Transmigrating: I Married The Male Protagonist's Uncle - Chapter 690 – Murderer
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Chapter 690 – Murderer

Huo Ci let out a laugh. “Nangong Lengyu, I only realized now that when a person is shameless, they have no moral bottom line.”

Nangong Lengyu frowned, displeased by his sudden intrusion. “What do you mean? How did you know I was here? Where's Sheng Sheng?”

“Are you pretending to be confused? L-Star, Little Star—so you gave her a name to squeeze more value out of her?” Huo Ci let out a mocking laugh. “So you're willing to do anything for money. Congratulations on being a.s.similated by a capitalist society where profit trounces everything. I should be cheering for you!”

“Huo Ci!” Nangong Lengyu finally knew what he was talking about. Her heart turned cold as she tried her best to calm down and control her trembling body. “I won't allow you to humiliate her like that. Take back what you just said. She's my daughter!”

“Your daughter?” Huo Ci laughed out loud as though he had heard the biggest joke in the world. When he approached her suddenly, his eyes were full of hatred. His ruthless words were like venomous knives. “What kind of joke is that? She was only four months old. At most, she was a lump of mangled flesh. When she was taken out by a cold instrument, she was just a lump of mindless fles.h.!.+”

Daughter?

Ha ha!

How could she say that? How thick-skinned was she to say that in front of him?

This was a thorn in his heart. Back then, he had begged her not to abort the child, but what had happened in the end? She had killed their child without hesitation!

Nangong Lengyu's body trembled violently. She felt anger, pain, and sadness, and his venomous words stabbed her heart like knives, instantly mangling it as she forced out a sentence through gritted teeth. “Huo Ci, you're a sc.u.mbag!”

In the past, he had been exactly like this!

She should not have had any fantasies about him!

Huo Ci smiled. “Yes, I'm a sc.u.mbag. What about you? Nangong Lengyu, you're a murderer! You killed her with your own hands, but now you want to use her to make money and squeeze out her last bit of value. Do you want others to acknowledge you and sympathize with you? Do you think you're a good mother or acting like a loving mother? You're not worthy!”

“Scram!” Nangong Lengyu only managed to squeeze out one word as her hands gripped the corner of the table tightly.

She had been blind back then. The man in front of her was obviously a sc.u.mbag. Her heart turned cold, but she could not say anything at that moment. She could only let him use the most venomous words to cut her deep.

“Your fans and those who like you and chase after you? Do they know that your Little Star is the child you aborted when she was four months?” Huo Ci knew that he was crazy. He was crazy, but what right did she have to do that?

Since she had been so heartless back then and had aborted her, what right did she have to do this now? What right did she have to use that dead child to satisfy her feelings?

“Get lost!” Nangong Lengyu only felt her heart ache numbly.

He did not know anything, so what right did he have to criticize her?

He did not know that Little Star had grown in her stomach for ten months. He did not know about her fetal movements, her heartbeat, and the way she had grown slowly.

She'd liked sunny days and pretty things. She'd especially liked sweets, spicy food, comedies, and cla.s.sical music. When she was happy, she used to dance in her stomach.

“I'll get lost immediately.” Upon seeing her suddenly wither like a flower, Huo Ci's heart ached, but he felt a little carefree. He then added, “If you had even a trace of conscience, you wouldn't have used her in exchange for benefits. You'd better step away from your brands. Otherwise, everyone might know what the Little Star you are referring to is!”

Nangong Lengyu had not known that there would come a day when she would be at a loss for words. There were many things she wanted to say, but they were all stuck in her heart. She could not say a word. She used all her strength to pick up the teapot on the table and throw it at him. “Scram!”