Mo Yunchen thought of the gentle woman, and his eyes showed guilt and pain. His eyes were red in red, and his voice hoarsely said, "I failed Wanqiu. I had thought about making up for it, but she refused to ask for anything. I went to find her, but she said she hoped that I could completely withdraw from her life and not appear in front of her."

"I don't know she's pregnant, nor do I know she suffered so much later..." Mo Yunchen's voice became lower and lower, and the self-blame and pain in his eyes became stronger and stronger. "I'm sorry for her, I let her down..."

Tang Ya looked at him coldly and confessed: "What's the use of saying this now?"

"It's useless." Mo Yunchen raised his head and his voice was a little stern, "I couldn't make up for her back then, so what can I do now? She is so proud and unwilling to accept any compensation from me."

"But, I want to know how she is now? Is she... okay?" Mo Yunchen asked carefully. After asking, he clenched his fists nervously.

In fact, Tang Ya's previous words had already made him guess what he had.

However, he was unwilling to believe it.

He felt that he must have misunderstood, and those words must not be what he thought they meant.

Tang Wanqiu...it must be fine.

"Is she okay?" Tang Ya sneered and repeated his sentence, "If she hadn't met you, she would have been fine now. But Master Tian didn't want her to live a good life, so he arranged for you to harm her."

Mo Yunchen's heart sank little by little.

Tang Ya looked at his eyes full of guilt and pain, with hatred in her eyes, and said word by word: "Mo Yunchen, she has been depressed for more than 20 years, and she has never been happy for a day. She died in the hospital bed because you were sick and unwilling to go to treatment."

"Do you know that she was still chanting your name a second before she died. What kind of ability do you have to make her miss you until she dies, and even if she is let down by you, she still loves you willingly and without regrets for the rest of her life."

Mo Yunchen's tears flowed down: "Late Qiu, why are you so stupid..."

"Yes, why is she so stupid?" Tang Ya's eyes were also wet. "It's just a man, and if it's gone, it's gone. There are so many men in the world, why is she so stupid and so uneasy?"

Is love that important?

When Mo Yunchen heard that Tang Wanqiu was dead, he pressed his chest and staggered back two steps, his face full of depressed expression.

"Late Qiu..." He called Tang Wanqiu's name, his hoarse voice full of pain.

Tang Ya looked at Mo Yunchen who was in pain coldly and said in a cold voice: "Mo Yunchen, you don't have to pretend to care about her now. I'm not interested in seeing how you perform the Love Saint. If you really feel sorry for her and want to make up for her, then take practical actions!"

Mo Yunchen raised his head, his eyes red: "What do you want me to do?"

"My mother died of depression because of you. She was not happy. Why do you deserve happiness? First, I want you to divorce your wife immediately and you will not be allowed to marry again in this life! Second..."
Chapter completed!