My Ex-Wife Disappeared for Years and Had My Babies-Chapter 237 - 172 Sloppy Woman_2

Wei Lan never thought he would be such an unreasonable person; her good feelings towards him were completely gone.

For the first time, she chose to respond passively: "You have no right to talk about me."

"I have no right? Your marriage certificate still bears my name! And here I thought I owed you an apology, but it turns out you’re just as I expected!"

Wei Lan became agitated, her eyes reddening with grief, yet she stubbornly refused to let the tears fall: "Fine! If I’m such a woman, then let’s get divorced!"

"Divorce?" Jing Zan scoffed. "You wish! As long as I refuse to divorce, I’d like to see how you two could be together!"

"Jing Zan, I never thought you could be so despicable!"

Jing Zan was unimpressed and pointing at Yang Zi Chen said, "At least you two aren’t legally married yet, so please get out."

Wei Lan was furious and yelled at Jing Zan, "You should be the one to get out! This is my house!"

Yang Zi Chen wasn’t used to arguing with people, but that didn’t mean he was without temper, especially when he saw the woman he wanted to protect being bullied.

Jing Zan saw Yang Zi Chen stand up and knew from the grip he had experienced that morning that this man was not to be trifled with, and now, with Wei Lan siding with him, he would surely be at a disadvantage if it came to a fight.

So, before Yang Zi Chen could come any closer, he dragged Wei Lan into a bedroom on the side and immediately locked the door.

"Are you not lonely and going out to find men? Isn’t it because I haven’t satisfied you? Fine, I’ll give you what you want now!"

Ignoring Wei Lan’s cries, Jing Zan rudely threw her onto the small bed behind him and ripped off her jacket...

Yang Zi Chen jiggled the doorknob to no avail and, hearing Wei Lan’s cries from behind the door, his rage intensified.

He thought about finding the key but feared everything would be too late by the time he found it.

Seeing no useful tool around.

Yang Zi Chen stepped back, raised his foot, and kicked the door, each kick solid and forceful. After two kicks, the door dented.

Jing Zan, having completely lost his reason, became even more frantic when he heard the pounding on the door.

His only goal now was to possess Wei Lan. They say if you possess a woman’s body, you’ve halfway succeeded; even if they parted in the end, Wei Lan’s first time would be his, and she, just a broken woman, anyone could have her if they wanted.

However, Wei Lan was not cooperating, and with the sound of the door being smashed, it likely wouldn’t hold for another half minute.

His hands grew even more forceful, grabbing Wei Lan’s collar, ripping it with a tearing sound...

Just as he tried to unzip his pants, a flurry of noise came from the door and as he turned his head, a black fist came smashing in.

Directly knocking Jing Zan off the bed to the ground.

Seeing Wei Lan cowering in the corner of the bed, trembling, Yang Zi Chen, still furious, kicked Jing Zan fiercely again, then quickly took off his jacket, wrapped Wei Lan in it, and lifted her off the bed.

Leaving the room in a mess, he took Wei Lan and left immediately.

The car stopped at his house, and Wei Lan still hadn’t recovered.

"It’s not safe for you over there right now, so stay here for the next few days. There’s plenty of room, and I have to go out for errands in a couple of days, just make yourself at home," he said, plugging all of Wei Lan’s doubts in one sentence.

Then without waiting for Wei Lan’s response, he got out of the car, opened the door for her, and while looking at the coat draped over her said, "The keys are in the clothes, you head in first, I’m going out to buy some things."

Wei Lan was trembling, fearing the consequences of her rash decision to marry such a man.

Shaking, she opened the door, found the room she slept in the night before, pulled back the duvet, crawled in, curled up, and holding the pillow, burst into tears...

Yang Zi Chen bought some daily necessities she might need over the next few days and some clothes for changing.

When he returned and saw she was asleep, he didn’t disturb her, put the items on the bedside table, and turned to leave, but after a few steps, he turned back, looking at her face marked with tears.

Hesitantly, he reached out his hand toward her face, his fingertips trembling slightly, and just as they were about to touch her face, he paused, let out a soft breath, then gently touched her cheek.

That moment felt like an electric shock, a feeling he had never experienced before, a wonderful thrill that he enjoyed.

Boldly, his fingertip caressed her face, wiping the moisture from the corner of her eye, his touch as gentle as the serene afternoon, so quiet it went unnoticed.

After her crying, her eyes and nose were all red. She looked sillier asleep than usual.

If she hadn’t met him, one can only imagine how much more she would have been bullied.

Withdrawing his hand, he tucked her in properly, tiptoed to the window, pulled the curtains to block the light from outside, providing her a peaceful sleeping environment, and then left the room.

He could have changed the door lock right away to keep Jing Zan out, but he hoped more that she would stay with him, to see her every day would be nice.

After settling her in, Yang Zi Chen drove off again, with many things waiting for him to handle; he wanted to give this woman a peaceful life as soon as possible.

After Su Nian woke up, she went to pick up the child from school.

Su Zhen insisted on eating fried chicken burgers, but Su Nian, worried about the child’s recent injury and nutritional needs, did not agree, leading to Su Zhen pouting and acting fussy all the way home.

Su Nian was used to her antics and ignored them.

Arriving home, she started cooking per her schedule.

Su Zhen, unhappy with her mother’s indifference, ran to her room, pulled out her phone, and sent a text.

Uncle Shen, Mom won’t let me have fried chicken legs!

In no time, the reply came: Uncle will buy you some.

Su Zhen immediately smiled, her eyes curving up.

After about twenty minutes, as Su Nian was still busy in the kitchen, Su Zhen received another text: Come out to the balcony.

Confused, since she hadn’t seen Uncle Shen enter, how could he be on the balcony?

Perplexed but obedient, she ran out to check, looked left and right, and then saw the man standing on the neighboring balcony...