Chapter 119: A Wasted Life
Beijing, private hospital.
Sheng Han, who was only 16 years old, leaned against the wall, and the sound he hated most could be faintly heard in the stairwell.
"Don't contact your brother." A sharp and harsh female voice sounded. It was his grandmother.
"I also told his assistant not to disturb him from signing the contract at this critical moment."
Sheng Fu, his second uncle, said hesitantly, "But Mom, everyone from the Zhou family has arrived. My eldest brother..."
"So what?" Grandma Sheng sneered. "Since Zhou Yuanxin married into our Sheng family, she's ours in life and ours in death! It's her own bad luck and frailty. Who can she blame?"
"She's already passed away. Even if Sheng Jian grew wings and flew back, could he still bring her back to life?"
Every word was like a sharp blade, piercing Shenghan's heart.
He kicked open the door of the ward and stared at the old woman with red eyes.
"You old bastard!"
Sheng Han roared and rushed over, kicking her with all his strength.
Grandma Sheng was kicked to the ground unexpectedly and let out a cry of pain.
Sheng Fu and Mei Zhen were horrified and rushed over to grab Sheng Han tightly from the left and right.
Sheng Han struggled frantically, but because his mother's condition had been unstable in the past few days, he had no appetite at all and his body was already weak.
Sheng Han roared, "Let me go! I'm going to kill this old hag!"
"After my mom fell ill, if you hadn't been whispering nonsense in her ears every day and if you hadn't been tormenting her to the point of making her unhappy, would her condition have worsened so quickly?!"
He broke free from his restraints, his chest heaving violently, his eyes like poisoned knives, slowly sweeping over everyone present.
"You better not fall into my hands!"
Sheng Fu was startled by his eyes full of resentment and did not dare to move forward for a moment.
After Sheng Han left, Grandma Sheng was helped to her feet, still shouting, "This is outrageous! What can a little beast do? Quick, take me to see a doctor! He's kicking my old bones to pieces!"
She didn't take Sheng Han's threat seriously at all.
When Sheng Han returned to the door of the morgue, the Zhou family had already arrived.
Old Mr. Zhou burst into tears and was held tightly by his eldest son Zhou Yuancheng so that he did not fall down.
The second son, Zhou Yuanwei, had red eyes. Seeing Sheng Han, he asked solemnly, "Xiao Han, have you contacted your father?"
Sheng Han shook his head, his face expressionless, as if all his sadness had been drained away by the outburst, leaving only endless numbness.
He made a decision that shocked everyone.
"Send it directly to the funeral home and arrange for cremation."
Everyone was shocked.
Old Master Zhou raised his weather-beaten yet tearful eyes and looked at his grandson intently.
After a long moment, he closed his eyes in sorrow and made a decision: "Listen to Xiaohan and cremate him!"
Then, Mr. Zhou’s pent-up anger could no longer be suppressed.
"Even if I had tied her up with a rope, I should have tied her up at home! I absolutely wouldn't have let her marry that bastard Sheng Jian! Otherwise, how could my daughter be so weak at such a young age? Xinxin, how could you let your father die young?"
By the time Sheng Jian finally finished all the matters and rushed back from abroad excitedly with the joy of signing a huge order, everything was settled.
The funny thing is that when he dialed the number he knew by heart and wanted to share with his wife the joy of the group's upcoming success, he learned from the Zhou family that the person who always gently praised and supported him was no longer there.
The Sheng family faced an unprecedented family storm.
Sheng Jian pointed at Sheng Han's nose, shaking with anger: "Do you still have me as your father? You dare to cremate your mother before I even come back?!"
Sheng Han stared back at him coldly: "What about you? Do you still have this family in your heart? How long has it been since you spent time with her? My mother shouldn't have married you!"
Grandma Sheng was drinking tea slowly, as if she was watching a good show that had nothing to do with her.
The quarrel ended with a loud slap.
Sheng Jian's palms were still shaking.
Sheng Han covered his burning face with his hands, his eyes filled with hatred.
He turned around suddenly and knocked the teacup out of Grandma Sheng's hand with one palm, splashing the scalding tea all over her.
"Sheng Jian! If you still want me as your son, kick this old hag out of my house now!"
Grandma Sheng screamed, "This is my son's home, why can't I live here?"
Sheng Han walked to the door and turned back to say the most heartbreaking words: "She's not your biological mother. I don't know why you kept her. Are you trying to show off your ridiculous filial piety? Now my mother has been tortured to death by her. Are you satisfied?"
Grandma Sheng wanted to take advantage of her seniority to file a complaint, but she was met with Sheng Jian's deep and unfathomable eyes.
"Did you really...torture Xinxin?"
Grandma Sheng denied it guiltily.
In the end, she was "invited" by Sheng Jian to return to the old house in Anluo City.
And Sheng Han also moved back to the Sheng family from the hotel.
However, I don’t know who he was angry with, but the boy who used to have good academic performance has completely changed.
He was like a walking corpse, following the group of uneducated rich second-generations in school, skipping classes, racing, and drinking...
Until a serious car accident sent him to the hospital.
Sheng Jian rushed to the ward and felt heartbroken and helpless when he saw his son covered in bandages and scars.
"What on earth do you want? If you treat yourself like this, your mother's spirit in heaven won't rest in peace!"
This topic once again ignited Sheng Han's excitement.
He was like a hedgehog that had been stepped on in a sore spot, and all the spikes on his body exploded: "How dare you mention my mother!"
Mr. Zhou, who lives far away in Anluo City, was devastated by the news of his daughter's death and had already resigned from all his positions and returned home to retire.
After hearing about his grandson's misdeeds in the capital, he could no longer sit still.
He personally rushed to the capital and brought Sheng Han back to Anluo City.
Mr. Zhou treated Sheng Jian as air the whole time, his nose was not a nose, and his eyes were not eyes.
In order to get his grandson back on the right track, Grandpa Zhou even used his connections to donate an entire teaching building to Anluo No. 1 High School, and only then was Sheng Han able to get in.
He even personally visited the old teachers he knew one by one and said, "Please, save this child."
But it's no use.
Sheng Han was just thinking about Mr. Zhou's health, so he restrained himself a little more than when he was in the capital and no longer took the initiative to cause trouble.
But his heart is still desolate.
He doesn't know what he wants to do in the future, nor does he know the meaning of life.
Every day, he just breathed numbly and waited in a daze. Maybe one day he would just die like this, which would be a relief.
Until that New Year's Eve party.
Because he had a low-grade fever, he was more than half an hour late and was punished by his sullen-faced teacher to stand at the back of the auditorium.
The stuffy air and noisy voices made his already dizzy head even more swollen and painful.
Until that girl appeared.
She stood in the lead dancer's position, wearing a palace dress woven with red and red, with wide flowing sleeves and a skirt that trailed on the ground.
At that moment, Sheng Han felt as if his world had been muted.
All I could hear was the sound of my heartbeat in my chest, which was getting louder and louder, almost jumping out of my throat.
Bang, bang, bang...
Without warning, the words his mother had said to him before she died flashed through his confused mind.
At that time, he stayed by the bedside and complained, "Mom, why did you marry Dad? What's so good about him?"
Zhou Yuanxin just smiled gently, with a glint of reminiscence in her eyes: "Because I like him. When I saw him for the first time, my heart was pounding, and at that moment I knew that he was the one. When our Xiaohan meets someone he likes in the future, you will know."
He thought, he seemed to have encountered it.
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