Zhou Mo looked at Han Hongde in surprise and vigilance.
I suddenly felt a chill down my spine.
If she was not mistaken, Han Hongde wanted... to kill Han Ze?
This seems like a good choice.
Han Ze is dead, her revenge is achieved, and the biggest threat to the Han family will also end with Han Ze's death.
"Han Ze's entire body is severely burned, and his legs can't be saved and need amputation... Even if he survives, he won't be able to live a normal life, so..." Han Hongde said, "For him, living is probably more painful than dying."
"Then let him live," Zhou Mo said.
Han Hongde was surprised. "Don't you want to fight for your life?"
"Of course I do, but if death is a relief for Han Ze, I would rather he live as a half-human, half-ghost," Zhou Mo's eyes dimmed. "Abandoning him will benefit you, right? Then don't abandon him. Let him continue to be a member of your Han family with half his body."
Continue to be the "scandal" of the Han family, the "shame" of the Han family, and the "burden" of the Han family.
The surname that they were proud of has been tarnished from then on.
Not only should they not be able to hold their noble heads up in front of her, but they should also not be able to hold their heads up in front of everyone.
Han Hongde didn't expect that Zhou Mo was more rational and ruthless than he thought.
He even offered Han Ze's life in exchange for Zhou Mo's, but Zhou Mo remained indifferent. Killing him was not enough, he even wanted to destroy his heart.
That's a bit too much.
"Miss Zhou, please reconsider this," Han Hongde said. "My proposal is the biggest concession the Han family can make, and it's a win-win outcome. I'll give you Han Ze's life, and you give me the letter of apology, and we'll be reconciled. You and Han Chen will continue to live your lives in Dongjiang, and the Han family will recognize you as their granddaughter-in-law. If you and Han Chen encounter any difficulties, the Han family will provide unconditional assistance. You should understand the principle of leaning against a big tree for shade."
"Then what? Just let it go like this?" Zhou Mo asked back.
"What else?"
"You haven't even apologized, and you still want me to issue a letter of understanding?" Zhou Mo asked calmly, "How is this different from a threat or an exchange of interests? Or do I need to explain to you what the three words 'letter of understanding' actually mean?"
Han Hongde frowned and asked, "What do you want? Have Han Ze's parents come to your house to apologize in person? I'm his grandfather, isn't it enough for me to come here?"
Zhou Mo: "Do you think it's enough?"
Han Hongde held his breath in his heart. He suppressed his temper and asked impatiently, "What do you want?"
Zhou Mo: "Cure Han Ze until he regains consciousness, and then have him and his father come to apologize in person."
Han Hongde: "You! You just don't want the Han family to have an easy life!"
Zhou Mo: "Did I say anything about letting the Han family live better? You won't let me live better, so why should I let you live better?"
Han Hongde was so angry that he stood up suddenly. Then his blood pressure soared and an inexplicable resistance rushed from the back of his neck to the top of his head.
He was even a little unsteady on his feet and had to use a crutch to barely support himself.
"You...you are deliberately bullying us. I clearly proposed a win-win solution, but you don't know what's good for you. You..."
"Is this your attitude when asking for help?" Zhou Mo was not annoyed at all. "If that's the case, there's no need for us to continue talking. If you stay here, you'll only get angrier. Han Chen will be here soon, and I don't think he'll want to see you here. You should leave."
If you don't agree, there's no need to talk too much.
Zhou Mo didn't want to waste any more time talking to Han Hongde, so he ordered him to leave.
Han Hongde gave her a deep look, then walked away unsteadily with his crutches.
Around noon.
Han Chen came to arrange for Zhou Mo to be discharged from the hospital.
Of course, before being discharged from the hospital, he also brought food to Zhou Mo.
Liu Xiangru and Liang Xinyun worked on it all morning. Knowing that she ate little, they reduced the amount.
Han Chen placed the food one by one on the coffee table in the room, and asked Zhou Mo to wash his hands first.
When Zhou Mo came out after washing her hands, Han Chen had already set the table and was waiting for her to sit down and eat.
Even the lid of the thermos next to it was opened, and the hot water was steaming.
There was also a bottle of orange juice next to the water glass.
Zhou Mo sat down, "Your grandfather came this morning."
Han Chen felt a chill down his spine. "What did he say again?"
Zhou Mo: "Nothing, they asked me to write a letter of apology, but I didn't agree. You should know about your family's affairs, right? I mean your third uncle."
Han Chen sighed helplessly, "I know. I didn't expect my grandfather to act so quickly. He came to you today to ask for a letter of apology after giving his opinion yesterday."
Zhou Mo picked up two pieces of celery and chewed them slowly. After a few bites, she said, "I won't issue a letter of apology. No matter who comes to beg me, it will be useless. So, don't let the Han family waste their efforts."
Han Chen's voice was muffled. After a "hmm", he opened the bottle of orange juice for Zhou Mo.
Zhou Mo: "I'm not targeting you. I made the decision according to my heart. It's my father who passed away. I hope you can understand me."
Han Chen: "I understand."
Zhou Mo: "Do you still want me to move back now?"
Han Chen's eyes widened in surprise. "Are you willing?"
Zhou Mo: "It's not about whether I'm willing or not, but... it depends on whether God will give me this opportunity. To be honest, I still need some time to digest it, and I think you do too. After all, you probably don't want to see the big family you've been living in fall to the ground."
Han Chen's expression was gloomy. "When I left the imperial capital, I thought of this day."
Zhou Mo: "Did I call you?"
Han Chen: "Yes. Now you and I are in the same boat."
As he spoke, Han Chen took out his cell phone from his pocket and opened the call log to show Zhou Mo.
Zhou Mo took a quick glance and saw that the call lasted about ten minutes.
Han Chen did not lie to her.
After a day's rest, Zhou Mo felt much better and his appetite increased a lot.
Although my appetite has not returned to normal, I have eaten more than yesterday.
Still haven't finished eating though.
Han Chen took her chopsticks and finished all the remaining food she had eaten.
Zhou Mo sat next to him, sipping orange juice.
"It's a bit sour," Zhou Mo frowned.
"Really?" Han Chen took it and took a sip. "Indeed. Want something sweet? I'll buy it for you later."
"I want to drink peach juice," Zhou Mo said.
Han Chen was stunned for a moment and said, "Okay."
Zhou Mo approached him, looked at his expression, and noticed his unnaturalness.
She pouted slightly to show her dissatisfaction.
"You always have this expression when I mention peach juice."
"What expression?" Han Chen asked.
"Of course I'm not happy, so what else can I say?" Zhou Mo said, "Why are you so jealous? It's been so many years, and you're still fussing over Tang Tianxi?"
"No," Han Chen lowered his eyes and shifted his gaze to the other side indifferently.
Zhou Mo reached out and turned his head, forcing him to look directly at him.
"Tell the truth."
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