Chapter 228 Dust Returns to Dust
Zhang Chunxue remained expressionless, and the doctor could only sigh.
The police officers next to her didn't say anything.
After all, everyone knows that Zhang Chunxue's second son killed her own son, tried to rob her of her money, and had previously attempted murder...
Zhang Chunxue didn't shed a single tear for her son, and they all understood.
Song Xingzhi arrived an hour ago and is currently with Zhang Chunxue.
“Sister Chunxue…” he whispered to comfort her, “Now that he’s dead, at least we don’t have to worry about him anymore.”
Zhang Chunxue stared at the off light above the operating room door, her fingertips trembling slightly, but she still stood ramrod straight.
She slowly closed her eyes, as if to press all the past into a dark box.
“It’s better to die…” her voice was very soft, “It’s like atonement.”
She was talking about Zhong Chengren's past life, but everyone else, including the police officers nearby, thought she was talking about Zhong Chengren killing Zhong Chengyi.
Police station chief Zhao Weiguo looked at Zhang Chunxue, unsure of what to say.
In a short period of time, this woman lost two sons. I can only imagine how heartbroken she must be!
After all, no matter how unruly a son is, he is still flesh of his mother's flesh!
He opened his mouth, but in the end it only turned into a heavy sigh.
The night breeze swept through the corridor, lifting a few strands of hair from Zhang Chunxue's head. Song Xingzhi stood silently beside her.
"Should we take Zhong Chengren's body back?" Zhang Chunxue asked Zhao Weiguo.
Zhao Weiguo nodded immediately: "Now that the person is dead, the case is considered closed. You will indeed have to take the body back yourselves."
Zhang Chunxue pinched the bridge of her nose.
Zhong Chengyi was buried just yesterday, and today we have to deal with the funeral arrangements for another son...
Zhou Mingli, who had been silent all along, seemed to snap out of her daze and looked at Zhong Xiaoxiao, who was also silent.
She licked her slightly dry lips: "Xiaoxiao, it's getting late. Your school should be having evening self-study sessions by now, right?"
Song Xingzhi also looked over: "Xiaoxiao, why don't I take you back to school first?"
Today is Sunday, and Zhong Xiaoxiao should be at school right now.
However, because Zhang Chunxue suddenly learned about Zhong Chengren's whereabouts, they came to the county together.
Zhong Xiaoxiao opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but not knowing what to say, so she could only nod in the end.
Zhang Chunxue patted her shoulder: "Don't overthink things. Just focus on your studies!"
Zhong Xiaoxiao nodded emphatically, holding back the tears in her eyes.
Song Xingzhi then looked at Zhang Chunxue: "Sister Chunxue, wait for me at the hospital for a while. I'll take care of the rest after I've dropped Xiaoxiao off."
Zhang Chunxue nodded silently.
Song Xingzhi led Zhong Xiaoxiao out of the hospital and towards the car parked in the shed. The night was dark, and the streetlights cast long shadows of him.
Zhong Xiaoxiao followed behind him, her footsteps so light they were almost inaudible.
A cool night breeze blew through the window at the end of the corridor, ruffling the stray hairs on her forehead.
She couldn't help but look back at the hospital one last time.
Song Xingzhi got on his bike: "Get on, I'll take you to school!"
Zhong Xiaoxiao gripped the backpack strap tightly and gently stepped onto the back seat.
A flashlight was attached to the handlebars of the bicycle, illuminating the road ahead.
The hospital wasn't too far from the middle school, and Song Xingzhi rode slowly.
A moment later, I heard soft sobbing behind me.
Song Xingzhi didn't say anything, he just rode forward in silence.
When they arrived at the school gate, he stopped the car, looked back at Zhong Xiaoxiao, and said, "Go in, don't be late for evening self-study."
Zhong Xiaoxiao lowered her head, tears still streaming down her face, but she forced herself not to make a sound.
Song Xingzhi's voice was low and deep: "He's not worth your tears."
"I know you're a kind child, but... just pretend you don't have a brother like him!"
“I know,” Zhong Xiaoxiao choked up, “He’s never been good to me, I just… I just…”
Song Xingzhi patted her head: "Be good, listen to your mother, study hard, and don't think about these things!"
Zhong Xiaoxiao nodded heavily before walking into the school.
Song Xingzhi let out a breath and turned back to the hospital.
At this point, it was impossible to find anyone to move Zhong Chengren's body, so Zhong Chengren could only stay in the hospital for another day.
When Song Xingzhi returned to the hospital, he saw Zhang Chunxue chatting with Zhou Mingli. Zhong Yuanyuan, who was in Zhou Mingli's arms, was completely unaware of what was happening and was giggling.
Hearing footsteps, Zhang Chunxue turned around and saw Song Xingzhi. Her expression immediately softened: "I've taken him to school."
"Hmm," Song Xingzhi walked to Zhang Chunxue's side and took her hand. "Director Zhao and the others have left?"
Zhang Chunxue nodded slightly.
Song Xingzhi let out a sigh of relief: "Let's go back first! Let's get a good rest tonight. I'll go back to the village to find Brother Aiguo, and then have the people from Zhongjia Village come to the county to bring Zhong Chengren back..."
Zhang Chunxue simply said softly, "Okay, thank you for your help."
Song Xingzhi's brows furrowed immediately: "Sister Chunxue, why are you telling me this?"
Zhang Chunxue chuckled and hooked her arm around Song Xingzhi's: "Okay, then I won't say anything more."
The night breeze swept through the corridor, bringing with it the rustling of leaves in the distance.
Zhang Chunxue stood up, a smile returning to her face: "Let's go back!"
Zhou Mingli also stood up.
She was actually the one most deeply affected by Zhong Chengren's death.
This man was her ex-husband, the father of the child in her arms, but he had also almost killed her and her child.
She still remembers the panic and despair she felt at the time.
But now, the fear and pain of the past seem to have vanished with the wind, leaving only a silent sense of relief.
The only regret is that Zhong Yuanyuan no longer has a father.
However, before they even reached the hospital entrance, they saw Meng Wanshu rushing over.
Her face showed a range of emotions: breakdown, anger, and resentment.
As soon as she saw Zhang Chunxue, she rushed over.
"Zhong Chengren is dead? Zhong Chengren is dead?"
Her tone was extremely agitated: "Why weren't you notified me sooner? Why?"
She questioned Zhang Chunxue.
Zhang Chunxue's face darkened again: "Why not? Go ask the police station! How would I know!"
Meng Wanshu, however, wouldn't listen at all, and instead spoke nervously: "I'm his wife, why wasn't I notified..."
Actually, the police had notified him, but she wasn't home.
Or rather, after she was fired from the grain and oil station, she gave up the house she had rented with Zhong Chengren and went back to her parents' home.
Although I suffered a lot of disdain at my parents' home, it was still better than starving to death alone outside.
She suddenly looked up at Zhang Chunxue: "Where is Zhong Chengren? Where is he? I want to see him one last time!"
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