Chapter 162 Let's Get a Divorce
Upon hearing this, He Xiaoman looked at the man in front of her in disbelief. The face she had once been infatuated with now seemed so unfamiliar and ferocious.
She clutched the bundle of money tightly to her chest, shaking her head repeatedly: "No! What will I do if I give you this money? This bracelet is my dowry from my mother, our last resort. We can't touch it unless absolutely necessary!"
"I want your trump card right now!" Du Wenxiu completely lost her temper and pounced on He Xiaoman to snatch the bundle from her arms.
"Ah! Du Wenxiu, let me go!" He Xiaoman screamed and struggled, her fingernails scratching Du Wenxiu's still-healing wounds.
This pain completely ignited Du Wenxiu's ferocity.
He's a desperate man now, he has no mercy for women whatsoever.
Du Wenxiu roared and raised her foot, clad in a heavy leather shoe, to kick He Xiaoman in the stomach!
"Bang!"
A muffled thud.
He Xiaoman's screams stopped abruptly, and she arched her body like a cooked shrimp, falling to the ground.
It felt like a red-hot iron rod had been plunged into her stomach; the excruciating pain instantly swept through her entire body, making it hard for her to even breathe.
Taking advantage of the situation, Du Wenxiu snatched the bundle from her arms, roughly pulled off the gold bracelet on her wrist, and tore off the gold earrings from her ears, leaving her earlobes bleeding profusely.
"Du Wenxiu..." He Xiaoman collapsed onto the cold ground, convulsing in pain. She watched helplessly as the man stuffed all his valuables into his arms and then turned and ran away without a second thought.
"Du Wenxiu, you heartless bastard! You'll die a horrible death!" she cried out with all her might, her voice as shrill as an owl's. "I was so blind! I lied to Jianjun, I stole money from home, all for you, you beast!"
The man's figure didn't pause for a moment, and soon disappeared into the boundless darkness.
Despair and excruciating pain struck at the same time.
He Xiaoman felt a heat below her body, and a sticky, warm current gushed out uncontrollably, soaking her cotton pants.
She reached down with trembling hands and, by the moonlight, saw that her hands were covered in sticky, scarlet blood.
Blood……
Her stomach hurt even more, as if countless hands were tearing it apart from inside. He Xiaoman rolled on the ground in pain, her consciousness gradually fading until finally everything went black and she passed out completely.
...
"Reporting, sir! He Xiaoman's house is deserted; all the valuables are gone!"
"Report! Du Wenxiu, who was in the detention cell, is also missing!"
When the news reached the office, Chief Le slammed his fist on the table in a rage: "Fine, one after another, they're fleeing from justice! Hunt them down! Turn the place upside down, but bring these two back to me!"
He immediately ordered: "Block all exits from the city, especially the train and bus stations! Conduct thorough checks!"
Several military jeeps immediately roared out of the compound. The experienced captain in charge judged that they were most likely heading to the train station, so he led a group of men to give chase along the small road leading to the train station at full speed.
"Captain, look there! There seems to be someone on the roadside!" a sharp-eyed guard suddenly shouted, pointing ahead.
The vehicle braked suddenly, and several soldiers jumped out, rushing over with flashlights in hand.
Under the flashlight beam, He Xiaoman was curled up on the ground, her face as pale as paper, with a large pool of blood beneath her that had begun to turn black, wisps of white steam rising in the cold air.
“She’s still alive!” A soldier checked her breath.
The captain frowned, glanced at the scene, and made a decisive decision: "Take her with you and get her to the military hospital immediately! The rest of you, keep chasing her! Du Wenxiu must be up ahead!"
...
In the military hospital, He Xiaoman slowly woke up, the first thing she felt was a tearing pain in her lower abdomen. She opened her eyes and saw a white ceiling and a group of people surrounding her bed.
Jiang Wanqiu was also there; she stood quietly in the corner, looking at her with a cold gaze.
Standing beside the bed was her husband, Zhou Jianjun.
Zhou Jianjun was dressed in a crisp military uniform, his face taut like stone, his eyes devoid of any warmth.
When he saw that He Xiaoman was awake, he didn't even bother to say a word of concern. He simply took a folded piece of paper out of his pocket and threw it next to her pillow.
"He Xiaoman, I have already submitted the divorce report to the organization." His voice was extremely cold and hard. "You'd better watch yourself."
He Xiaoman's mind went blank. Before she could recover from the blow of being abandoned by Du Wenxiu, she was stunned by this sudden shock.
Just then, a doctor in a white coat walked in, glanced at the form in his hand, and said to Zhou Jianjun, "Battalion Commander Zhou, your wife was hemorrhaging heavily when she was brought in, and her condition was very dangerous. We did our best, but... she miscarried and couldn't save the baby."
The child... is gone?
But the next second, a crazy idea of finding a way out of a desperate situation immediately came to mind.
She burst into tears, grabbed Zhou Jianjun's arm, and sobbed, "Zhou Jianjun! You have no heart! Our child is gone, and you want to divorce me? Are you even human?! Is your heart made of iron?!"
