palm print appeared on Lu Yiran's left face, and the tenderness in his eyes disappeared completely.    

    

Han Zhiyu looked at him and her tone was firm. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from the gaps between her teeth. She said, "Don't touch me. Get lost!"    

    

Lu Yiran stared coldly at Han Zhiyu, who was sitting at the dining table. His thin lips parted slightly. "Han Zhiyu, don't even think about getting a divorce. "    

    

With a bang, the door was flung open and Lu Yiran left.    

    

Han Zhiyu sat at the dining table, her tensed body softened.    

    

After a long time, Han Zhiyu slowly slid down from the dining table.    

    

Her legs were a little weak and her hands were on the dining table to stabilize her body.    

    

Step by step, she slowly walked upstairs.    

    

Back in the bedroom. Han Zhiyu did not even take off her clothes and directly laid on the bed. She reached out and slowly pulled the blanket over herself to wrap it.    

    

The night gradually deepened.    

    

Han Zhiyu laid motionlessly on the bed and maintained the same posture.    

    

She curled up into a ball and placed her hand on her lower abdomen. It was flat, as if she had never had it before.    

    

Here, there was once a small life.    

    

When she knew about it, she actually did not feel much.    

    

It was only until the moment when she lost him that Han Zhiyu could clearly feel how he lost his life bit by bit.    

    

She could only watch helplessly, unable to do anything. . .    

    

In the darkness, Han Zhiyu's hands on her lower abdomen tightened and warm liquid flowed out of her eyes.    

    

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