Chapter 352 I Might Be Dying

Kong Xiuwan was stunned by Su Wenshan's series of actions, especially the sudden thud when he knelt down. The sound was so painful. She shifted her gaze from Su Wenshan's knees to his face and saw that his lips were tightly pursed and his brows were furrowed, as if he was trying to suppress the pain.

Kong Xiuwan suddenly felt better, but how could Su Wenshan's pain be compared with the pain she had experienced over the years?

"What are you doing?" Kong Xiuwan asked with doubt in her tone, but she stood there without moving. At this moment, Su Wenshan was kneeling in front of her.

"I apologize to you." Su Wenshan said.

When he was outside, he was still quite afraid of being seen, after all, he had to save face. But when he actually knelt down, he didn't feel anything. After all, he didn't have much face in front of Xiuwan. Besides, how could face be more important than his wife and children?

"Apologize." Kong Xiuwan looked down at the man kneeling in front of her and murmured.

Over the years, she had thought countless times about how to take revenge on Su Wenshan and torture him after meeting him. But when they actually met, she endured it for such a long time so that her son could go to school and take exams peacefully without being disturbed by her own affairs.

Now that her son is in college and living abroad, what is she afraid of? What is she enduring?

"You can let me be beaten and scolded, right?" she asked.

"Yes, as long as you can vent your anger." Su Wenshan had long wanted to be beaten by her, so that he would feel better. However, Xiuwan was concerned about Zhengping's school exams and was afraid that the conflict between them would worry the child, so she kept it to herself.

"good."

Kong Xiuwan looked around to see what she could use to hit someone, and then she saw a feather duster on the table. She picked it up and turned it over, holding the feather part in her hand, and raised her hand to hit Su Wenshan.

There was a loud bang. Both of them were stunned. Su Wenshan quickly said, "I'll take off my coat and you can hit me."

The weather in early spring was still a bit cold, and he was wearing a thin down jacket, so the blow was loud but not very painful.

Kong Xiuwan watched him take off his down jacket, leaving only a white shirt underneath. Without thinking, she raised her hand and hit him again. This time, the sound was very painful, but Kong Xiuwan felt a lot better.

But how could this be enough? She thought of her sincere devotion, of all the pain she had endured over the years, all caused by this man. She gritted her teeth and smacked him on the back with all her might. Su Wenshan knelt there, motionless, silent.

In fact, although his body was in pain, his heart was at ease. For so many years, his heart was filled with guilt and worry, especially after knowing that Kong Xiuwan was pregnant and gave birth to a child for him, he knew that he would never be able to repay this debt in his lifetime.

Now it was nothing for him to be beaten while kneeling.

Kong Xiuwan hit him hard for dozens of times, but when she was too tired to do it anymore, she sat on the bed and gasped for breath. Su Wenshan stood up, but just as he lifted one leg, Kong Xiuwan said, "Did I tell you to get up?"

"I'll go get you a glass of water, then continue kneeling." Su Wenshan said as he poured a glass of water and handed it to her. He then took the washboard and placed it in front of her, then knelt down again, kneeling at her feet.

"Ah Wan."

Su Wenshan called out softly, with a touch of pleading and care. But the word "Awan" made Kong Xiuwan burst into tears like a flood.

Back then, when they were together, he always called her like this, gently, with deep affection.

She cried silently, but her tears flowed like a river and an ocean. Su Wenshan felt heartbroken and his eyes couldn't help but become moist.

After crying for a while, Kong Xiuwan finally let out some of her frustration. Wiping her tears, she looked down at Su Wenshan, who was kneeling before her. Tears were streaming down his face as well. A man in his forties, a powerful figure in the outside world, now kneeling before her and crying, made her feel a little better.

She let out a long sigh and said, "That's it, Su Wenshan. We're even now. You had your reasons back then, and I'm giving you a beating today to vent all the resentment I've had for so many years. We're even now. Get up now."

"Ah Wan"

"Su Wenshan!"

Su Wenshan had originally hoped that Kong Xiuwan would give him a beating, and that they would reconcile after she had vented her anger, but now it seemed his wishful thinking was over. He knelt there without moving, as if he was not going to leave.

Seeing this, Kong Xiuwan snorted and laughed, "You want to kneel down and use this self-torture trick to stop you from getting up?"

"No," Su Wenshan said, but he didn't move, still kneeling. He asked, "What do you mean by 'clearing the two'? Will we be the same as before?" Just like when we were sent to the village as educated youth.

"Well, it's still the same as before. Let's just live our own lives. But I don't hate you anymore." Kong Xiuwan said.

Su Wenshan: ""

That's not what I thought.

"As for Zhengping," Kong Xiuwan continued, "I won't interfere whether he recognizes you or not. I'm also tired and need to rest. You can go now."

Su Wenshan knew that even if he used a self-torture tactic, Kong Xiuwan wouldn't feel sorry for him. Kneeling again would only disgust her. He supported himself with one hand and stood up. He hadn't felt anything while kneeling, but now that he stood up, he felt the real pain. And the wound on his back from being whipped was also very painful.

But he tried his best to keep his expression calm.

Kong Xiuwan didn't really feel sorry for him; it was just some flesh wounds. She also stood up, as if to drive him away. Su Wenshan picked up his coat and put it on, trying to move as usual, but his legs wouldn't obey him and he could only limp.

When they reached the door, Kong Xiuwan opened it, Su Wenshan walked out and then turned back and asked, "When will you be back?"

Halfway through his words, Kong Xiuwan's eyes suddenly widened, and she reached out and pulled him hard. He stumbled and bumped into the door frame, and then felt a sudden pain in his shoulder.

He turned around and saw Su Wenbing looking at him with a gloomy face, "Su Wenshan, if you don't let me live, you will die too."

As he said this, the dagger in his hand was about to stab himself again. Without thinking, Su Wenshan raised his hand and pushed Kong Xiuwan into the house, then closed the door tightly. At this time, his arm was cut again.

He turned around, and Su Wenbing's dagger stabbed him again. He raised his leg to kick Su Wenbing, but his leg was powerless now. Su Wenbing just took two steps back, then rushed forward again with a grin.

At this moment, two tall and strong men in black came running over and held Su Wenbing on the left and right. These two men were the bodyguards Su Wenshan had assigned to Kong Xiuwan.

"Su Wenshan, let me go, let me go." Su Wenbing was still screaming with his face pressed to the ground.

Su Wenshan endured the pain in his body and walked over to Su Wenbing. He squatted down and said, "Let you go? Su Wenbing, it's already a life-or-death situation between us. How could I let you go?"

At this moment, Su Wenshan was cold and cruel. He patted Su Wenbing's head with his blood-stained hand, sneered, stood up, and said to the two bodyguards, "Send him to the police station."

At this moment, Kong Xiuwan opened the door in panic again. Su Wenshan turned around and staggered to her, then fell into her arms, "Ah Wan, I might die."