You Are My Rare Passion

"Okay, then let's talk about how you conceived your two daughters," Mr. Xiang looked at her coldly and said, "Your first daughter was conceived when I was hospitalized and you gave me medicine." Yes, even if your father begged my dad, even if my dad ordered me to marry you, I did not compromise. At that time, I didn't know that Xiang Jiechao was not my biological son. I made up my mind a long time ago. I have kept my wife for the rest of my life. I have made it very clear to all the matchmakers that I will never marry again. However, you are pregnant and pregnant, and you ran to my house with a bottle of pesticide in your hand , Threatening my dad and me, saying that if I don't marry you, you will die in my yard, with two dead bodies. My dad almost knelt down and begged me to marry you because of your troubles. I have no choice but to marry you. you."

In the living room, there was a lot of discussion.

How the current Mrs. Xiang married Mr. Xiang is known to everyone present.

However, they only know a rough idea, and this is the first time they know the details.

Someone lamented: "Old Xiang is really unlucky."

"Yes," someone echoed, "I'm not afraid of thieves stealing, but I'm afraid of thieves thinking about it."

"You are wrong," someone retorted, "You are shameless and invincible."

The comments of the people around were like knives, cutting Mrs. Xiang's face one by one.

She was so ashamed that she couldn't bear it, but she couldn't refute it.

What Mr. Xiang said is true, every word is true, not a single lie.

"Let's talk about how you conceived your second daughter." Mr. Xiang said coldly.

"No! Don't say it, don't say it!" The old lady Xiang roared: "Xiang Xiongyi, are you trying to force me to death? Are you trying to force me to die!"

Mr. Xiang turned a deaf ear and continued, "I haven't touched you since the day we got married. On the day my wife died, I missed my wife. When I got drunk, you took advantage of me to be drunk and recognized you as my wife. Once again Climb into my bed and conceive your second daughter."

"Shut up! Shut up!" Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Mrs. Xiang ran as if she had been stripped naked, and she was so ashamed that she wanted to find a crack in the ground.

Having been Mrs. Xiang for so many years, although she and Xiang Xiongyi have no relationship, when walking outside, everyone respects and hugs her.

She really never dreamed that Mr. Xiang would go all out. He would lose his own face, the face of the Xiang family, and expose all the scandalous things she did back then.

"Shut up? Why should I shut up?" Mr. Xiang said with a sneer, "These words have been buried in my heart for a long time. It's rare to have such a good opportunity to make those disgusting things you do public. Why should I shut up?"

Mrs. Xiang was ashamed and angry, her face was pale, and her body was crumbling: "No, no matter what, my daughter is your own flesh and blood... For so many years, it is my daughter who has performed filial piety at your knees..."

"What are you talking about filial piety?" Mr. Xiang said coldly, "I'm not stupid, and I'm not paralyzed. I don't need anyone to support me, and I don't need anyone to take care of me. Light!"

"How can you say that?" Mrs. Xiang widened his eyes in disbelief, "They are your daughters, your flesh and blood!"

"So what?" Mr. Xiang's eyes were cold, without a trace of emotion: "The involvement of the prisoner's relatives is part of the cost of the crime. It is only natural for them to be looked down upon and despised because they have a mother like you."