Zhou Jianjun disgustedly shook off her hand and looked at her coldly: "Is your heart with me? What use are you to me!"
"My heart is still with you!" He Xiaoman cried her heart out. She knew this was her last chance, and she had to seize it. "Jianjun, I was wrong! I was just confused for a moment! Look at me, I was pregnant with your child, and now the child is gone, I... I don't want to live anymore!"
As she cried, she glanced around at the people in her eyes, trying to gain sympathy and excuse herself by mentioning that she had lost her child.
If she were to be divorced like this, and her family found out that she hadn't managed to elope with a man, her parents would definitely beat her to death!
She would rather die than agree to a divorce!
Unexpectedly, when Zhou Jianjun heard her mention the child, his face showed no emotion whatsoever; instead, a cold, extremely mocking smile appeared on his face.
"The child?" he said, enunciating each word clearly. "It's not mine!"
He Xiaoman's crying stopped abruptly, then she became even more hysterical in her defense: "Zhou Jianjun, you heartless bastard! You can scold me and hit me when I make a mistake, but how can you not even recognize your own flesh and blood! Everyone, please judge this! What kind of man is this in the world!"
"Shut up!" Zhou Jianjun was finally enraged by her shameless attitude. His face turned ashen. "I'll say it again, the child isn't mine! Because I'm fucking infertile!"
Upon hearing this, everyone around was stunned. The doctor then said, "But it really is a child..."
He suddenly realized something halfway through his sentence and immediately shut up.
"I have azoospermia! Do you understand?! He Xiaoman, there's a limit to shamelessness! Do you even have any shame left?!"
All of He Xiaoman's cries, all her explanations, and all her expressions froze on her face in an instant.
She was completely stunned.
How... is that possible?
Zhou Jianjun...can't have children?
Zhou Jianjun's chest heaved violently. He had shouted out the greatest humiliation and secret of his life in front of so many people, and he felt dizzy.
He never wanted to look at the woman in the hospital bed again; that face he once loved now only made him feel utterly disgusted.
Zhou Jianjun suddenly turned around, strode out of the ward without looking back.
"Bang!" He slammed the door heavily against the frame, causing dust to fall from the wall and startling the doctor next to him.
After realizing what had happened, He Xiaoman broke down and began to curse loudly: "Zhou Jianjun, you piece of trash! You're not a man! Why did you marry me if you can't have children! You heartless bastard! My life is ruined by you, I'll haunt you even as a ghost!"
Chief Le had been standing to the side with his hands behind his back, but only now did he slowly walk to the bedside.
He frowned as he looked at the distraught He Xiaoman and listened to her vicious words: "Comrade He Xiaoman, now, shouldn't you tell the truth?"
She went crazy, suddenly sitting up in bed, ignoring the excruciating pain in her lower body, and lunged at Jiang Wanqiu who was standing beside her.
Seeing this, the guard standing nearby quickly pushed the woman back onto the bed.
"It's her! It's all because of her!" He Xiaoman roared as she struggled violently. "If it weren't for her! If she hadn't insisted on making trouble for me! How could I have become like this! I wouldn't have! It's all your fault! Jiang Wanqiu, you jinx! You deserve to die a horrible death!"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Wanqiu slowly took two steps forward, a cold, mocking smile playing on her lips: "You're the one who's confused, unable to judge people, colluding with others to do shady things behind the scenes. Now that your deeds have been exposed, you want to throw the blame on me? He Xiaoman, you've done wrong, and you'll have to pay for it sooner or later. What does this have to do with me?"
Jiang Wanqiu stared at He Xiaoman, whose face was contorted in pain: "You think this is the end? I won't let this go so easily."
Like a wild beast driven to the brink, He Xiaoman screamed hysterically, "What else do you want! If you have the guts, just shoot me dead! Come on!"
Jiang Wanqiu glanced at her indifferently: "Do you think I don't want to?"
A simple rhetorical question sent chills down He Xiaoman's spine.
With the gun almost pressed against her forehead, and knowing she was really going to die, she suddenly came to her senses and began to feel fear.
At the door of the ward, a figure had been peeking around for quite some time.
Hearing the commotion, Jiang Wanxia had already run over and watched the whole thing from behind the door.
However, when she saw Jiang Wanqiu standing there unharmed, a fleeting look of undisguised disappointment flashed across Jiang Wanxia's eyes.
That He Xiaoman is really stupid and wicked; she can't even get anything done properly!
Seeing Jiang Wanqiu come out of the ward, she immediately put on a concerned expression and went up to her. She first patted Jiang Wanqiu's shoulder insincerely: "Oh dear, sister, you don't look well. What happened? You must take care of yourself. It's not worth getting angry and hurting your health over someone like that!"
After saying that, her eyes swept over Gu Feiyan beside her, and then she said sarcastically, "Sister, you too, such a big thing happened, and our Staff Officer Gu was so worried. Staff Officer Gu really cares about you, running around doing everything for you. I think he cares about you more than your own man."
The meaning behind those words was clear to everyone around.
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