Chapter 63: Venting Anger

Wen Lan Sheng screamed in pain, his wound bursting open, blood flowing to the ground, forming a large pool of viscous red marks.

Rong Xiu arrogantly withdrew his foot, the toe of his shoe still stained with sticky, dirty blood. He disgustedly scraped it on the ground and said, “Fan Xia has a kind heart, but I’m not so kind-hearted to watch you make trouble all day. If you dare to use this method to torment Fan Xia again, I have ways to deal with you.”

A thin layer of sweat appeared on Wen Lan Sheng’s pale face as he glared resentfully at Rong Xiu: “Fine, I’d like to see what you can do to me. If you hurt me, will Fan Xia feel heartbroken?”

“Heartbroken?” Rong Xiu laughed mockingly: “Who do you think Fan Xia has been with all this time? Me. When she’s with me, she’s long forgotten about you, doesn’t even remember there’s someone like you. You still naively think Fan Xia likes you? Ridiculous.”

Wen Lan Sheng endured the pain, gripping his bleeding wrist, weakly leaning against the bed corner: “No matter what, my friendship with Xia Xia for over ten years can’t be faked. You’re just a fling for her, how can you compare to our years of feelings?”

Again this line! Again this line!

Rong Xiu gritted his teeth. What annoyed him most was Wen Lan Sheng always using their decade-long relationship to pressure him. Who told him to have bad luck, not being born into a family around Fan Xia, otherwise how could Wen Lan Sheng have become Fan Xia’s childhood sweetheart.

He let out a cold laugh, his narrow eyes dangerously upturned. He bent down close to Wen Lan Sheng’s ear, his tone smug: “So what if you’ve known her for over ten years? So what if you’ve been slept with by her for over ten years? A rooster that can’t produce children, after so many years you can’t even lay an egg.”

“Shut up! Shut up!” These words hit Wen Lan Sheng’s sore spot squarely. His trembling voice was furious: “How do you know I’ve never been pregnant with her child? We once had a child, but… but it was aborted. We were too young then, I couldn’t ruin Xia Xia’s future.”

Wen Lan Sheng spoke in a weak voice, seemingly transported back to the day of the abortion – the pungent smell of disinfectant, the brutally white surgical lights, the excruciating pain as if being torn apart, and Jia Jia being scraped away bit by bit by the surgical forceps. The pain from years ago seemed to return, tormenting him. Tears blurred his eyes.

A cold smile curved Rong Xiu’s lips, his gold-rimmed glasses reflecting a merciless cold light. He was no saint; he couldn’t muster an ounce of sympathy or pity for the tears of an unnecessary person. His pitifully thin emotions were all given unreservedly to Fan Xia.

Seeing Wen Lan Sheng like a beaten dog, he felt only vindication! Serves him right! Karma!

After the satisfying vindication, a dense acidity rose to his nose. He had actually become jealous, jealous that Wen Lan Sheng’s belly had once carried Fan Xia’s seed. Even though that child died before being born, he was still jealous, both envious and hateful. It was like a knife smeared with lemon juice stabbing into his heart, sour and painful. Why could that dirty and cheap person’s belly nurture a life belonging to Fan Xia, while his belly had no movement at all?

“But since that lucky pregnancy, you’ve never been pregnant with Fan Xia’s child again. Wen Lan Sheng, is it that you simply can’t conceive? Can’t get pregnant?” A thick black mist spread in Rong Xiu’s eyes, carrying this undiminished jealousy. It was as if he wanted to stab the knife in his heart into Wen Lan Sheng’s heart, to make Wen Lan Sheng suffer too, to make Wen Lan Sheng hurt, only then could he offset his own pain.

“You’re talking nonsense! Impossible! I’m because… because Xia Xia didn’t want me to get pregnant before marriage that I’ve been using contraception all along. I’m normal, there’s nothing wrong with my body. You’re talking nonsense!” His bloodied hand tremblingly covered his belly. Wen Lan Sheng’s body weakly shuddered, as if hearing an extremely terrifying sound. The rough fabric of the hospital gown over his lower abdomen was stained with a large patch of blood, looking exactly like the day he miscarried.

Rong Xiu laughed coldly: “Self-deception.”

Wen Lan Sheng suddenly pounced on him, his bloody hand grabbing his clothes: “What right do you have to say that about me? Are you qualified? At least I’ve been pregnant with Fan Xia’s child, what about you?”

Rong Xiu smiled carelessly, silently mocking Wen Lan Sheng’s hysteria. The calmer he was, the more Wen Lan Sheng looked like a madman.

“Soon.” Rong Xiu covered his belly, looking at Wen Lan Sheng with smug contempt. His thin lips lightly uttered: “Fan Xia has never asked me to use contraception, unlike you. Soon I will be pregnant with her child. When the child is a month old, we can invite you for a celebratory drink.”

