Chapter 212: A Pair of Doomed Lovers
Zhuang Jie Ning’s hand gently caressed her flat belly, smiling with grace, "Li Shiheng, you should be grateful to me now. If it wasn’t for me, and you died, your dad would have been left without a successor."
The words were excessively sharp and harsh. Li Shiheng was mentally prepared, yet his face still turned an ashen hue.
He coldly watched Zhuang Jie Ning, the most gentlemanly and cultured of Xiangjiang’s elite. At this moment, his smile was ironic, carrying barely concealed fury, "Zhuang Jie Ning, you really are something."
"Why didn’t you speak so assertively in front of Bian Yue?" Zhuang Jie Ning did not care at all about Li Shiheng’s rage. Her smile was smug as she turned to Li Tingmo, "Dad, if Shiheng talks to me like this, what if it scares your precious grandchild?"
Rage ignited in Li Tingmo’s chest, but he could only bear the sarcasm and mockery from Zhuang Jie Ning for the greater good, suppressing it.
Li Tingmo persuaded, "Shiheng, there was never any affection between you and Jie Ning, but she is still your wife in name. Things that ought to be given to her must be given to her, especially since the Li Family needs an heir."
Su Youxue stood aside, her body feeling waves of chill. She thought she had seen enough deceit and darkness, yet at this moment, she still found Li Tingmo’s callousness unbelievable.
Despite knowing it was inappropriate, she couldn’t help herself, "Uncle Li, the person on the sickbed is your own son. With him being so weak, how can you let Zhuang Jie Ning provoke him like this!"
Li Tingmo was stung by Su Youxue’s words and became furiously embarrassed; his face turned red as he coldly glared at Su Youxue, bellowing, "Shut up! This is a conversation between my son and me. It’s not your place to interject!"
Li Shiheng frowned, looking at Su Youxue who was biting her lip, uncertain, and said in a deep voice, "Youxue, go outside first. I have some words to discuss with them alone."