Chapter 32: Why Should I Care About Someone Else's Husband and Son?
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The blade sliced through flesh, severing tendons and sinews.
The pampered Miss Yu writhed in agony, drenched in cold sweat and utterly devoid of grace.
The Yu family’s bodyguards were stunned senseless by the bloody scene.
Yu Zao’s gaze was icy, veiled beneath the blood splattered across her face.
She tilted her head, and a smile more poisonous than a mandala flower bloomed across her exquisite features.
“Little sister, I told you before. Don’t provoke me, or I’ll drag you down to hell with me.”
The knife rose high.
Just as it was about to plunge viciously into her chest—
Yu Yue rushed into the exhibition hall and cried out in terror, “Shiyong, my sister has gone mad! She’s completely lost her mind! She was jealous that all those paintings had been changed to bear my mother’s name, so she had them destroyed.”
“I came to stop her. I tried to persuade her to show mercy, but my sister... my sister tried to kill me...”
She sobbed pitifully.
Fu Shiyong strode forward as if he had not seen that every one of Yu Zao’s joints had been grotesquely broken.
He kicked the knife from her hand.
The force was so great that her five fingers instantly bent and sagged limply.
Chen Fang followed close behind and launched into a vicious assault, punching and kicking her while cursing with disgust, “Yu Zao, do you really still think Shiyong loves you enough to let a poisonous woman like you do whatever you want? You’re a damn idiot!”
Her body lost its balance.
The special medicine she carried spilled across the floor.
Under the intense stimulation, her muscles began to spasm and stiffen.
Her broken hands and feet trembled faintly, twisting with tearing pain.
“Damn! Shiyong, is this bitch mentally ill, or has she gotten high on being abused? Is she trying to dance for the two of us?”
Faced with such mockery, Yu Zao did not want to suffer an attack in front of Fu Shiyong. She did not want even the last shred of her dignity trampled beneath his feet.
“Medicine...” she murmured, forcing out a hand to grab the tablets.
Yu Yue clutched her arm, blood streaming from the wound.
Fu Shiyong had just been about to leave anxiously when he suddenly stopped.
His eyes, always so inscrutable, lowered slightly toward the white tablets scattered across the floor.
“Yu Zao, you...”
“Shiyong, hurry and throw those pills away! They’re addictive. My sister willingly degraded herself and got involved with something filthy!”
Yu Yue cried out in alarm.
Chen Fang echoed her in shock. “Damn, Shiyong, no wonder Yu Zao was acting so crazy just now. Is she high? I told you, this woman was born rotten. Is there any dirty thing she hasn’t tried?”
Several bodyguards, their trousers still unfastened, caught their young mistress’s meaningful glance.
They immediately began howling in outrage. “Mr. Fu, that woman just tried to force us into some kind of group sex game and even wanted Miss Yu to join in! When Miss Yu refused, she started beating us!”
“Stop it,” Yu Yue said. “My sister only acted that way because she took drugs and lost control of herself. I don’t blame her.”
The future Mrs. Fu wore an expression of magnanimity and understanding.
Yu Zao desperately tried to pick up the tablets and shove them into her mouth.
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She shook her head and tried to explain. “No... that’s not it, Fu Shiyong. These... these pills...”
Crash!
A basin of icy water was poured over her from head to toe.
Bone-chilling cold swept through her entire body.
“Yu Zao, even self-destruction should have its limits. But you’re worse than scum!”
Fu Shiyong kept one arm firmly around Yu Yue.
With the other, he handed the basin to Chen Fang. “Make her come to her senses. Then get her out of here.”
“Right away!”
For the next three or four hours, Yu Zao was immersed in cold water filled with ice.
Her muscles, seized by the attack, twisted her body into a series of horrifying positions.
Whistling, Chen Fang handed over his phone, which was playing the surveillance footage, treating the whole thing like entertainment.
Outside the emergency room, Fu Shiyong paced restlessly through the waiting area.
One moment he yanked off his suit jacket in agitation; the next he loosened his tie. Then he began striking his forehead against the wall.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Again and again.
