Chapter 104 I Hate You So Much
"I don't believe it!" Wen Zhiming strode forward, reaching out to pull Meng Lingge, but pulled back just before his fingers touched Meng Lingge's sleeve.
He was too dirty; he was afraid his wife wouldn't like it.
"My wife, don't scare me. You promised you wouldn't leave me, you said it. You are my wife, and you will always be my wife..."
It was summer, and the wind blew through the courtyard, carrying the fragrance of flowers and the pungent smell of swill on Wen Zhiming's clothes, making one feel dizzy.
Meng Lingge took a step back, feigning disgust.
"I did say I wouldn't leave you, but you also said you wouldn't let anyone bully me. But yesterday, when the officials came and took my father, mother, and me away, you couldn't do anything. You can't protect me, you can't protect anyone, and you can't keep your promises, so why should I be allowed to stay with you?"
"No, it's not like that. My third brother knocked me unconscious. My wife, I can protect you, I promise I will. Please give me another chance, okay? Don't leave me, okay..."
Wen Zhiming's voice was tinged with sobs. He hadn't eaten or drunk anything for a long time and had been bullied all the way here. He thought everything would get better when he got here, but he never expected that the greatest harm would await him.
The most unacceptable harm to him.
He looked at Meng Lingge helplessly, hoping that it was all fake, that his wife was just trying to scare him.
But Meng Lingge's extremely cold voice continued.
"Stop deceiving yourself. You are no longer the illustrious and powerful Prince Wen. Without the protection of Prince Anshun and his wife, you are nothing. You have no wealth, no power, and all you have behind you are your parents who have committed serious crimes. What do you have to offer to keep me here? Why should I give you a chance?"
Wen Zhiming squatted down, his wet clothes sticking together, and he covered his head in pain.
The most painful truth is the realization that he was powerless to protect his wife, causing him unbearable pain.
"Stop talking, my wife, please stop. Don't leave me. Father and Mother are gone, I only have you left, my wife, I only have you left, please don't leave me..."
Seeing Wen Zhiming's expression break down, Meng Lingge immediately looked at Su Leran behind her, and Su Leran nodded heavily at her.
Meng Lingge had no more distracting thoughts. With a hardened heart, she closed her eyes and coldly said, "You're just a piece of trash. If it weren't for your status as the young master, how could I have ever even looked at you? You can't even take care of yourself, yet you have the nerve to protect me. The months I spent with you were like taking care of a child; it was exhausting. Fortunately, the Emperor has now granted me a divorce, and I no longer have to suffer like this. I'm finally rid of this troublesome person."
Wen Zhiming suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face turning pale.
He stared straight at Meng Lingge and said, "My wife thinks I'm a nuisance? You actually despise me so much, you look down on me, and you'd be happy to leave me, wouldn't you? Answer me! Look at me and answer me!"
He clutched his abdomen in pain, his bloodshot eyes gazing at Meng Lingge with a last glimmer of hope.
Wen Zhiming's expression and tone were different from usual when he said this; he seemed to have become more clear-headed and sharp.
Meng Lingge was secretly delighted. After suppressing her emotions, she looked steadily at Wen Zhiming and said seriously, "Yes! I despise you, I loathe you. You can't do anything, you can't protect anyone. I can't stand a man like you! Look at you, you're like a beggar on the street. It's perfectly normal for me to leave you. This is the last time we meet. Don't bother me anymore, and I will never see you again!"
"I know, stop talking, I hate you... You said you would never leave me, you lied to me, I hate you..."
Wen Zhiming clutched his chest, writhing in pain as he collapsed to the ground.
With bloodshot eyes, he finished speaking word by word and then crawled forcefully toward the door.
He crawled forward, spitting out a mouthful of blood with each step. The filthy swill beneath him mingled with the bright red blood, forming a shocking, dark, long trail.
Meng Lingge felt an unbearable pain in her heart and wanted to rush over to comfort her, but she was afraid that all her efforts today would be in vain. Fortunately, Su Leran quickly stood up and followed Wen Zhiming.
But Su Leran didn't take care of Wen Zhiming at all; she was just searching for something in the blood that Wen Zhiming vomited.
At this moment, Wen Zhiming had already climbed to the door. Suddenly, he let out a scream and then spat out a mouthful of blood onto the threshold. In the pool of blood, a dark brown worm was writhing. Su Leran reacted quickly, took out a pair of clips and a small box from her sleeve, caught the worm, put it in the box, and locked it up.
Meng Lingge could no longer contain herself and rushed forward to hug Wen Zhiming, then turned to ask Su Leran.
"How was it? Did it work?"
Su Leran nodded and said, "We succeeded. This is the Gu worm. We forced it out."
"That's wonderful. My husband, you're alright." Meng Lingge cried tears of joy, looking at Wen Zhiming and saying, "You're alright, my husband. From now on, you're a normal person. You can do whatever you want..."
Unfortunately, Wen Zhiming was already nearly unconscious and couldn't hear what she was saying.
Wen Zhiming's eyes, which had once shone like stars, were now filled with despair. The last words he uttered before his eyes closed were still: "You lied to me, I hate you so much."
Meng Lingge watched him close his eyes, his face deathly pale. Overwhelmed with fear and panic, she gently shook Wen Zhiming with trembling hands.
"No, my husband, don't die, please wake up. You can hate me if you want..."
Su Leran checked Wen Zhiming's pulse, then pried open his eyelids to look at him, before taking out a pill from her bosom and putting it into Wen Zhiming's mouth.
"Don't worry, he's not dead." Su Leran took out a handkerchief to wipe Meng Lingge's tears and explained, "A normal person would not be able to withstand vomiting so much blood, let alone this Gu worm that has been with Prince Wen for more than ten years. Although it has been driven out, it must have caused some damage to Prince Wen's body. I just gave him a pill to help him recover faster. As for whether it has caused any other illnesses, we will have to observe him for a few days to know."
Upon hearing that Wen Zhiming was still alive, Meng Lingge regained some of her senses, hugged Wen Zhiming in her arms, and carefully wiped the bloodstains and dirt off his face.
“Leave your brother to me.” Wen Kehao jumped down from the roof, his face unusually patient. “It’s not convenient for you to take care of him right now. If someone finds out, it will be bad for both of you. Once your brother is feeling better, I will arrange for you to meet.”
He had been watching from the shadows the whole time, and seeing how deep and reluctant his elder brother's feelings were for Meng Lingge, he was no longer as sad as before.
Meng Lingge was very reluctant to part with him, but she knew that Wen Kehao was right.
The Emperor has sent people to keep an eye on them. If the Emperor finds out that she is with Wen Zhiming, he will definitely not let them off the hook.
Wen Zhiming is so weak now; if he is targeted by the Emperor again, he will surely die.
She had no choice but to hand Wen Zhiming over to Wen Kehao.
"Please, please. Change his clothes as soon as possible. He doesn't seem to have eaten much. After he's rested, don't give him anything greasy. Give him some porridge. Also, his leg seems to be injured, remember to apply medicine to it..."
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