365-Day Trial Marriage With Hunk: Wife's A Little Wild-Chapter 1357: Dan Hanjie, I Hate You!

"Hanjie, why didn’t you just kill me too? I’m also the daughter of your enemy!"

Qin Youxuan screamed hysterically, her gaze landing on the bloodstain across his chest, her panic causing her to clutch at her hair.

How could she have become like this? 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

How could she have attacked him?

How was she any different from Dan Hanjie?

"Ah—"

Qin Youxuan stumbled and fell to the ground, seated.

"Kitty."

Dan Hanjie wanted to lift her up with affection, but as he bent over, the wound on his chest made him gasp for air.

He placed his hand over his chest.

Stubbornly trying to pick her up.

"Let go of me, I don’t want to see you, Dan Hanjie, I hate you! If you can’t forgive my father, then kill me too!" Qin Youxuan grabbed scissors from the ground and thrust them into his hand.

"Kill me, do it!"

"Bang—"

Dan Hanjie threw the scissors away and gathered her into his embrace with one arm.

"I will never touch anything of the Ye Family, nor have I considered using you to take revenge on Ye Zhanxing. Believe it or not, it’s up to you, but no matter what, you’re not going to leave me, we’re already married!"

"Was this marriage bought with my father’s life?" Qin Youxuan looked at him in a daze, her laughter laced with scorn.

"Dan Hanjie, I’m my father’s biological daughter, your enemy’s daughter. When you look at me, don’t you really recall the horrible state your mother was in before she died? Don’t you wake up in the middle of the night and see me sleeping next to you, wanting to kill me as well countless times?"

"..."

Dan Hanjie’s face darkened, veins bulging on his forehead as he frowned at Qin Youxuan’s hypothetical situation.

He had never associated the hatred from the previous generation with her.

The images Qin Youxuan imagined would never come to pass.

Dan Hanjie’s eyes darkened, he grabbed Qin Youxuan and dragged her outside.

"Dan Hanjie, let go of me, where are you taking me..."

"Bang—"

Dan Hanjie kicked open the door of the next-door baby’s room with his foot. The loud noise startled the sleeping baby, and little Tingye immediately started crying.

"Baby..."

Qin Youxuan snapped out of it, suddenly remembering she had a son.

She moved toward the sound and took the child from the maternity matron.

"Tingye, mommy’s Tingye, don’t cry, mommy is here."

Dan Hanjie gestured for the maternity matron to leave and stood at the doorway, not coming any closer.

Little Tingye hadn’t seen his mother all day and was now frightened, crying pitifully.

The hoarse cries tugged at one’s heart.

His soft cheeks rubbed continuously against Qin Youxuan’s chest, looking for milk.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I forgot about you."

Qin Youxuan carefully held her son, her heart aching as she gently touched his little face. Seeing her son’s starving look, she quickly lifted her clothes to nurse him.

The little guy really missed his mother, sobbing while nursing.

The big teardrops hung from his long lashes.

So pitiable.

Qin Youxuan continued to comfort her son, looking at his red eyes and the unusually weepy little Tingye, her heart skipped a beat.

Remembering the scene she saw before leaving the chapel, she even feared touching little Tingye’s eyes.

"Tingye is also my son. When you look at him, do you want to kill him too?"

Dan Hanjie unknowingly approached from behind, his lips parting to speak softly.

"..."

Qin Youxuan’s body stiffened, an indescribable sensation coursing through her veins.

Tingye was also her son; her heart was too full of love to even think of harming him.