Twin Births: My Great CEO Husband

"This has nothing to do with you." Qu Chenjiang suddenly stood up, "It has nothing to do with you."    

Qu Yihong was calm and firm. "You truly loved her. You have no reason to take her life unless she has a secret that we want to know."    

"I want her life because she broke the oath." Qu Chenjiang gritted his teeth and said, "She said she will never come back."    

"It can't be like this." Qu Yihong said without thinking, "Qu Chenjiang, this matter is very important."    

For so long, the only thing he could not let go of was Qiao Aiqing's death.    

It could be said that Qiao Yi was implicated by Qu Yihong to death.    

If he did not let people bring Qiao Aiqing back, Qiao Aiqing might still be alive and well...    

"Don't ask about her. That is a matter between me and her." Qu Chenjiang became irritable, "If you have to say the reason, it is that I have already fallen in love with Guoer at that time. I do not wish for Qiao Aiqing to appear in front of me. I do not wish for Guoer to have any objections towards me because of her existence."    

Qu Yihong was silent. His starry eyes locked onto Qu Chenjiang's pale face.    

It could be seen that Qu Chenjiang's hidden poison was acting up, and it was getting more and more serious. Qu Chenjiang's voice had changed slightly.    

At this moment, Qu Chenjiang should not have the ability to think normally. He should be speaking the truth...    

"Hurry up and ask about what has happened to you." Qu Chenjiang's face instantly twisted, "I..."    

He wanted to beg for mercy, but in front of him was his old enemy that he had looked down on for many years. He resisted the urge to beg for mercy.    

If he wanted to beg for mercy from Qu Yihong, he would rather die.    

Qu Chenjiang looked at the window. If he jumped down from the window here, he didn't know if he would die.    

Qu Yipeng secretly gave his brother a look and said in a deep voice: "Okay, then we will ask about something related to us."    

Qu Chenjiang curled up his body slightly, squeezed his way to the edge of the meeting table, and sat down again.    

There was a slight tremble in his voice. "Quick... say it."    

Qu Yipeng and Qu Yihong looked at each other.    

Both of them knew very well that with Qu Chenjiang's current condition, it should be the best time to ask the truth.    

If he couldn't find out the truth now, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to find out the truth in the future...    

"Let me ask." Qu Yipeng looked at Qu Chenjiang calmly, "I believe you know Tingting's background better than us..."    

Before Qu Yipeng finished his words, Qu Chenjiang's expression changed. He could not hold on any longer and his face twisted again.    

"We will not let this matter rest." Qu Yipeng's face was as gentlemanly as ever, but his tone gradually became stern, "Speak!"    

Qu Chenjiang shook his head, as if he wanted to wake himself up. "There is nothing to say. You can guess the reason behind it."    

"I want details." Qu Yipeng slowly took over his body and fixed his gaze on him. "Qu Chenjiang, where is my child?"    

As if the poison was growing stronger and stronger, Qu Chenjiang shook his head and crashed into the wall.    

This hit seemed to make him sober again. He actually squeezed out a smile. "Sorry, I don't think I can hold on anymore... Can we talk about it another time?"    

"No." Qu Yihong said calmly.    

"Okay." Qu Chenjiang muttered vaguely.    

His eyes were a little unfocused. He looked around blankly and suddenly took the pen holder in the middle of the meeting table.    

He took out a small knife used to cut the pencil from the inside and suddenly nailed it to the back of his hand at lightning speed.    

Qu Chenjiang's series of actions did not last more than one or two seconds. Qu Yipeng and his brother, who were sitting opposite of him, did not even have the time to stop him.    

Qu Chenjiang's left hand immediately started bleeding.    

"What do you want to do?" Qu Yipeng stared at the knife on the back of Qu Chenjiang's hand in shock. "Suicide? Injuring someone here is not a way to commit suicide!"    

Qu Yihong stared at Qu Chenjiang's sudden movement without saying a word. He seemed to be lost in thought.    

The huge pain made Qu Chenjiang's unfocused eyes focus. Poison Concealment seemed to be scared away by the pain.    

"Alright, let's continue talking!" Qu Chenjiang actually squeezed out a smile, "I guess after this discussion, you guys won't give me a chance to live anymore. Am I right?"    

No one answered Qu Chenjiang's question.    

Although the two brothers stared at the back of Qu Chenjiang's hand, neither of them had the intention to pull the knife out.    

Compared to Qiao Aiqing, whose life had been secretly taken by him, it was nothing for him to lose so little blood.    

"Where's my child?" Qu Yipeng's eyes were cold. "I am waiting for your answer."    

"Dead." Qu Chenjiang looked at the blood on the table, and his thoughts gradually became clear, "That driver was not professional, he did not even know how to hit people."    

Qu Yipeng, that elegant and generous man, slapped him again.    

Qu Chenjiang dodged slightly and successfully dodged half of the slap. Qu Yipeng's fingertip swiped across Qu Chenjiang's face.    

His right hand rubbed the place where Qu Yipeng hit, and Qu Chenjiang pulled out an ugly smile. "So fierce!"    

"If we don't talk nicely, there will be even more vicious ones." Qu Yipeng said in a deep voice.    

"I am not wrong." Qu Chenjiang shook his head. "He asked him to take Luo Bingrong's life, but he only wanted the small life in her stomach. If Luo Bingrong had died crisply back then, I wouldn't have needed to pay for a baby girl to make up the numbers for you."    

Qu Yipeng's hand unconsciously clenched into a fist.    

"Brother, I will ask again." Qu Yihong quietly blocked Qu Yipeng's fist and calmly stared at Qu Chenjiang.    

"Ask away!" Qu Chenjiang looked at his own blood and said, "Before I die, I am willing to say anything."    

"It is a good thing that you are willing to say it." Qu Yihong said calmly, "But whether you can convince us is also very important."    

Qu Chenjiang suddenly raised his eyes and stared at Qu Yihong. "You don't believe it?"    

The huge pain made his face distort. His tone sounded a little desolate. "Of course, I understand. You have never believed me."    

"I'll ask you again" Qu Yihong fixed his gaze on him. "What happened to that child?"    

"Dead!" Qu Chenjiang replied without hesitation, "If you don't believe me, you can look for the doctor from back then and know whether what I said is true or not."    

"The doctor from back then..." Qu Yipeng murmured. His facial expression loosened a little.    

Qu Yihong stood up. "Qu Chenjiang, I will give you one last chance. Whether or not you can save your freedom, you decide..."    

"Give me one more chance, I will say the same thing." Qu Chenjiang's tone was sorrowful, "What I said is the truth. It was as true as Ai Qing's death. I did not kill Ai Qing. I was forced to die by your Qu Family. I was forced to die by you, Qu Yihong."    

Sure! " Qu Yihong looked at his elder brother calmly." If elder brother doesn't have anything to say, let third Brother in. "    

Qu Yipeng stared at Qu Chenjiang, from his bleeding hand to his trembling face.    

Other than blood, he could not see anything else.    

"I'm not going to ask anymore." Qu Yipeng slowly closed his eyes. "Let third Brother in..."