Chapter 227: Already mentally cheating

"Let's not talk about this kind of thing." Fu Zhengming didn't want to hear what happened next and had a sullen face.

Fu Zhenhuan sighed: "You are always so sensible. In the past, I ignored you. In fact, with your quiet and reserved personality, I should communicate with you more instead of not communicating with you because I am afraid that you don't like it."

Are you afraid that I don’t like it, or do you simply not think of communicating with me?

Only you know the truth.

Fu Zhengming kept his wife's words in mind and said in a cold voice: "Fu Zhengpeng is injured, how come you still have time to come to me?"

"You looked very weak in the warehouse. I was worried that something might have happened to you, so I came to check on you."

"If you were worried about me, shouldn't you have come to the hospital to see me? Why did you come to my house?"

Fu Zhenhuan's face stiffened slightly.

It was obvious that he didn't think anything would happen to him at all.

Fu Zhengming's lips curled up in a self-deprecating arc: "You came here to see me for something, right?"

If I'm not mistaken, this matter is related to Fu Zhengpeng.

Fu Zhenhuan's eyes were moist, and his voice sounded hoarse: "Your cousin is lying in the hospital, but no professional doctor dares to treat him because Shang Bei has given them an order not to treat him."

Fu Zhengming frowned. He didn't know his son would do such a thing. However, he did it very well.

"Shang Bei has been educated by your side since he was a child, but you favored Fu Zhengpeng and Fu Shangjie and hurt him time and time again. It's normal for him to want to vent his anger. You can rest assured that your son will not die."

The three words "your son" pierced Fu Zhenhuan's heart, as if only Fu Zhengpeng was his son, and Fu Zhengming was no longer his son.

"If there's nothing else, I'll go home first. My wife is waiting for me at home." After saying this, Fu Zhengming strode towards the small door.

Fu Zhenhuan came here with the first purpose of seeing if Fu Zhengming was okay, and the second purpose of hoping that Fu Zhengming would talk to Shang Bei and ask him not to push Fu Zhengpeng into a desperate situation. However, he failed, as Fu Zhengming didn't want to listen to him at all.

With a sigh, Fu Zhenhuan left in disappointment when Fu Zhengming really walked into the gate without looking back.

Thirty minutes later, Fu Zhenhuan arrived at the hospital.

In the ward, Fu Zhengpeng broke down and cried because he had lost his legs. When he saw Fu Zhenhuan, he cried even harder, "Dad, why hasn't a professional doctor come to perform surgery on me for so long? They just helped me stop the bleeding, and I can't feel my legs anymore. What's going on? Can't you even afford a famous doctor?"

Fu Zhenhuan frowned and said, "It's not that I can't afford it, it's that you went too far before, and they won't let the doctor treat you."

Fu Zhengpeng was stunned for a moment, then he became furious when he realized what was happening. "Is it Fu Shangbei and Fu Zhengming who did this? What right do they have? I want to call the police and report them for wanting to kill someone!"

Fu Zhenhuan looked at his son's frantic appearance and was very disappointed. "You'd better lie down quietly. If we call the police, you might end up in jail first."

Fu Zhengpeng choked and said confidently: "I didn't break any law!"

"You haven't broken the law? He has evidence that you drugged Abei before." Fu Zhenhuan's words defeated Fu Zhengpeng's fighting spirit. Fu Zhengpeng gradually wrinkled up like a punctured ball.

After a moment's silence, he began to howl in pain, his shoulders shaking and he couldn't stop crying.

"What should I do? Dad, what do you think I should do? I'm going to become disabled and I won't be able to have children. Shang Jie is dead, and Zhang Pingling is missing. I call her but she doesn't answer."

"It was Song Qinghe who made you like this. Even if Zhang Pingling came to see you, I don't think you would treat her well."

"You still want me to treat her well? If it weren't for her, how could Shang Jie die? This damn woman lurked around me with her enemies and hurt me like this. When I get better, I will definitely not let her go."

Having completely lost his mind, his viciousness was revealed in every detail, and his face was hideous and terrifying. Fu Zhenhuan regretted it deeply.

If he hadn't spoiled him too much, would the tragedy have not turned out like this?

"Apeng, she is your wife after all. Song Qinghe didn't take her in anymore. It seems that she is just like you, someone else's pawn. A night of marriage is like a hundred days of grace. You should still have some kindness in your heart and don't hate everyone."

"Dad, you don't understand how I feel right now. If you were me, would you be able to remain calm after being betrayed by your wife?" After retorting, Fu Zhengpeng paused and changed his tone: "Forget it, you don't love your wife. If my mother betrayed you and conspired with others to plot against you, you would probably be even angrier than me."

"Nonsense, what nonsense are you talking about! Your mother is my sister-in-law, why would she betray me?" Fu Zhenhuan scolded angrily.

Fu Zhengpeng sneered, thinking, "Don't pretend! I've seen you covet my mother. If you hadn't benefited from her, how could you consider me your son? Why are you pretending to be loyal in front of others? In your own marriage, you've already been emotionally unfaithful."

However, he would not say these words out loud, as he would have to rely on this old man to take care of him in the future.

…

late at night…

Lu Ying covered her husband, who was sitting on the sofa drinking to relieve his boredom, with her coat and gently hugged him. "Okay, you're not in good health. I asked you to drink so much, it's already harmful to you. Can you stop drinking?"

"How can I sleep without drinking? As soon as I close my eyes, I will recall the scene in the warehouse when he chose to sacrifice me. I am his biological son. My son and I have suffered so much grievance, why doesn't he feel sorry for us?" Fu Zhengming hugged his wife and buried his head in her neck. The old man in his fifties was crying so hard that his teeth were chattering.