The small, thin mockery was like countless tiny, sharp thorns, pricking Wen Lan Sheng until he screamed: “You cheap slut! Slut! Why don’t you just die! Go die!”

The noisy clamor from the hospital room spread along with the cold smell of disinfectant into the corridor, reaching the ears of the passing medical staff, grating on their eardrums.

“Nurse, what’s going on in 1302? Why is there such loud screaming?”

“Ah, a woman cheated, her husband attempted suicide to win her back. But the third party also showed up. Taking advantage of his illness, who knows how they’re tormenting him. That woman doesn’t even care.”

“Sigh, how pitiful.”

Countless sympathetic glances were cast towards the hospital room.

The next moment, Rong Xiu walked out of the room. Those sympathetic gazes instantly turned into silent, accusatory moral light. But with one sweep of Rong Xiu’s eyes, that moral radiance immediately retreated back into the dark corners.

Rong Xiu meticulously brushed off the blood stains on his body and beckoned to a young nurse nearby: “Come here.”

The young nurse was the one who had called Fan Xia earlier. Knowing Rong Xiu’s identity, she thought he had come to demand an explanation and cursed herself for having ears. She went over trembling, her eyes catching sight of the large pool of blood in the room, making her tremble even more.

“I… I understand, I’ll go re-bandage the patient right away,” the young nurse hurried to say.

But Rong Xiu shook his head. He didn’t care at all about Wen Lan Sheng’s life or death, how could he consider his injuries? He’d rather Wen Lan Sheng die quickly and go apologize to Fan Xia’s parents.

“From now on, if this person is hospitalized again, do not call Fan Xia.”

The young nurse hurriedly nodded: “Understood, understood.”

If she had known that suicidal patient would be involved with the CEO, and in such a complicated love triangle, she wouldn’t have tried to be a good Samaritan.

Rong Xiu was very satisfied with the young nurse’s understanding. He nodded and left the hospital building.

As soon as he left, the atmosphere on the entire floor instantly relaxed. The medical staff, who had almost been crushed by the low pressure, came back to life.

The male nurse clutched his chest, letting out a long breath: “That scared me to death. I never expected the CEO to come in person, and for this kind of matter.”

“Indeed, who could have imagined that the CEO was actually—”

The male nurse hurriedly covered his mouth: “Do you still want your job? This absolutely cannot be said.”

The young nurse nodded, and the male nurse released his hand.

The young nurse continued: “Sigh, I just feel uncomfortable. These days the mistresses are too arrogant, they all ride on the heads of the main wives. How are those properly married supposed to live in the future?”

“Exactly.” The male nurse also sighed: “The other day I saw a post online, that man was even more miserable. On his wedding day, the mistress dared to pull the bride into the storage room to do it, and even lured her away, not even attending the wedding.”

The young nurse excitedly said: “I saw that too, that man was really too pitiful. They were childhood sweethearts, but ended up like this because of a mistress. It’s really infuriating. I don’t know what identity that mistress has, otherwise I really want to pour paint on his head to vent anger.”

“I heard he’s a high-level executive.”

“That’s right, and from a Fortune 500 company too. This is too shameless, if it blows up, the company definitely won’t protect him.”

“Do you think it’s possible that the man in room 1302 is the one from that post?” A young male who had been standing silently next to the young nurse came back with a nursing tray and said: “It’s the same situation – cheating, childhood sweethearts, beautiful wife, mistress is an executive. Do you remember, the CEO has a very beautiful female assistant. Subordinate, boss, it all matches up. And just now the CEO was so overbearing and imperious towards the patient in 1302, not even caring about his life or death. Isn’t it exactly the same as in the post?”

“……”

“……”

Silence. The nursing station had never been so quiet.

The male nurse laughed dryly: “How is that possible, don’t joke around.”

“That’s right, you can’t say things like that carelessly. What status does the CEO have? He’s much higher than an executive, the whole Shanhai Group belongs to him, how could he possibly be a mistress?” The young nurse also hurriedly agreed.

The young man silently took out his phone and pulled up the latest update of the post. There was a bloody wrist-cutting photo. The photo was taken facing the window, reflecting other buildings and also vaguely showing the person’s face. Although blurry, the outline of the patient from room 1302 could be made out.

With the release of the wrist-cutting suicide photo, the post that was already being widely shared by various marketing accounts and netizens instantly exploded. Now opening certain apps, all that appeared were concerns for the poster.

At the same time, some people began analyzing the poster’s residence based on the buildings reflected in the window of the wrist-cutting photo – which district, which community, even which building and floor could be found out.

If even these could be investigated, then the news of the CEO being the mistress wouldn’t be far from being exposed. At that time, overwhelming defamation and insults would flood towards the CEO and Shanhai Group.

“…I need to go change the patient’s dressing.” The male nurse swallowed and hurriedly said.

“Me too, wait for me.” The young nurse immediately followed, quickly packing up and running off.

Everyone had the answer in their hearts, but they tacitly agreed not to bring it out in the open!