Chapter 773 Su Miao Extra 45
Song Hansheng's father died due to bankruptcy, and his mother suffered so much to raise him that she became ill.
Yes, even if I really hated someone, it was towards Su Miao’s father. At that time, Su Miao was just a six-year-old child, what could he understand?
To add insult to injury, you have to fall into the well yourself before others will drop stones on you.
But Song Hansheng was blinded by hatred. Why did the Song family go bankrupt overnight and everything changed, while the Su family was still so high and mighty?
Why was it that while he was kneeling on the ground, his little fiancée walked past him arrogantly without even giving him a consoling look?
Rather than hating the real enemy who harmed his family, Song Hansheng hated accomplices like the Su family even more.
Su Miao had slept for too long and her body was stiff. The first thing she did when she woke up was to move around, but she had no strength. It was difficult for her to simply lift her hand, let alone support her upper body.
Song Hansheng wanted to give her some water, but Su Miao brushed it aside.
In the end, I had to ask the nurse to come. After drinking some water and eating something, I finally felt a little stronger.
She looked at Song Hansheng standing beside her and remembered what he had just said.
Even murderers have a chance to go to court to argue for probation, so why did she want to kill him with a stick?
Just like what Su Miao had thought before, most people who make mistakes don’t look for problems in themselves, but look for reasons and excuses, using their upbringing, their original family, and yes, they also look for problems in the victim.
"Song Hansheng, come here."
Song Hansheng saw Su Miao frowning, thinking she was feeling unwell, and hurried over to check on her. Before he could get close...
"Pa!" Su Miao slapped Song Hansheng with his backhand, his chest heaving slightly, and his slightly open lips with a sickly look.
This slap didn't hurt Song Hansheng at all. In fact, she didn't expect to hurt him. Su Miao just wanted an outlet.
The young nurse who was still in the ward watched the lively scene. After a brief moment of surprise, she silently gave a thumbs up in her heart: Good job!
The four looked at each other, one mocking, the other embarrassed.
Song Hansheng asked hoarsely, "Are you relieved?"
Relief? Could a soft slap in the face be even one tenth as painful as the one she felt?
Su Miao took a breath and spoke with difficulty in her hoarse voice: "Song Hansheng, thank you so much this time. If it weren't for you, I really wouldn't be able to remove my uterus."
There were no painkillers, and the anesthesia had worn off. The wound stung. Su Miao's slap had affected the wound on her abdomen, and her eyes were red with pain. But she suppressed a sinister smile, "Congratulations, you finally destroyed that organ in my body. I no longer have to worry about getting pregnant with your bastard child all day long."
Looking at Su Miao's ferocious expression, Song Hansheng froze in place for a moment. His heart sank, as if a rope was slowly tightening around him.
Especially the mocking curve at the corner of Su Miao's mouth, which was like a knife scraping his heart.
"We can adopt a child later. Su Miao, Jiang Yurou and I are done. I cut off one of her fingers. If you hate me and want revenge on me, and want me to suffer the same injuries you've suffered, then you should wait until you're well again. Three years ago, you stabbed me 29 times, and this time I'll let you stab me again. As long as you keep me alive, I'll make it up to you."
People who don't know the whole story would think he is a romantic after hearing him speak for so long.
"Jiang Yurou was able to do it with just one finger?"
"One finger has ruined her second half of life. Su Miao, I can't let her go to jail. I owe her this." Song Hansheng didn't dare to tell Su Miao that Jiang Yurou was responsible for everything that happened while she was in jail. He was afraid that if he told her, Su Miao would hate him and Jiang Yurou even more.
"Song Hansheng, you have to understand that you owe her, not me. I asked you before if you loved me, and you said you didn't know." Su Miao taunted, "It's not that you don't understand, it's that you don't love me enough. If you really loved me, you would think about giving me justice, you would think about making those who bullied me suffer, instead of pretending to be ignorant like you are now, and verbally saying you want to make it up to me."
The things Song Hansheng said about being good to her might be the most disgusting thing in the world.
His momentary tenderness is like treating a pair of new shoes. When you first buy them, you will squat down and wipe them clean if they get a little dust on them. After they are worn out, you won’t even check if someone steps on you. People are generally like this. At the beginning, he will feel distressed if you frown, but later, he won’t be too nervous even if you are dying.
What's more, Song Hansheng has been a heartless person from beginning to end.
Su Miao never expected Song Hansheng to do anything for Jiang Yurou. Instead of pinning her hopes on him, she might as well do it herself.
Song Hansheng was indeed unworthy of saying the word "love" to Su Miao. Loving someone, as Su Miao said, means that you would not want her to get hurt, would bring those who hurt her to justice, would be partial to her in everything, and would want to cut open your chest to put her in.
But he hurt Su Miao again and again and let others bully him.
Song Hansheng no longer dared to say the word "love". To be precise, he was not worthy of it.
He said he loved Su Miao, but at the same time he hurt her. Even he himself found such love ridiculous.
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