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Qin Moyun jogged along, desperate to leave the suffocating hospital. Her eyes stung from her tears welling up and there was a taut thread in her mind, yanking at her frail nerves.
Even with a thick mask on, she seemed to feel the prying and mocking glances coming from all directions.
Her sense of self felt repeatedly torn and reassembled, pieced into the incomplete person she was now.
Bang!
She was running too fast and suddenly collided with a figure.
The other person was much taller than her. After Qin Moyun fell and scrambled up in a fluster, she kept her head down and pulled her hat brim lower.
“S-sorry…” Qin Moyun said in a muffled voice.
After all the heart-wrenching crying, her tone no longer carried its former confident vigor.
So Qin Jiang didn’t recognize it at first.
“Are you okay? It’s fine—people who come here all have situations they can’t accept. You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?”
Qin Jiang didn’t step forward to help her up. He just felt that this silhouette looked somewhat familiar, but the voice didn’t.
Besides, she had bumped into someone and fallen on her own. He had no obligation to help her up.
Still, he asked with a hint of concern.
But because of that question, Qin Moyun recognized the familiar voice. She lifted her brim and looked up at Qin Jiang.
“Qin Jiang, what are you doing here?”
“Are you here to deliver the burn ointment to Mom? She’s in Room 603. If you care about her you can go see her now—no one’s watching her at the moment.”
Qin Moyun looked at Qin Jiang as she spoke, her tone was stiff and suppressed.
This time Qin Jiang heard the sob hidden in her voice.
But his emotions were flat.
No matter how Qin Moyun felt, it had nothing to do with him.
“My coming here has nothing to do with the Qin family.”
Qin Jiang said that coldly and turned to leave.
But the next moment, as if afraid he’d leave, Qin Moyun stepped forward two paces to grab his hand.
But Qin Jiang still stepped back two paces, his expression icy.
His look at Qin Moyun had become nastier and more disdainful.
That look stabbed at Qin Moyun’s pride once more.
Yet there were things she still wanted to figure out.
“Don’t—are you sick? Are you feeling unwell anywhere? I’m the eldest sister, so if a brother is ill his sister should take care of him. Jiang, let me take care of you, okay?”
Qin Moyun assumed Qin Jiang had come because of her own health and couldn’t help asking.
This was, from the bottom of her heart, concern for Qin Jiang.
But… this concern had come far too late!!
Qin Jiang no longer cared.
“Qin Moyun, did they cut your intelligence along with your umbilical cord? Don’t shout at me—I’ve been afraid of dogs since I was a child!”
“If you insist on clinging to me, what… are you like a monk hitting a wooden fish, born to take a beating?“
Qin Jiang launched into rude insults with no restraint.
To those he disliked, he matched his attitude to what he felt they deserved.
“Do you want me to make it easy for you?”
Saying that, Qin Jiang began to roll up his sleeves.
Qin Moyun knew well that Qin Jiang’s mental state was off—he must have been pushed to the brink by the Qin family for too long.
But she believed that deep down he should still have feelings for the Qin family.
“Jiang, don’t get so worked up. Let’s give each other a way out. I don’t mean anything else as your eldest sister—I’m worried about your health…”
Qin Moyun couldn’t help feeling aggrieved. She was resentful at how harshly Qin Jiang punished her, but thinking of how much he had suffered and been shown favoritism at the family’s hands—sometimes worse—she held back.
She swallowed Qin Jiang’s sharp words.
As the eldest, her patience toward Qin Jiang gave her a slight relief from guilt.
Qin Jiang sneered. “I don’t sell doors—why should I provide you a way out?”
“If you have something to say, spit it out now.”
Qin Moyun’s face went pale. Enduring a headache, she moved closer to Qin Jiang and voiced her question.
“Jiang, Mom got scalded and needs the Qin family’s special burn ointment, but you took it all. I remember when you left home you said you’d take everything that belonged to you…”
“So, did you make this burn ointment?”
“Have we all been wrong about you—that actually you were the brother who cared most about our family?”
Qin Moyun finally voiced her suspicion. As a financial CEO, she had the commercial instincts for it, but she hadn’t wanted to focus on family before, and inadvertently overlooked too much.
She especially felt indebted to Qin Jiang.
“The burn ointment was indeed made by me personally.”
