Chapter 7 Is a confrontation necessary?
Zhou Qingci stared at Wen Ning, and vaguely recalled her humble appearance in the sanatorium. Was it not that she had learned her lesson, but that she was scared by being beaten?
As soon as this question came to his mind, Zhou Qingci instinctively resisted.
Three years ago, he was the one who sent Wen Ning to the sanatorium. If Wen Ning really suffered so much, then he is the culprit who hurt his own sister!
Zhou Qingci's breathing suddenly became heavier. "I'll call the dean. Wen Ning, you better not be lying!"
The man's voice was heavy, cold, and full of threats.
Zhou Qinghe leaned sideways to block the oppressive, cold gaze, his gentle and elegant face full of seriousness, "Ningning won't."
The little Pomeranian that was happily circling around Wen Ning also stopped and barked twice at Zhou Qingci in dissatisfaction.
At this moment, a series of beeps sounded for a few seconds, and then the dean's gentle and smiling voice sounded.
"Hello, Mr. Zhou, why are you calling so soon? Is Miss Wen Ning sick again?"
Just hearing this sound, she felt as if she was back on the electric shock platform, with the nurse pinching her neck to prevent her from escaping. The electric current was like a sharp knife piercing into her solar plexus, stirring in her flesh and blood, and the pain of near-death suffocation instantly invaded her limbs.
Suddenly, I felt a warm touch on the back of my hand, "Ningning."
The warm and gentle voice was like a warm current injected into her dry and broken heart.
Her hands were shaking as she clutched tightly at the corner of her brother's clothes.
By this time, Zhou Qingci had already told everyone about Wen Ning's arm. After a moment's silence, the dean asked with some sadness, "Did Wen Ning say that?"
A simple question stunned the guilty and distressed Zhou family members, and they stabbed Wen Ning with the sharp knife of suspicion.
Zhou Qingci glanced at Wen Ning and replied coldly, "Yes, she said her arm was broken by a caregiver. Dean, what's going on?"
The dean sighed deeply on the other end of the phone and spoke in a voice full of compassion.
"It's our fault. After three years, we still haven't been able to change her lying habit."
Zhou Qingyan's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he couldn't help but interrupt, "I said she's a habitual liar!"
Zhou Qingci glanced at him, and Zhou Qingyan was not afraid. He smiled and said, "Mr. Dean, please continue."
The director laughed and said, "I still remember this. When she first arrived at the nursing home, our psychologist counseled her every day, but she refused to cooperate and insisted that she was not wrong."
"The doctor thought it was easier for people of the same age to get close to each other, so he asked her roommate to try to persuade her. But she not only refused to listen, but also got into a fight with her roommate, Wang Mengmeng. That's when her arm was broken."
"Of course, this is just my one-sided statement. If you don't believe me, I'll immediately have someone call Wang Mengmeng over to testify."
"Wen Ning, do you need her to come over and confront you?"
The dean's smiling voice echoed in Wen Ning's ears, as if a demon was strangling her neck.
This rhetorical question is a naked threat!
Or, Wang Mengmeng could take a gamble and expose the director's evil deeds to her family, but whether her family would believe it or not is another matter, as Wang Mengmeng is still in the nursing home.
How should the dean beat and abuse her?
But what is more likely is that Wang Mengmeng, under the pressure of the dean, personally admitted that the two had fought.
No matter what the result is, it will not benefit her at all.
She should have known that once she made this call, she would definitely lose.
Moreover, the person who taught her how to survive in the nursing home, protected her from being bullied by other patients, and was gentle to the core.
How could she push her into the abyss of hell with her own hands?
Wang Mengmeng was indeed her roommate. She was introverted and quiet, always staying quietly in the corner. She was gentle and pretty, never noisy or noisy, and very different from the other people who were driven crazy by the nursing home.
At first, Wen Ning envied Wang Mengmeng for not having to go to the electric shock platform every week, until one day - the dean waved her to go to the psychology room for a check-up.
At that time, she was also wondering why the examination had to be done at ten o'clock in the evening?
But in the sanatorium, the consequence of not being obedient is either being put on the electric shock platform or being forced to take medicine, either of which is worse than death.
She was so scared that she obediently prepared to get out of bed and go out.
But Wang Mengmeng, who was always quiet, suddenly became emotional. She grabbed her arm, threw her back on the bed, and wrapped her tightly with a quilt, making it airtight.
In the darkness, she heard Wang Mengmeng pleading over and over again in a trembling voice, "She's still young... very young... don't touch her... let me do it..."
She was inexperienced and didn't understand what Wang Mengmeng meant, but she had a hunch that going out with the dean was not a good thing. She wanted to hold Wang Mengmeng back and tell her not to go either.
But Wang Mengmeng firmly broke free from her hands and stuffed her back into the quilt.
She hugged the cold quilt, huddled in the corner of the bed, and waited anxiously until three or four in the morning for Wang Mengmeng to come back.
She was naked, her body covered in blood and wounds, and her red and swollen eyes were filled with deep despair.
But she still gently held the crying Wen Ning in her arms and comforted her over and over again.
"Ningning, don't cry, it's not your fault."
"My life is ruined a long time ago, but yours isn't."
"You still have hope. There will be a day when you can walk towards the light again. Don't be afraid. Keep going."
Before my eyes, Wang Mengmeng's gentle and broken face vaguely emerged...
Wen Ning slowly loosened the corner of his clothes that he was tightly holding.
A desperate and painful sandy sound slowly sounded.
"No, there's no need to confront her."
"I'm lying. I'm...lying."
Zhou Qinghe turned around in disbelief, "Ningning?"
When she heard her brother's clear and gentle voice, she felt as if her heart was being tightly grasped by a pair of invisible hands, and she was in so much pain that she dared not breathe.
She lowered her head, avoiding Zhou Qinghe's gaze.
At this moment, Zhou Qingyan's arrogant voice rang out, "Hahaha, I told you, she's a habitual liar. She was just pretending to gain sympathy."
Zhou Yaya also covered her mouth, as if she couldn't believe it. "Sister, how could you tell such a lie? If this gets out, it will have a huge impact on the reputation of the nursing home."
Although Shen Xufeng didn't say anything, his increasingly cold eyes also announced his attitude.
Lin Wanyi wiped her tears and complained, "Yaya is right. You can't slander the nursing home like this. If this gets out, our Zhou family will be known as ungrateful."
Zhou Qingci was even more relieved. The dean confirmed that Wen Ning lied, and also confirmed that everything he had done was right!
Then, he put on his brotherly airs and coldly rebuked him, "Wen Ning, you're really getting bolder and bolder. Apologize to the dean!"
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