"Impossible!"
Lin Ruxiang's tears fell excitedly, her whole body resisting the fact.
Wang Rui chuckled lightly and said no more.
Lin Ruxiang's face alternated between flushes of red and pale white, even hearing the smack of slapping sounds by her ears—loud and crisp, and often prolonged.
She thought, it couldn't possibly have been that night, but when then?
"She cannot give birth to this child."
After a few minutes, in a calm that had settled for a while, a voice suddenly emerged, grinding teeth in a low growl.
Wang Rui glanced at her, "I advise you not to mess around."
"She has no right."
Lin Ruxiang said.
"Do you think she has no right just because you say so? First, clarify whether you have any right to meddle. At least she is Fu Yanye's legitimate wife, what are you?"
Wang Rui suddenly became somewhat angry, his speech growing harsher.
Lin Ruxiang slowly stood up, spread her hands, and asked him, "What am I then? Even you were sent by Yanye to protect me."