Chapter 391: Was it him who called the police?
Doudou was in her arms, no longer crying or making a fuss. She was grabbing her hair and playing with it, innocent and carefree, not even aware of what had just happened.
Su Man subconsciously tensed her body and held Doudou tightly.
The car passed the alley, but did not continue into it. Instead, it drove straight through the alley entrance at the street.
The backseat window was halfway down.
A familiar cold profile then came into Su Man's sight.
Xiao Beisheng.
It was June and he was wearing a loose black leather coat.
The shiny black leather glows with a cold light.
He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his tall and straight nose, and his thin lips were tightly pursed.
The bright car lights shone on the wall of the alley and onto his body. At that moment, it was as if God had illuminated his deep facial features. Between the flickering lights, his eyebrows and eyes were handsome and compelling.
Especially that inappropriate outfit, which makes him look a bit pretentious.
But Su Man knew that he had just recovered from a serious injury and was in poor health, so he needed to be well taken care of.
Su Man stared at him straight, her eyes never moving away.
At a certain moment, he also raised his head and looked out the window.
Their eyes met.
His eyes were indifferent, and the dark bottom of his eyes was deep and complex, like the vast and quiet deep sea. There were many things hidden in the deep sea, but the surface of the sea was calm and peaceful.
Su Man's eyes are easy to guess.
She had her emotions written all over her face:
When did he come back to Haicheng?
Have you recovered enough to be discharged from the hospital?
Is the call to the police tonight related to him?
The alley entrance is very short.
Xiao Beisheng's car quickly slid past the entrance of the alley and disappeared from Su Man's sight.
The car lights gradually faded away, heading towards "Manyuan".
It seemed as if they just happened to meet and exchanged glances.
Su Man returned to the house and couldn't help but look at the attic of another "Man Garden" not far away.
The window of Xiao Beisheng's master bedroom was directly facing Su Man's house.
Will he be the one to call the police tonight?
"Miss...are you seriously injured anywhere? Should we go to the hospital for a checkup and some X-rays to put your mind at ease?"
Chen Ma appeared behind Su Man.
Su Man turned around and pulled the corner of her mouth, "If you didn't say it, I wouldn't feel any pain. Now that you mentioned it, I suddenly feel pain all over my body."
Su Man seemed to be the same as before, still the little girl who loved to act coquettishly in front of Chen Ma.
But when Chen Ma stepped forward and wanted to help her carry Dou Dou away and share her weight, Su Man took a step back cautiously and avoided Chen Ma.
"Then let's really go to the hospital, shall we? I saw on the news before that someone fell from a building and seemed fine at the time, but turned out to have a blood clot in their brain. A few days later, they..."
Mother Chen looked worried, and her concern for Su Man didn't seem fake at all.
The more this happened, the sadder Su Man felt.
Su Man asked: "Mother Chen, why is the surveillance camera at home broken?"
"This... I don't know. I didn't notice it at first. It was because I was in the kitchen today and I had to check on the soup and couldn't leave, so I wanted to use my phone to check on Doudou, and I found that the surveillance footage showed something unusual."
"Then why didn't you tell me?"
"I wanted to tell you in person when you came back, but you were out all day, and I was so busy when you got home that I forgot about it... My wife came during dinner..."
There is no loophole in the logic of Chen Ma's words.
"Just now, my aunt said that I had postpartum depression in front of the police. Why didn't you help me refute it?" Su Man couldn't help but ask again.
Aunt Chen hesitated, like a child who had done something wrong: "After all, my wife has been my boss for so many years. When I see her, I don't dare to resist her for no reason...Miss, are you blaming me?"
Suman didn't answer.
"Miss, Aunt Chen is wrong."
Su Man walked into the house as if she didn't hear anything.
Aunt Chen followed her anxiously.
Although Doudou is less than one year old, his weight is increasing day by day. If Suman holds him for a little longer, her arms will feel sore and tired.
She fell down the stairs tonight and all her joints were in great pain. Now, holding Doudou with weight on her shoulders, she felt like her shoulders were about to dislocate.
Suman returned to the living room and placed Doudou in the crib next to the living room.
Holding the painful spot on his waist, he bent down with difficulty to check if there were any undiscovered injuries on Doudou's body.
"Miss, don't just focus on the young master, take care of yourself too. Even if you don't go to the hospital, you should at least apply some medicine." Aunt Chen came behind Su Man at some point and advised her earnestly.
Su Man looked up and saw Aunt Chen holding a medicine box in her hand, her face full of worry.
Just like many times before.
Su Man was beaten, scolded, and punished by Shen Qing. She was thrown into the room with bruises all over her body. Shen Qing left her and left. Her uncle did not dare to ask about Su Man because he had to see Shen Qing's face. The servants came and went around her, and no one cared about her life or death.
At this time, only Chen Ma would appear, help Su Man back to bed and take good care of her.
Seeing that Su Man was injured, he used the medicinal wine for bruises and sprains made in his hometown to apply medicine to Su Man.
Chen Ma thought Su Man didn't want to see her, so she put the medicine box on the coffee table next to her and said, "I'll help you put out the medicinal wine. Remember to wipe it yourself later."
"Please help me wipe it." Su Man said.
Mother Chen stood there in a daze.
Su Man sat on the sofa and lay down.
"I think I got hit on the back. It hurts a lot. My elbow hurts too."
There was a hint of coquettishness in Su Man's voice.
The indifference and questioning just now seemed to be just an illusion.
Mother Chen was overwhelmed with emotions. She deftly unscrewed the bottle of medicinal wine, slowly lifted up Su Man's clothes, and helped her apply the medicine.
"Does it hurt here? It's all purple...Miss, listen to Auntie Chen. Rest up tonight and go see a doctor tomorrow. Maybe take an X-ray. That way Auntie Chen can be relieved."
Mother Chen's voice was choked.
She was really heartbroken.
Su Man lay quietly on the sofa and suddenly said, "When was the last time you applied medicine to me like this?"
"What?" Mother Chen didn't react.
Su Man recalled to herself, "It seems like... Auntie wanted me to accompany a real estate developer. At the party, the real estate developer made advances on me, but I dodged him. I left him alone for the whole night, and when I got home, Auntie punished me by making me kneel in the study and whipping me... It was the same thing that time. Auntie Chen, please help me apply the medicine."
"Yes, Madam, you were really cruel. How could you beat up this delicate little girl you raised? The wounds were so raw and fleshy that I couldn't bear to see them. How could Madam be so willing to do that?"
Su Man pulled up a bitter smile.
He rambled on and on, talking about a lot of things from his childhood:
"I remember when I was a kid, it was 20 degrees below zero on a snowy day. I caught a cold when I got home from school, but my aunt still insisted that I go to piano and golf lessons in the heavy snow. I fell ill when I got home that time. When my aunt found out, she immediately suspected I was faking. She came to see me and found out I had a high fever. Only then did she allow me to take leave and rest at home.
"That time I lay in bed with a fever for three days and three nights. I was completely confused and didn't remember anything. The only thing I remember was that no one cared about me. My aunt was busy every day, and I didn't know where my uncle had gone. One time I was very thirsty, so thirsty that my throat ached, as if there was a thorn stuck in my throat. The thirst made me feel uncomfortable all over, my consciousness was clear and blurry at times, and I was almost unable to breathe. At that time, I thought to myself, it's over, I didn't die of the fever, but died of thirst first. But I also found it funny that I actually died of thirst."
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