Chapter 1841 When Love Has Become Love

Xu Molian sneered, "You still have the nerve to mention Xi'er? You know what you have done, do you need me to list them one by one?"

The eyes that see through people's hearts looked into Ling Rouer's eyes, and her heart trembled. He said it so confidently, what did he know?

As expected--

"You introduced Han Beijue to Xi'er, right? Why did they roll on the same bed? Do I need to explain in detail? Or did you encourage Xi'er to elope before marriage for my own good? I won't say anything else, any of these three is a capital crime!"

Being cuckolded is undoubtedly the most painful thing for a man. He dared not mention it for these years, one is for face, and the other is the fact that he could not accept.

Now, Xu Molian doesn't know if he has really let it go. When he mentions it again, the intense pain that used to pull his heart seems to have subsided a lot.

He thought that because he had enough sleep these days, it didn't hurt so much, or maybe he had worked hard, and those things should have been truly forgotten.

After listening to Xu Molian's words, Ling Rouer's face was as white as paper. He knew that he knew everything.

"Let's go. Don't let me see you again."

"Lian, I never hurt you. Why don't you give me one last chance? Why give the chance to a woman who is nothing? You know her background..."

Xu Molian looked back and swept his sharp eyes to Zhang Xiaowei, "You should be grateful that she appeared and saved you, otherwise I would kill one thousand enemies and hurt myself eight hundred until I was forty or fifty years old and then let you know the truth."

Ling Rouer was horrified and took two steps back. It was really cruel. He was always reveling every night and never lacked female companions and bedmates, but she didn't dare to have any gossip. He could still get married and have children when he was forty or fifty years old, but what about her? She had always been so delusional that he would marry her and she could sit in the position of Mrs. Xu. When she was forty or fifty years old, she was old and yellow, which was just a joke.

"Do you hate me so much?"

Xu Molian shook her head, her eyes wandering, "It's not that I hate you, but she's dead, and someone should bear my anger, otherwise, how lonely it would be."

So that's it! So that's it!

"The last question, do you still love your sister?"

Xu Molian paused, and after a long time, two words floated over faintly, "I loved..."

From the moment she couldn't stand the loneliness and threw herself into Han Beijue's arms and got on his bed, his love for her became only love.

If she had made everything clear before the wedding, he wouldn't have done it even if he didn't fulfill them. At the wedding that attracted the attention of thousands of people, the bride eloped with a strange man, which was tantamount to the most fatal blow to a confident man.

In fact, Xu Molian's face had been lost a few years ago.

When love has become love, what a sad and helpless sentence it is.

Ling Rouer fell to the ground, tears pouring out like a reservoir with a broken dam. Everything had answers, but she was so unwilling.

"Then you love Zhang Xiaowei, right?"

Xu Molian was silent for a moment, but this time she did not stop, "I have already answered your last question."

"You love her! You actually love her! You, Xu Molian, one of the four young masters of S City, actually fell in love with a woman who is nothing! What a joke, what a joke! Hahahahahaha..." Ling Rouer had fallen into a state of madness, and had completely forgotten the pain in her arm.