Before long, a nurse came out and called, “Where is Yu Yue’s family? The patient has lost a great deal of blood, but there’s been a power failure at the blood bank, so the blood cannot be transported...”
“Take mine. I’m type O.”
“But the patient requires a massive transfusion. Mr. Fu, if you donate the entire amount yourself, you may go into shock.”
“As long as she’s safe, I don’t care!”
When a heart falls away, does it make a sound?
The video continued playing.
In the same emergency room, on two separate beds, a man gripped a woman’s hand tightly and coaxed her tenderly.
“Yu Yue, don’t be afraid. I’m here. I’ll get through this with you!”
A violent retch.
A mouthful of black blood splattered everywhere.
With limp fingers, she pressed hard against her chest, as if she could no longer feel it beating.
Chen Fang moved away in disgust, then impatiently ordered the Fu family’s bodyguards to throw her out.
Yu Zao was like a dancing corpse, tumbling across the deserted road.
Then she watched with her own eyes as the paintings her mother had cherished above all else—including the one painting her mother had left exclusively to her—were thrown into a filthy garbage bin.
Inside her mind—
There was a foolish, boyish young man.
He held his girlfriend, who was merely dizzy from a severe cold, in his arms and wept uncontrollably.
“Little Fish, you can’t be sick. I won’t allow anything to happen to you.”
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“If you’re hurting, just squeeze my hand. I’ll stay with you and get through it together.”
Now, Fu Shiyong, I have seen your favoritism and devotion toward Yu Yue.
So from this day forward, the boy I once loved is truly dead.
You and I are finished. We owe each other nothing.
Half a month later.
Yu Zao had lost count of how many times she had been discharged from the hospital.
Yang Chen was still confined to a wheelchair, yet insisted on going with her.
“Brother Yang, do you really think that car accident was an accident? Yu Yue is capable of anything if it means making me suffer unbearably.”
That night, Yang Chen had driven after her all the way to the art gallery.
But he had gotten into a car accident halfway there and had barely escaped being blown to pieces.
He rubbed his chin, which was covered in blue-gray stubble, and gave a bitter laugh. “With Fu Shiyong’s unconditional trust and love, that Miss Yu certainly has the means to act above the law.”
Rumor had it that the wedding date for the two of them had been moved up by a month.
It would be held in early December, on a small island in New Zealand where spring lasted all year.
There was something else.
“My cousin works at the household registration office. Fu Shiyong pulled a few strings and had Fu Yiyi’s mother officially changed to Yu Yue. He even had the birth certificate altered!”
Yang Chen had thought about it for a long time before deciding that Yu Zao needed to know.
But the Yu Zao who had once been heartbroken and devastated over Fu Shiyong and Fu Yiyi merely smiled faintly.
“Why should I care so much about another woman’s husband and son?”
“Little Fish, you...”
“Brother Yang, I’m bad luck. Anyone who gets close to me ends up suffering. So don’t contact me again.”
She hailed a taxi and left.
That very day, Yu Zao quit her job at the senior citizens’ university and moved out of her studio apartment.
The internet was abuzz with accusations and labels: “the daughter of a mistress,” “a woman who abandoned her husband and child,” “knowingly becoming the other woman,” “addicted to immoral habits,” and countless others.
Even when she applied for a job washing dishes in a restaurant kitchen, the owner drove her out as though she were a fly.
After going hungry for an entire day, Yu Zao gnawed on a hard, cold steamed bun while crouching beside the road, wondering whether she had enough money left to spend the night in a fifty-yuan-a-night boarding house.
A passerby recognized her, spat on the ground, and then said to the daughter in her arms, “See that? A wicked woman will always be punished by heaven. You must grow up to be an upright, kind woman like Miss Yu Yue, and then your prince will come to love you. Do you understand?”
Across the street, every business under the Fu Group had hung red banners congratulating the lovers who had finally become husband and wife.
On the news, the host reported with passionate enthusiasm, “In order to help his beloved wife recover more comfortably, Chairman Fu has spent a fortune purchasing an entire sanatorium for Miss Yu Yue...”
Bzzzz.
The phone in her hand vibrated so violently that it nearly slipped from the screen.
There were only three words displayed.
Come see me.
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