Jiang Jingyu was transferred to a mental hospital to receive formal treatment.
I deal with mentally ill people every day.
She would sit in the courtyard reading, looking elegant and noble, when patients would snatch her book and even pour water on her head.
He even messed up her neatly combed hair.
These days are not easy.
That day, Shen Jinmo suddenly asked Lin Jing to drive her and Lu Anyu to accompany him to a mental hospital.
Lu Zhiwei was unwilling to go; she did not see the need to meet with Jiang Jingyu.
Shen Jinmo said to her, "You let her go, but you should at least see her current fate. That way, you can feel more at peace."
Shen Jinmo was actually grateful to Lu Zhiwei.
If Lu Zhiwei insists on pursuing the matter to the end, Jiang Jingyu's mental illness is unfounded.
She cannot escape legal punishment either; even without a heavy sentence, she will spend the next few years in prison.
Jiang Jingyu is, after all, his mother. Rather than letting her grow old alone and in despair in prison, it would be freer for her to spend the rest of her life in a mental hospital.
Jiang Jingyu was used to being free all her life.
This was the last bit of filial piety he could show as a son.
Lu Zhiwei did not refuse again and went with him to the mental hospital.
Lu Zhiwei, holding her son's hand, saw Jiang Jingyu, dressed in a hospital gown, sitting in the yard sunbathing with her hair as messy as a bird's nest.
The book in her hand was torn to shreds by the patient next to her.
A single, crystal-clear tear slid down Jiang Jingyu's cheek, shimmering golden in the sunlight.
She held a comb in her hand and kept combing her beautiful hair.
My once jet-black and shiny hair has become dry and yellow, and even large patches of white hair have grown in it, because I haven't been to the beauty salon for a long time.
"Fool, fool, why are you dressing up? Your face is uglier than a ghost's!" Several mental patients made up a folk song and kept singing it around Jiang Jingyu.
Lu Zhiwei, Chen Jinmo, and Lu Anyu slowly walked up to her.
The moment she looked up and saw Lu Zhiwei.
Her pathetic state was starkly exposed to the eyes of the person she hated most.
This is worse than killing her.
She immediately wiped away her tears and hid the comb in her pocket.
Lu Anyu didn't kick her while she was down and call her an old hag again. He just stood obediently next to Lu Zhiwei and stared at Jiang Jingyu without calling her that.
Jiang Jingyu took out a melted chocolate from her hospital gown and handed it to Lu Anyu: "An'an, Grandma gave you some chocolate, do you want some?"
Lu Anyu shook his head: "I don't like chocolate."
Jiang Jingyu's kind smile froze on her face at that moment. She slowly put the candy in her hand back into her pocket.
He turned his gaze to Shen Jingmo and Lu Zhiwei: "What are you doing here? Are you here to laugh at me?"
Lu Zhiwei sneered: "I don't have the time for that."
It is said that there is always something hateful about a pitiful person.
Jiang Jingyu's current predicament is entirely her own fault.
Shen Jinmo's dark eyes were cold and complex. He looked at his once noble and elegant mother, and how could he not be angry at her falling into the mire?
He was angry that Jiang Jingyu was so useless.
"Mom, do you regret it? Do you regret letting yourself become like this?" Shen Jinmo asked her in a hoarse voice.
Jiang Jingyu turned her head and glanced at Shen Jingmo: "I have never regretted the path I have taken. Like Lu Zhiwei, I am determined to accomplish whatever I set my mind to."
I wasn't the socialite your father had to choose back then, but I did everything I could to marry him.
In fact, I did it. I became the incomparably noble Madam Shen, and your mother.
Speaking of her past, Jiang Jingyu's eyes shone brightly.
She didn't even think that using underhanded means to achieve her goals was shameful.
"I'm just getting old and unlucky, running into Lu Zhiwei, my nemesis. Son, I should actually hate you the most. If you hadn't married this woman..."
If none of this were happening, you wouldn't be in this situation. After all, you were born from my womb. If I hadn't given birth to you...
I already eliminated you along with them.
Now that things have come to this...
Jiang Jingyu remained unrepentant and unaware of her own mistakes.
Shen Jinmo was amused by Jiang Jingyu's words.
A feeling of suffocation welled up in his chest, tearing at his heart, and the pain made his vision blur again.
"So, the things you did to me without my consent—collecting my sperm and getting me sterilized—are actually minor, and all for my own good?"
"Isn't that right? I'm doing all this for you and for the Shen family."
And you, time and time again, hurt me, your mother, for this woman. You didn't say a word for me at the funeral.
They even wanted to help Lu Zhiwei send me to prison, wishing I would die sooner.
"Back then... I shouldn't have risked my precious life to give birth to you."
Jiang Jingyu's complaints made Shen Jinmo burst into laughter, and the tiny bit of filial piety and guilt in his heart vanished at that moment.
"Let's go." Shen Jinmo said with a stern face, turning his wheelchair around.
Lu Zhiwei took Lu Anyu's hand and followed Shen Jinmo.
She knew this was the last time she would ever see Jiang Jingyu.
What Lu Zhiwei didn't expect was...
Three days later.
Lu Zhiwei met Jiang Jingyu again.
However, it was Jiang Jingyu's charred corpse.
When Liu Changqing called to inform her, the police were taking a forensic doctor to the mental hospital.
The entire scene was surrounded by police tape.
It is said that a fire suddenly broke out in the ward where Jiang Jingyu was staying, burning her to death after she had taken psychiatric medication and entered a deep sleep.
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