Chapter 229 The Widow
Zhang Chunxue said expressionlessly, "It's in the morgue. Go there yourself..."
"Oh, right!" she called out to Meng Wanshu again, "You're his wife, so do you want to claim the body?"
Meng Wanshu's tone became agitated again: "What are you talking about! How could I possibly claim a corpse! What would I do with him! That bastard, I wish I could tear him to pieces!"
She was telling the truth. Zhong Chengren stole all her money, took her gold bracelet, and indirectly caused her to lose her job. She hated Zhong Chengren to death.
Zhang Chunxue nodded slightly: "Alright, since you don't want it either, I'll have someone come and take his body back to Zhongjia Village for burial tomorrow."
Meng Wanshu was still very agitated: "A beast like him should be left to rot in the wilderness! To be eaten by wild dogs! To be pecked at by birds..."
Her hysterical curses echoed in the night wind, her eyes almost distorted.
Zhang Chunxue looked at her quietly until her voice became hoarse before slowly speaking: "So, do you still want to go see him?"
Meng Wanshu's cursing stopped abruptly.
She glared at Zhang Chunxue resentfully, then turned and walked into the hospital.
After finding out the direction of the morgue, Meng Wanshu headed towards it.
She staggered, but stopped abruptly at the morgue door, gripping the doorframe tightly until her knuckles turned white.
A cold wind blew in through the crack in the door, making her hair disheveled, and her trembling hands ultimately failed to push open the iron door.
A moment later, she suddenly squatted down, buried her head in her hands, and sobbed softly, like a wounded, lonely beast.
There was no mourning in the cries, only despair and resentment after being repeatedly crushed by fate.
"Zhong Chengren, you bastard! How could you do this to me! How could you do this to me!"
She was crying and cursing at the entrance of the morgue.
The young man who had startled her by appearing upside down from a tree in front of her was now lying in the morgue just a door away.
But Meng Wanshu didn't have the courage to push open that door. She was afraid that once she saw his cold, pale face, she would forget her hatred and only feel pain.
"You bastard! I'm already pregnant with your child!"
"You're dead! What will I do then?!"
"What should I do?!"
Her fingers slowly loosened the iron gate, her nails leaving shallow marks on the frame, just like all the thoughts she had carved into him, ultimately in vain.
She burst into tears.
After an unknown amount of time, she slowly rose and whispered into the darkness, "Zhong Chengren, in the next life... let's not meet again in the next life."
She turned and disappeared at the end of the dark corridor.
As the night deepened, the lights in the hospital corridor flickered, casting swaying shadows on the walls like ghosts.
Inside the morgue, Zhong Chengren lay on the cold iron bed, his face already pale, one arm hanging limply over the edge of the bed.
The sycamore leaves outside the window rustled softly, as if someone were whispering.
Footsteps echoed from the end of the corridor, fading into the silence.
The iron gate, which remained unopened, stood silently in the cold night, as if sealing away a past that could never be recovered.
Meng Wanshu did not leave the hospital; instead, she went to the gynecology department.
"Hello, comrade..."
"I want an abortion."
After leaving the hospital, Song Xingzhi and his group first took Zhang Chunxue and Zhou Mingli home.
Song Yanshen did not go to the hospital, but instead stayed home to learn to write.
Zhang Chunxue considered several factors at the time. First, there wasn't enough room in the tricycle; second, the police said Zhong Chengren's condition was very serious when they arrived. Therefore, Zhang Chunxue did not let Song Xingzhi go.
After all, Song Yanshen and Zhong Chengren had nothing but enmity, so there was no need for him to go to the hospital with them.
Song Yanshen sat at the table, writing the word "Mom" stroke by stroke. This was what Zhong Xiaoxiao had taught him that morning.
He spent an afternoon and an evening writing, and it was only then that he managed to write those few words properly.
His mother has promised him that she will let him learn to speak properly, and once he can speak fluently, she will send him to school.
Just then, he heard the sound of a door opening outside.
Song Yanshen immediately put down his pen and skipped out of the room.
Sure enough, Mom and my older sister came back.
"How... is it?" Song Yanshen asked with some difficulty.
Zhang Chunxue patted his head: "Yes, he was seriously injured and died from severe inflammation."
Song Yanshen's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but reach out and hold Zhang Chunxue's hand: "Mom...I'm not...sad."
Zhang Chunxue smiled and said, "Don't worry, Xiao Shen, I'm not sad at all."
"I could shed a couple of tears for Zhong Chengyi when he died, but I can only say that it was a good thing Zhong Chengren died!"
Seeing that Zhang Chunxue wasn't overly sad, Song Yanshen finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Zhang Chunxue seemed relieved: "Zhong Chengren is dead. Once his funeral is over, we can resume our business."
Song Yanshen nodded, clutching Zhang Chunxue's clothes, his gaze falling on her tired yet relaxed brows.
"It will be... better in the future," he mumbled.
Zhang Chunxue smiled brightly: "Yes, it will be even better in the future!"
When Song Xingzhi arrived at Zhong Aiguo's house, Zhong Aiguo and the others were already preparing to lie down.
Upon hearing Song Xingzhi's voice, Zhong Aiguo's heart skipped a beat.
At this hour, Song Xingzhi still came to find him. Could something have happened?
He quickly got up and opened the door, his expression changing slightly: "What happened so late?"
Song Xingzhi's expression was solemn as he whispered, "Zhong Chengren is dead."
Zhong Aiguo was jolted, and his hand gripping the door frame tightened abruptly.
The dim light inside made his face appear even paler: "Dead...how did he die?"
He still found it somewhat unbelievable.
Zhong Chengren died just like that?
These past two days he's been worried, afraid that Zhong Chengren will run back to Zhongjia Village.
Who knows what a vicious murderer like him might do?
But now... he's dead?
“Sister Chunxue slashed him in the back with a knife. The wound was very deep. He didn’t dare to go to the hospital, so… the infection became severe,” Song Xingzhi’s voice was even lower. “When the police found him, he was already on the verge of death. They performed surgery for several hours, but they couldn’t save him.”
Zhong Aiguo remained silent for a long time before slowly exhaling a breath of stale air: "This is a blessing from heaven."
He couldn't help but ask again, "Is Chunxue...is she alright?"
Song Xingzhi shook his head: "She has no feelings for Zhong Chengren anymore! I'm just informing you that not only will the mourning shed be rebuilt, but tomorrow we also need to have some people from the Zhong family in the village go to the county to bring Zhong Chengren's body back."
Zhong Aiguo opened his mouth, but finally sighed: "When a person dies, it's like a lamp going out. What needs to be done still needs to be done! He is, after all, a member of the Zhong family, and he really should be laid to rest."
Zhong Aiguo said with a heavy heart, "Guosheng only had three sons... and now two of them are gone... sigh!"
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