During the 26-hour hard seat journey to Yancheng, he was not without expectations in his heart - he wanted to see his biological father whom he had never met.
For a whole year, he moved from one odd job to another in the bustling metropolis of Yancheng, spending countless late nights ruminating on his own life, his mother's life, and his sister's life.
When, at Ye Ya's invitation, he cautiously stepped into that luxurious mansion for the first and umpteenth time, the seeds of twisted hatred in Wang Lin's heart began to grow wildly.
The tangled roots dug deep into his heart, sucking the blood from his flesh and the hatred in his heart, until they turned into towering trees, completely blocking out his remaining conscience.
Why?
How come you can live in such a nice house, even marry a second wife, and live a glamorous life?
And my mother could only wait year after year because of your half-hearted talk, and finally hanged herself with a hemp rope from the beam of the house?
Why did I have to be beaten since I was a child, drop out of junior high school, be covered in dirt, lose my sister and then my mother?
Why?
——For this unfair fate, I will make you pay with your life first!
However, Wang Lin was still young after all, and he didn't know how to take action to kill someone without leaving any trace.
Especially this person, he can't get in touch with him.
Until Ye Ya handed the knife to him personally.
God knows, at that moment, Wang Lin’s heart was trembling.
He can finally send Zhou Huarong on his way!
After listening to Wang Lin's statement, Zhou Huarong's voice changed, and tears filled his eyes as he asked, "So, so you are my biological son?"
"I'm not!" Wang Lin was furious, crying and laughing. "Why aren't you dead? How are you still alive? Even poison can't kill you, but a hemp rope can kill my mother?!"
He breathed rapidly, his chest feeling like a bellows, as if he was about to pass out.
When no one noticed, Wang Lin used all his strength to break free from the bodyguard's shackles.
He then hit the bodyguard with a heavy elbow. The latter did not expect that he could burst out with such strength and staggered back half a step.
Then, Wang Lin took out a dagger from his trouser pocket and rushed forward!
In an instant, everyone in the ward was stunned. No one expected that he was carrying a knife!
When faced with a sudden crisis, ordinary people who have not received special training are unable to react at all, just like Zhou Huarong at this moment.
The sharp blade was getting closer and bigger in his eyes. Zhou Huarong opened his mouth slightly and forgot to dodge!
Xie Yun's pupils shrank slightly, and he took a step forward to stop him, but it was too late.
Half of the dagger had already penetrated Zhou Huarong's chest!
Zhou Yucheng was completely dumbfounded, so shocked by the sudden change that he forgot how to react!
Zhou Huarong had blood oozing from the corners of his mouth and a look of pain on his face. He grabbed Wang Lin's wrist with his hand.
Wang Lin was in tears and gripped the knife handle tightly, but he could not go deeper even half an inch.
After all, poisoning and killing someone with a dagger are two completely different feelings.
It was his first time, and the person he was with was his own father, so it was very difficult for him to overcome the psychological barriers.
Bitter and salty tears seeped into the corners of his mouth, and Wang Lin sobbed, "Why don't you just die? Why don't you just die!"
The bodyguard had already arrived behind Wang Lin, held him tightly, and dragged him back a few meters.
After Zhou Huarong was poisoned, he was already weak and suffered a severe blow. His consciousness became unclear almost instantly.
His lips moved, as if he wanted to say something to Wang Lin in front of him.
But in the end, he failed. His head tilted and he lost consciousness.
Zhou Yucheng seemed to wake up from a dream, and then he rushed over to open the door of the ward and shouted: "Someone come, doctor, doctor!"
Ye Ya was trembling, her face was even paler than the white paint on the cement wall. She supported herself on the ground with her hands covered in cold sweat, trying to get up.
Her legs were trembling, and before she could fully recover to stand, she was frightened by several policemen who rushed into the ward and sat down again.
"Police!" The square-faced policeman in the lead took out his police ID and saw Zhou Huarong and Wang Lin lying on the hospital beds. His expression froze for a few seconds and he couldn't understand what was going on.
He quickly realized what was going on and cleared his throat, "Who are Ye Ya and Wang Lin?"
Wang Lin suddenly turned his head, and his whole face looked like it had been washed with water, because he was sweating too much.
The square-faced police officer said, "You are suspected of intentional injury. The suspects Ye Ya and Wang Lin are hereby arrested in accordance with the law."
"Boss." A young policeman behind him tugged at his uniform and said hesitantly, "It seems like there were two incidents now."
Square-faced policeman: "..."
He didn't expect that when he went to the police station, he would come across another crime scene.
At this time, the medical staff called by Zhou Yucheng also arrived. When they saw that Zhou Huarong had half a knife stuck in his heart, they almost fainted.
Who can tell them how a healthy patient could have a knife in his chest out of nowhere?
Are the murderers nowadays so bold that they would go straight to the hospital to commit the crime?
However, now is not the time to watch the show. The well-trained medical staff came forward, pushed Zhou Huarong's bed out of the ward, and then pushed it all the way into the operating room.
Wang Lin's pupils were gray and his eyes were scattered. He cooperated with the police and allowed his hands to be handcuffed.
It seemed that he had no intention of resisting or struggling at all, and rather seemed to be completely disheartened.
Wang Lin and Ye Ya were escorted away by the police, while Zhou Yucheng and Zhou Shi followed Zhou Huarong's bed.
An Meng looked at the backs of the group of people walking away and couldn't help sighing.
[Speaking of which, Wang Lin is also a pitiful man. We pity his misfortune and are angry at his lack of fighting spirit.]
Who should be blamed for this tragedy?
Should we blame Zhou Huarong for speaking without thinking, or Yang Liyun for being too foolish and naive, or Wang Lin for being too distorted and extreme?
Xie Yun glanced at An Meng calmly and walked to her side: "Aren't you going back to rest?"
An Meng looked around the ward, which had seemed a little crowded earlier but was now empty, and said, "I feel okay now."
After all, I took Xiaogui home last night and even managed to catch up on some sleep this morning.
She stared at the dark circles under Xie Yun's eyes and jokingly said, "I think you need more rest."
"Oh, right," An Meng finished speaking, then suddenly slapped her head in frustration, "I forgot one thing!"
Xie Yun chuckled and said jokingly, "Looks like I can't rest now."
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