The 99th Divorce

Chapter 1972: Open the Door, We Need to Talk!

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

He exerted such strong force that Shen Manting immediately stumbled.

She plummeted toward the direction of the sofa and nearly fell.

She tried hard to regain balance to avoid plunging toward the ground.

Shen Luo’an was furious. A thick vein was visible through his temples and his jaw tensed as he seethed with anger.

He glared at Shen Manting, enraged.

He gripped the back of her neck and pressed her down, forcing her to look at the crying infant lying on the sofa.

“Look your son in the face and tell him he’s a bastard!”

His voice was thunderous and full of fury.

Shen Manting felt the pressure on her neck while staring at her son, whose face was turning scarlet from wailing himself hoarse. She desperately tried to push back.

But she struggled in vain against Shen Luo’an’s overwhelming strength.

Tears rolled down her cheeks. “Let go of me!”

Shen Manting reached backward but grasped nothing.

She flailed her arms about, yet couldn’t hold onto anything. She felt a gaping sense of desolation.

She screamed wildly out of despair, “You’re a monster, Shen Luo’an! A pervert!”

Shen Luo’an felt his anger growing. He seized her and pressed her face in the direction of Little Moon.

The infant seemed frightened and cried even louder.

He had never cried this hard before.

The commotion attracted the attention of Aunt Lin, who lived next door.

The door was left unlocked. Aunt Lin entered the house easily.

She was shocked to see the scene inside.

She hurried in and shouted, “What are you doing, sir? Manting has only finished her postpartum confinement. How could you hit her?”

Shen Luo’an’s anger subsided a little after hearing her voice.

He loosened his grip. Shen Manting collapsed into a heap on the floor.

Her carefully-combed hair was now a scattered mess.

The drooping strands clung to her face and neck. She appeared miserable and terribly embarrassed.

She was clad in her new clothes. She felt as though the positive vibes she had been feeling the past month had all been a joke.

The floodgates opened; her tears flowed freely.

She glanced at the infant in front of her, feeling nothing.

She had a blank look on her face, as though she was numb.

The infant had never cried this hard before. His voice had become hoarse from crying.

A distressed Aunt Lin approached him and muttered, “Poor child.”

She had barely touched him when she heard a shattering scream.

“Don’t touch him!” Shen Manting arose from the floor in a frenzied motion and cradled the infant in her arms.

Shen Manting broke down in tears. She sobbed loudly as she held the infant.

Aunt Lin was clueless as to what had happened, but she was frightened and deeply concerned to see Shen Manting in such a state.

She glanced toward Shen Luo’an with a quizzical look on her face. “What’s the matter? How did both of you end up fighting?”

Shen Luo’an clenched his teeth and closed his eyes. “She’s mad!” he cried.

“You’re the one who’s gone mad!” Shen Manting screeched. “You’re a madman. You’ve always been a madman, a devil, a psycho!”

Shen Luo’an closed in on her with a dark expression. “Have you said enough?”

Shen Manting was afraid. She backed away from him with the infant in her arms. She turned around in a flash and ran into her room.

Shen Luo’an quickened his pace and tried to catch up, but was not swift enough.

Shen Manting slammed the door shut with all her might and leaned her back against it.

“Ah!”

Shen Luo’an’s piercing scream came through.

Shen Manting was shocked when she noticed his finger was stuck between the door and the jamb. She immediately opened the door a little.

After his finger had been released, she pressed hard against the door and locked it from the inside.

She heard a pounding on the door.

“You’d better open the door! We need to talk!”