Old Master Meng just sighed deeply and said with tears in his eyes, "That's just a dream. It will be difficult for Chenchen to stand up again in this life. That bitch beat him up and didn't even give him medical treatment. How could he possibly stand up again?"
As he spoke, Jiang Ranran could hear the extreme sorrow and hatred in Mr. Meng's heart.
Jiang Ranran opened her mouth and wanted to say something else, but suddenly she heard a rustling sound nearby, which was the sound of someone twisting on the floor.
Jiang Ranran realized that it must be Meng Xianchen who woke up!
"Ugh..." Meng Xianchen groaned in pain. Obviously, his bones were still in severe pain.
"Ah... it hurts, it hurts so much..." Meng Xianchen's voice was hoarse and he kept shouting in pain.
When Mr. Meng saw his son wake up, he immediately rushed over and supported Meng Xianchen, "Son, don't move, you're injured."
Meng Xianchen certainly knew that he was injured, but he didn't think it was serious.
When Meng Xianchen tried to move his legs, he found that he couldn't move his whole body! Every time he moved, he was accompanied by severe pain, making Meng Xianchen feel like he was worse than death!
"It hurts so much! Father, what's wrong with me?!" Meng Xianchen's forehead was covered with beads of sweat.
He only remembered that before he fainted, Meng Zhen and his men broke his legs.
But now Meng Xianchen was unable to move his body. Old Master Meng didn't want to tell Meng Xianchen about what happened, but he had no choice but to tell him now.
So Mr. Meng told Meng Xianchen everything.
Jiang Ranran could imagine that when Meng Xianchen heard the news, he must have been questioning, furious, and then desperate.
"No, it's impossible! At most, I just broke one leg. How could my whole body be shattered?" Meng Xianchen's voice was trembling unnaturally. When he was nervous, he had already assumed that what others said was true.
Mr. Meng didn't force Meng Xianchen to believe it. He just sniffed and wiped his tears. "Chenchen, don't be sad. Dad will take care of you for the rest of your life."
"I don't want you to take care of me all my life. I can do it myself. My bones are still fine. It's okay!" Meng Xianchen tried to be stubborn and turned over his legs, but no matter how he moved, his legs were like they were filled with shot put and could not move.
In the end, Meng Xianchen was exhausted and sweating, but his legs did not move at all.
He was almost deflated in despair, looking up at the ceiling, his shoulders twitching as he began to cry. His trembling made Old Man Meng feel heartbroken.
"Chenchen, it's okay..." Old Master Meng wanted to comfort him, but was interrupted by Meng Xianchen's roar.
"It matters! I don't want to be a cripple!" Meng Xianchen growled, trying to grab his pants with both hands to force his legs to move, but he forgot that his arms were also destroyed, and now he was almost a disabled person.
Old Master Meng tried to hold back the tears that were about to fall, but in the end he couldn't help it and could only turn his head to the side and cry secretly.
"Ah! Why, why is this happening?!" Meng Xianchen twisted his body in despair, his face pale beyond recognition.
"I don't want to become a disabled person, I don't want to!" Meng Xianchen shouted, but he could hear nothing except the crying of Old Man Meng.
I don't know how long she had been trying to commit suicide. Anyway, Meng Xianchen's arm was broken, and he couldn't die without anyone watching him. This was Meng Zhen's viciousness. She didn't want Meng Xianchen's life, she just wanted him to live a miserable and humiliating life.
Slowly, Meng Xianchen seemed to calm down a little, and said to Old Man Meng lightly: "Father, let me die. You do it yourself. I won't blame you."
"Silly child, what are you talking about?" Old Master Meng held Meng Xianchen's hand with heartache.
Meng Xianchen's face was expressionless, his eyes were empty. "Living like this is worse than dying."
"What will happen to me if you die? What will happen to the Meng family? What will happen to the employees of those companies? Have you thought about all these?" Old Master Meng began to try to find various reasons. In short, he wanted to rebuild his son's confidence in life.
Meng Xianchen's face was still pale, and he replied expressionlessly, "I can't care about that anymore. Father, please help me get rid of this for the sake of our father-son relationship."
Seeing Meng Xianchen's determination, Mr. Meng finally couldn't hold it in any longer. He said angrily, "Impossible! I won't give up on you. Cheer up!"
"Cheer up? Look at me now, how can I cheer up?" Meng Xianchen said sarcastically.
But Mr. Meng disagreed and said stubbornly: "No matter what you become, you are still my son. Besides, your life is not only yours, but also Jiang Ranran's. She kowtowed and begged for it for you. What qualifications do you have to die?"
"Jiang Ranran? Did he get it by kowtowing?" Meng Xianchen said with some surprise.
Old Master Meng then gently moved Meng Xianchen's head and asked him to look at Jiang Ranran who was lying nearby. Sure enough, he saw the bright red bloodstains on Jiang Ranran's forehead, indicating that he was seriously injured.
"What's going on?" There was finally some emotion in Meng Xianchen's voice, no longer cold and desperate.
Old Master Meng said bitterly, "It was that bitch Meng Zhen. She wanted to kill you. It was Jiang Ranran who kowtowed to her, begging her not to torture you, begging her not to kill you. And then Ranran kowtowed desperately, until she became like this..."
When Mr. Meng talked about this, he felt a little moved. If it weren't for Jiang Ranran, he would have lost his son today.
Meng Xianchen's tone finally softened a bit, and he asked softly, "Why did you save me? You might as well let me die."
Jiang Ranran heard his words. Although she couldn't turn her head, she still smiled and said, "Meng Xianchen, since you saved me before, it's my duty to save you. I don't want you to die. I hope you live well."
"But I'm a disabled person now." Meng Xianchen looked down at his legs and arms that could not move, and the frown in his eyes became heavier.
Jiang Ranran said firmly, "Who said you're useless? You're just disabled, but your mind is still there, your soul is still there. You have so many people who care about you and love you. Are you afraid of having a bad life in the second half of your life?"
"We are still in the hands of that bitch Meng Zhen." Meng Xianchen reminded Jiang Ranran lightly.
But Jiang Ranran didn't seem worried at all. "As long as you're still alive, there's always hope."
"I wish I were half as optimistic as you." Meng Xianchen smiled bitterly. These words were more effective than all the previous ones. Suddenly, he didn't want to die so much anymore.
There are so many people who love him, how can Meng Xianchen bear to make them sad?
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