Every ti this man appears, he does so with a stranglehold on her throat, forcing her into a corner before he’s willing to let go.
"What exactly do you want?"
"Getting anxious already? Afraid that I’ll threaten you with the photos to make you co back to ?" Dan Hanjie cocked her chin upward, pinching it lightly between his fingers, seeing through her fear at a glance.
"..."
Qin Youxuan’s body stiffened, trying to turn her head away, but he didn’t release her chin.
"Once a week, I agree," Dan Hanjie suddenly spoke, his thin lips approaching her cheek, his warm breath skimming her face, "but I want you."
"..."
"We are husband and wife, we should maintain certain aspects of our life together even if we’re separated, don’t you think?" Dan Hanjie gazed down at her with a chilling haughtiness, waiting for Qin Youxuan’s reaction.
He said she could go, but didn’t say he would let go.
"In your dreams!"
Qin Youxuan, as if electrocuted, swatted his hand away.
Her feline eyes radiated anger, gritting her teeth, wishing she could leap at him and bite him twice.
"Since that’s the case, it looks like we can’t reach an agreent, no matter, I have plenty of other options, if not one, then I’ll just find another," Dan Hanjie glanced at her, not entangling himself further, as if her agreent or lack thereof didn’t matter to him at all.
Focused on playing with the little guy in his arms, as if he truly ca just to see his son.
"Giggle..."
Not having seen his father for nearly a week, little Tingye wasn’t the least bit shy, instead, he was delighted.
When Dan Hanjie gently pinched his cheek, he’d laugh ceaselessly.
Blowing milk bubbles towards Dan Hanjie, father and son were having a blast.
Qin Youxuan was left out on the side, seeming superfluous.
Her expression was unpleasant, her mind still preoccupied with thoughts about the photos.
She wanted to help Ye Mingi, but if she agreed to Dan Hanjie...
"Actually, you could think of it this way, we’ve done it so many tis, what’s one more or one less? But if these photos end up in soone else’s hands, it would be different for Ye Mingi," said Dan Hanjie, supporting his son’s little behind with one hand, holding the little guy steadily in his embrace, turning his head to look at Qin Youxuan.
Catching the hesitation on her face, he didn’t forget to add fuel to the fire at the right mont.
"..."
Qin Youxuan knitted her brows, biting her lip tightly.
"I’ll give you three days to think it over, I won’t wait after the deadline," Dan Hanjie whispered into her ear, his breath seductive.
He kissed her cheek, seemingly unable to bear pushing her too hard.
His bewitching gaze fell upon the little one in his arms, poking his cheek with a long finger, kissing the little one’s forehead before handing him over to Qin Youxuan.
His towering figure rose from the sofa, giving Qin Youxuan a deep look before stepping away and leaving.
Only after his silhouette had disappeared at the door did Su Yiru hastily co in.
"Youxuan, what’s wrong? You look so pale," Su Yiru approached, taking Tingye from the dazed Qin Youxuan’s hands, looking at her with concern.
"...I’m fine."
Qin Youxuan hesitated for a few seconds before looking up at Su Yiru.
Her eyes were flickering.
If Su Yiru knew that the photos were in Dan Hanjie’s hands, she would probably beco desperate to get them back.
"Beep beep—"
Qin Youxuan’s phone vibrated, a reminder of a new text ssage.
She promptly reached into her bag to pull out her phone, opened it and saw the ssage, and her fingers quickly clenched, gripping the phone tightly.
If she had any doubts about Dan Hanjie’s words before, now it was difficult for her not to believe them.
The photos of Ye Mingi that Dan Hanjie sent her were right there on her screen.
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