Qiao Yin eased herself, realizing she was still being held by him, and pushed him away, standing up herself. "You've strangled me and cursed at me. Now that you've vented your anger, tell me, what do you want for you to leave us alone, and no longer hinder the sale of my father's medicinal herbs?"
"You made the decision to abort without my consent, so it's impossible for me to forgive you both."
"Lu Lingche!"
Qiao Yin, with reddened eyes, exclaimed emotionally: "You're talking as if you really wanted that child?!"
"Aren't you clear about our situation? It was you who insisted on divorcing me, and you who wanted to marry Lan Yuyi. What could I do?"
"Should I have carried the child through it, and become a single mom?"
"Should I have had the baby, allowing him to be born fatherless?! Exposing him to other people's strange looks from childhood?"
"I already have an unreliable father myself, and life's been hard enough! I would never let my child carry on my misfortune!"
