Suppressing her fear, Yan Yuling forced herself to stay calm and said, "Brother Yuan, I'm married now. I can't—"
Before she could finish, his cold palm covered her mouth. He stared at her and said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes, "Xiao Ling'er, shut up."
"I don't want to hear that. I love you, and you belong to me. So be good, and don't provoke me. I don't want to hurt you."
Detecting the suppressed anger in his voice, Yan Yuling nodded obediently. This man was a madman, she couldn't afford to provoke him. Her first priority is to protect her children and buy time so her husband can find her.
Jian Yuan studied her face before continuing, "Xiao Ling'er, if you think someone will come to save you, you can forget about it. Jianci is gone. From now on, it's just you and me."
His hand moved to her abdomen, pressing lightly and added, "As for this baby—"