Chapter 114: Almost Died
That was his and Lin Wanqing's child! It was the key to wealth and glory!
Now it's all ruined by Yang Aihua.
In an instant, a huge hatred and despair occupied Zhang Guodong's entire mind, and he reached out to Yang Aihua.
The big hand tightly gripped Yang Aihua's neck, and the strength gradually increased.
"Give me back my son's life!"
At this moment, Zhang Guodong had lost all his rationality. There was only one thought in his mind, which was to avenge his son!
Yang Aihua opened her mouth as wide as she could and tried to pry Zhang Guodong's fingers apart. She looked at Zhang Ma and looked at her for help.
She could only whimper and make weak sounds.
"Son, let go!" After Zhang's mother came to her senses, she quickly pulled Zhang Guodong's arms and hands, "You can't kill people!"
This is her only son. If something happens to him, who will take care of her when she is old?
"Let go! Let go!"
Seeing that Zhang Guodong was already blood-thirsty and wouldn't listen to anyone, Mother Zhang looked around in panic and saw a stool nearby. She raised her hand and smashed it towards Zhang Guodong's head.
A sudden pain came, making Zhang Guodong's head buzz. He swayed and turned to look at Zhang Ma, his eyes no longer focused.
Then he fell down and landed on the ground with his arms and legs spread out.
Mother Zhang was so frightened that she quickly dropped the bench in her hand and asked, "Hey, son, are you okay?"
Yang Aihua covered her neck and gasped for breath. At that moment, she really thought she was going to die.
She glanced at Zhang Guodong who was lying on the ground, and hatred rose in her heart.
"He just fainted." Yang Aihua rubbed her neck and said in a hoarse voice: "He should be fine, don't worry."
Tears streamed down Zhang Ma's face. She turned around and yelled at Yang Aihua, "What do you mean it's okay? Look! The person has fainted!"
"If I wasn't afraid that my son would have to pay for his murder, I should have let him strangle you to death!"
Originally, Yang Aihua wanted to say thank you to Zhang Ma, but now there was no need to do so.
Yang Aihua coughed, cleared her throat, and said, "If Zhang Guodong knew that it was you who forced his son to hang himself, do you think Zhang Guodong would hate you too?"
"What nonsense are you talking about! How could I force Zhijie to hang himself? It was obviously you. You didn't agree to return the house to us, so he hanged himself to scare you out of my anger!"
Mother Zhang changed her story because she wanted to get herself out of the matter. In particular, she absolutely could not let Zhang Guodong know about it, otherwise how would he and his mother get along in the future?
"I advise you not to talk nonsense!" Aunt Zhang pointed at Yang Aihua and warned.
Yang Aihua snorted and glanced at Zhang Guodong who was lying on the ground. He had already opened his eyes faintly.
Yang Aihua deliberately let him hear the conversation just now.
Zhang Guodong slowly turned towards Zhang Ma and asked, "Mom, what happened to Zhijie? Tell me the truth, I won't blame you."
"How would I know?" Aunt Zhang looked at Yang Aihua guiltily.
Yang Aihua looked at her coldly, with a threat clearly in her eyes. If she didn't confess today, it would be absolutely impossible!
Instead of letting Yang Aihua exaggerate and throw dirty water on her, it would be better for her to take the initiative.
Mother Zhang stood up and looked around carefully, then quickly closed the door and windows, sat down next to Zhang Guodong, and began to cry with her hand covering her mouth.
"Son, you can't blame me! I really didn't expect Zhijie to die! This is all Lin Wanqing's fault!"
"Lin Wanqing won't let Zhijie and me into the Lin Mansion. We have nowhere to go, so we can only come back here and fight with Yang Aihua for a house!"
Aunt Zhang looked at Yang Aihua again and sobbed, "I took Zhijie with me, hoping to scare her by hanging herself, but she wasn't afraid at all. And then, Zhijie accidentally hanged himself to death."
"Just like that, he died like that..." Zhang Guodong felt like he was listening to a joke. "Don't you think it's funny?"
"You guys gave a living person away like this..."
At the end, Zhang Guodong couldn't continue speaking. He fell to the ground and pounded the ground with his fists, "That's my son."
Yang Aihua stood aside coldly throughout the whole process and said nothing.
She believed that Zhang Guodong was heartbroken at this moment because he learned that his son died at the hands of his mother.
But if you really love him that much, why don't you keep him by your side and take care of him personally?
Hadn't she and Zhang Ma been taking care of Zhang Zhijie all this time? Had he, as a father, ever really cared about him?
Men are all like this. They just hold, kiss and lift their children up when they have nothing to do. But if you really ask them to take care of the children's eating, drinking, defecating, urinating, putting them to sleep and changing diapers, they will quit long ago.
It's ridiculous. You still have the nerve to cry.
Mrs. Zhang then explained how she buried the body, called the police, and how the body was eventually lost.
Zhang Guodong, lying on the ground, was obviously out of his mind. He had only stayed in the mental hospital for a few days, but so many things happened.
"I think you are the ones who are really sick."
Zhang Guodong was exhausted and didn't even want to look at them.
"Zhang Zhijie was so young, and you, you let him hang himself to scare people! In the end, he really did hang himself to death! If you had just paid more attention to the child, he wouldn't have died!"
The rage he had just felt faded away, leaving Zhang Guodong feeling helpless.
How could he accept that his own mother accidentally killed his own son?
Should I blame myself? That would be unfilial, but I can't just let it go like this, right?
In the end, he could only look at Yang Aihua viciously.
Yang Aihua was a person who had no blood relationship with him, so he could only vent his hatred on her.
Yang Aihua's eyes met his, and she took a step back, looking at him warily.
"Guodong, I know Zhijie is dead and you're sad, but what does this have to do with me? It was your mother who put the rope around him and kicked the stool! I didn't get involved in anything!"
Zhang Guodong seemed to have aged ten years in an instant. He said weakly, "But you watched him die."
Haha, Yang Aihua sneered in her heart. Sure enough, she was the one who took the blame in the end, so don’t blame her for being rude.
After swearing secretly, Yang Aihua fell to her knees on the ground with a thud.
"I'm sorry, Guodong, I'm sorry! I know it's my fault, but just because we've been together for a while, please forgive me! I'll serve you well from now on, and we can remarry and live a good life together, okay?"
"I will definitely give birth to a big fat boy for you! No, several!"
Yang Aihua raised her tear-stained face and looked at Zhang Guodong pitifully.
What Zhang Guodong couldn't stand the most before was her behavior. She could always easily make Zhang Guodong soft-hearted.
There's no way, Zhang Guodong is such a lustful man.
Zhang Guodong turned his head away and said nothing.
It is impossible to forgive her so easily, but his behavior shows his attitude, and it depends on her performance in the future.
Yang Aihua pretended to be happy, burst into laughter, and quickly stood up, "I, I'll go pack your luggage and cook for you!"
The luggage he brought back from the mental hospital was still thrown on the ground. Yang Aihua pretended to pack his luggage and began to look for what she wanted.
The medicine the doctor prescribed for Zhang Guodong is right there.
Yang Aihua quietly took it out and held it in her hand.
Zhang Guodong was not sick, so he naturally wouldn't eat after returning home.
Yang Aihua put the medicine into her pocket.
She was about to start drugging Zhang Ma.
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