“And this time, I won’t let anyone in the Qin family use what I made. Everything I once gave you, I’ll take back.”
“As for Mrs. Qin’s burns, burns generally aren’t fatal. She’s afraid of the scars? She deserves it!!”
After saying that, Qin Jiang turned to leave.
But as he turned, he was met by Mrs. Qin’s hostile, venomous, reproachful face.
She had come out to fetch Qin Muyun and planned to take Qin Muyun to see the severely injured Qin Yun in bed, to join in condemning Qin Jiang’s outrageous behavior.
She had just pulled out her IV and come out wearing a patient’s gown. Compared to her usual classy appearance, she looked pale and weak.
The first thing she heard upon arriving was “she deserves the scars!”
Who deserved it was obvious.
That unfilial son Qin Jiang dared curse her like that!
So she swung a backhand at his face from behind. Qin Jiang happened to look back and saw the fierce slap about to land on him.
Qin Jiang stepped back and thrust his long leg forward in a kick!
Bam!!
The sound of something heavy falling rang through the corridor.
Mrs. Qin was actually kicked and sent flying three meters. His kick struck precisely the spot on her abdomen that had been scalded.
“Ouch, ouch, ouch… it hurts… help, help! Someone come and save me—my son is trying to kill his own mother…”
Mrs. Qin clutched her abdomen, feeling as if it were being torn apart by pain.
She stared at Qin Jiang in disbelief, as if he were a stranger.
No matter how much she had mistreated him before.
Making him kneel in punishment at the ancestral hall, even beating him with rods—Qin Jiang never resisted, only silently endured.
But now, he was really rebelling!!
“Qin Jiang, what are you doing?”
“She is our mother! No matter how mad you are, you can’t lay hands on her!!”
Qin Moyun was shocked too. Her belief that Qin Jiang still had a shred of feeling for the Qin family collapsed at that moment.
The reason Qin Jiang hadn’t continued to punish her was probably because she was currently suffering the torment of a shattered pride.
Rather than killing her, he preferred to torture her bit by bit!
Against her, against the whole Qin family… he used this method.
When that thought sprang into her mind, Qin Moyun felt a chill down her spine and a sense of dread.
“I told you, don’t provoke me.”
“Is this considered madness? I haven’t even done many crazier things to you yet.”
“Jiang Yuyao, stop calling yourself my mother—sorry, but I’m the only person listed on my household register so legally you’re not my mother anymore.”
“To forgive what happened in the past is too hypocritical, I prefer to watch the wheels of fortune turn…”
“This time I only kicked you—maybe next time I’ll want to break one of your legs?”
“Besides, I don’t recognize you as my mother. My mother… is someone else!”
“She encouraged and cared for me—she was gentle.”
And he would definitely find that family again.
Qin Jiang lowered his eyes, ignored the gathering onlookers, pushed through the crowd, and left.
As before, this mess… Mo Da and Mo Er would handle it.
Mo Da and Mo Er were stunned too.
Since when was Mr. Qin this fierce?
Had he finally gone mad and decided to clean up this bunch of bloodsucking family members?
…
Inside the ward.
After a full-body exam by the doctor, Song Jie’s wounds were stitched and the minor abrasions and dressings were handled by the nurse.
Actually Song Jie’s injuries weren’t too severe—aside from a dozen stitches in his abdomen, the rest were bruises and scrapes.
Of course, the heaviest injury was to his heart.
He’d been cheated on—he even saw it with his own eyes.
No man could take that!!
The fact that Song Jie could still find the strength to look for Qin Jiang showed that he had a very strong will.
The young nurse lifted Song Jie’s shirt to dress the wounds on his back.
The click of high heels approached from afar.
A cool, alluring scent reached him, leaving Song Jie dazed. Knowing Ms. Liang had arranged this, he didn’t dare turn his head.
“Allow me.”
The woman’s voice was gentle as she took the ointment from the nurse’s hand.
“You must be Mr. Song?”
“Hello, I’m Bingbing. Ms. Liang entrusted me to take care of you. Lie back now… I’ll apply the medicine for you…”
The voice he’d only heard on TV was now within arm’s reach—Song Jie blushed so hard!!
Song Jie was squealing with delight on the inside: Ahhhhh—long live Ms. Liang*!!!*
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