The real daughter was spoiled by her ex-husband

Chapter 2 Expulsion, Divorce

Nan Xi suddenly raised her head and understood something.

No wonder she asked her to go upstairs to talk that day, when she just turned around, Yu Yin rolled down inexplicably.

Yu Nanxi faced the rain, his teeth chattering from the cold: "You did it on purpose!"

"That's right, who told them not to tell you the truth after I came back, and said that I was adopted! I couldn't swallow this breath, so..."

"So you fell downstairs and framed me, in order to make my parents feel estranged from me, and drive me out of Yu's house."

Listening to her calm analysis, Yu Yin nodded arrogantly, "You're not too stupid."

Yu Nanxi's hands clenched into fists, full of anger and nowhere to vent.

Yu Yin glanced at her triumphantly, "You have already been expelled from the Yu family, so don't try to expose me, because no one will believe you."

"..."

"Yu Nanxi, if I were you, I would have no face to live on. You should find a place to fend for yourself, so as not to have to work hard for a living in the future."

After leaving these words, she turned and entered the door, leaving Yu Nanxi trembling in place alone.

It was raining heavily, and there were bursts of thunder.

A flash of lightning struck, and her kneeling figure on the ground became smaller and smaller, as if she was about to disappear in the rainstorm.

In the shadow on the side, under the huge black umbrella, Qin Feng, who was holding the umbrella, bowed down and called "Master" respectfully. Half of the man's face was hidden in the darkness, revealing a perfectly clear jawline.

Zhan Qingyuan pursed his thin lips slightly, and looked at the woman with sharp cold eyes.

"go back."

"Yes."

He is like a spectator, this absurd drama is over, and it is time to end.

However, when he passed Yu Nanxi, his cuff was grabbed by a bloody hand.

Zhan Qingyuan lowered his eyes, his side face was like a knife and ax carved by God himself, his brows were straight and his nose was straight, but his dark eyes were full of indifference and ruthlessness that rejected people thousands of miles away.

Meeting his gaze, Yu Nanxi couldn't help shaking, she mustered up the courage to beg: "Help me..."

In front of this man with a strong aura, she never knew how to address him.

Is it Zhan Qingyuan, or Qingyuan, or...husband.

Zhan Qingyuan narrowed his eyes and didn't speak.

Yu Nanxi looked at him nervously, thinking that he would extend a helping hand to her for the sake of being his wife.

But the man shattered her fantasy in the next second.

"A chess piece that can only be manipulated by others is not qualified to be my wife Zhan Qingyuan."

These words made Yu Nanxi's heart even colder, and his fingertips suddenly lost strength.

"Qin Feng, arrange the divorce tomorrow."

"Yes."

Zhan Qingyuan stepped on his feet and left without any regrets.

His hurtful words lingered in Yu Nanxi's mind, and the dull pain in her heart woke her up, and gradually made her realize that she was abandoned by everyone.

The woman lowered her head, heat flowed out from her eyelids, mixed with the blood on her lips, and the hands hanging powerlessly on both sides gradually tightened.

In this situation, what is she still thinking about?

So what if she knew she was wronged?
Yu Yin was right, no one would believe her, she shouldn't be so naive.

You shouldn't pin your hopes on this man, because he has always regarded himself as a tool for marriage, and he doesn't like himself;
You shouldn't be so humble and beg for mercy, let yourself be fooled and trampled like a clown!
The emotion in Yu Nanxi's eyes turned from sadness to anger, she tried her best to prop up her body and get up, wiped away the wet hair on her face, straightened her back, her porcelain-white face held on to the last trace of dignity.

"Since none of you are willing to believe me, I don't bother chasing after you and begging for mercy."

She turned to the luxurious and extravagant building, and said to the empty porch: "You guys better always insist that you are right, never, don't lend a helping hand to me."

"..."

The corners of her blood-stained lips evoked a sneer, illuminating her facial features, which was a beauty that could not be concealed even in a dire situation.

It seems to overshadow everything around it.

"I, Yu Nanxi, don't care anymore."

It is no longer rare.

She turned around stubbornly, her steps were slow but powerful.

In the hazy night, the petite figure slowly disappeared...

(End of this chapter)