Reborn in the 1980s: Recapture My Devoted Husband-Chapter 774 - 718: Tricked_3

"Langchi, I’m not lying to you, really, the child can’t be Li Liang’s. Hua Hua is yours." At this moment, Ye Qing stood strong, and Mei Langchi was just like when she first met him—still that arrogant, unyielding gentleman.

"Did those doctors learn nothing? Or did you, a university student, learn in vain?"

"...." Mei Langchi’s words were like a chokehold to Ye Qing. After struggling for a long time, she forced a smile, with red eyes and a pale face, stubbornly staring at Mei Langchi, holding back her words. Her appearance, both resilient and pitiful, easily evoked a sense of sympathy.

That expression seemed to be admitting fault, yet also pleading for forgiveness.

Ye Qing always knew what expression she should show to achieve the desired effect.

The two stared into each other’s eyes for a long time without speaking, communicating their understanding with just a gaze.

Yet neither would back down; this time, neither compromised.

Eventually, it was Ye Qing who first looked away. She knew this time was her fault, and she must humble herself.

"The weather’s getting cold, I brought you some clothes, and some cigarettes and alcohol are included."

"I don’t need them, I don’t need your care."

"Langchi, I was forced to. At that time, I was a vulnerable woman from out of town. Even if I didn’t want to, I was powerless to resist. And..." Ye Qing spoke, tears streaming down her face as she stared at Mei Langchi with blurred vision. "And... at that time you were not there for me. I’m a woman, just a woman who wanted a reliable man to live an ordinary life, but heaven keeps torturing me. You men, making mistakes, are forgiven time and time again, and what about me? I was entangled by a dreadful man, thinking I had met a dependable one, having his child, but... what a joke, the devil keeps coming back for me tirelessly. Don’t you know how much I wish the child were yours? Have I done wrong? Being harassed and threatened by Li Liang, how helpless and terrified I was. Who could possibly lend me a hand?"

Saying this, Ye Qing turned her head and wiped her tears. "Clearly, it’s you men who are wrong, but the consequences are left for me, a woman, to bear."

Having said that, without turning back or looking at Mei Langchi, Ye Qing left the room.

Leaving Mei Langchi staring blankly at the doorway, unable to regain his senses for a long time, no one knew what he was thinking.

....

Ye Qing walked out of the main gate and instantly collected her tears, then calmly left the labor reform team and returned to her rented house.

Waiting, waiting for a few days before going again, she would leave. She decided to head to W City, not far from G City, which was a port with bustling trade, making it not too difficult to earn money.

This way, she could come over here to see Mei Langchi every now and then.

Thinking this, a momentary sneer flashed across Ye Qing’s face. Mei Langchi seemed to be deeply regretful, but in his heart, there was still some feeling for her. She didn’t believe that when he got out, she wouldn’t be able to move him.

Ye Qing stayed in the rental for a while and then went to a hospital to check on her gynecology....

....

"I told you not to get too close to that woman, but you didn’t listen, and now what’s the point of regretting?"

Yang Ting found out yesterday that Ye Qing had secretly sold the workshop behind her back. She had invested money in it back then, and hadn’t recouped her capital yet when Ye Qing, that bitch, absconded with the money.

She searched for several days but couldn’t find any trace of Ye Qing, not even her child.

A man at home was being aggressive, saying the house was now his.

This stunned Yang Ting, because when they started the workshop together, she had invested more than three thousand in it, her entire savings.

Aside from the monthly two hundred yuan profit Ye Qing gave her, she never inquired about the business details.

Only yesterday did she learn that Ye Qing had sold the workshop goods and machinery, fetching ten thousand yuan.

She never imagined it could sell for that much. She only received three months of profit, and for the past two months, Ye Qing claimed financial turnover as an excuse not to pay her, promising a big payout at New Year’s.

She didn’t overthink it and agreed readily, never expecting that Ye Qing had already planned it all and even involved her in the scheme.

If that weren’t enough, yesterday she casually asked the new owner about the monthly profit, and the answer nearly made Yang Ting cough up blood.

A minimum net profit of two thousand yuan a month; tsk, Ye Qing only gave her a few hundred yuan.