Chen Shouwang knelt in front of Hualing's hospital bed, his face wet and disheveled, but he didn't dare to wipe it.
He never imagined that Liu Li would go to Hualing, would blow their affairs sky-high just like that.
Chen Shouwang didn't dare to blame Liu Li, only blamed himself for being momentarily bewitched, one wrong step leading to another.
Watching Hualing sobbing uncontrollably, Chen Shouwang lowered his head.
"...How could you do this to me, Chen Shouwang? How dare you? What's wrong with me, how have I failed you? You ungrateful wretch, you bastard tortoise!" Hualing pointed at Chen Shouwang and cursed.
Chen Shouwang shuffled forward a few steps on his knees, saying: "I'm sorry, wife, it was my mistake. You can hit me or scold me, but take care of yourself, there's a child in your belly!"
It would have been better if he didn't mention the child; it only made Hualing angrier.
