"Decency?" Cheng Yanzhi smiled sarcastically, "Just decency? So, should I remind you what a wife's decency entails?"
So being good to him was just her fulfilling her duties as a wife?
Xia Yunsheng looked at him.
Cheng Yanzhi suddenly grabbed her arm, pressing it against her side. "Do you remember what the condition for divorce was? Are you hinting at this to me?"
His gaze was chilling to the bone, with a hint of hidden threat.
An alarm went off in Xia Yunsheng's heart, hurriedly stopping him, "Cheng Yanzhi, don't ..."
"Don't what?" He taunted. "Don't touch you? You said it yourself, fulfilling your wifely duties, bearing a child for me is your duty."
The word 'child' stabbed at Xia Yunsheng; it reminded her of Han Ningyan's pregnancy.
Filled with determination, she said harshly, "I'd rather die than bear your child".
Cheng Yanzhi's pupils contracted as he looked at her. "Is that so?"
So she'd rather die than bear his children?
Did she hate him that much?
