Chapter 363 The Orphanage's Lies: The Handsome Flower Boy 63
A tear slid down Lu Jinnian's cheek, which she quickly wiped away, but more tears continued to flow, impossible to stop.
He had never told anyone these things before, and he thought it would be difficult to say them, but when he actually said them, he felt a sense of relief.
Perhaps it was because he was saying this to his mother, and only his mother would feel sorry for him.
Shen Ci parked the car on the side of the road and reached out to pull the boy into her arms.
Lu Jinnian was stiff at first, then slowly relaxed, buried his face in her shoulder, and silently shed tears.
Zhou Weimin abandoned his own son, which could be said to have caused his son's death, but now he has both a son and a daughter and lives a happy life.
Life is unpredictable; bad people are always happy, while good people never live long.
Shen Ci gently patted his back, her eyes cold.
the next day.
In Beijing at the end of December, it gets dark early. By 6 p.m., it was already completely dark, and the snow was still falling.
Zhou Weimin dragged his heavy steps out of the Ministry of Education's gate.
Today's conversation was very unpleasant. The disciplinary inspection team made it clear that he was suspended from all work and sent home to cooperate with the investigation and deeply reflect on his actions until the Wang family's affairs were thoroughly investigated.
Everything that needed to be said has been said, and everything that needed to be explained has been explained. But now this is not just a matter for one unit.
I'm afraid I won't be able to keep my position as deputy section chief.
The situation is even worse for my father-in-law; his retirement benefits may be affected.
Wang Xiuying hasn't spoken to him since yesterday. Her younger brother has been detained, her mother is bedridden, and the whole family is in chaos. Now they're all counting on him, their son-in-law.
The only thing that gave him some comfort was that the children didn't know about these things yet.
Today is Friday. Zihan and Zixuan are both at the Children's Palace for painting lessons. We agreed that I would pick them up at six o'clock.
Zhou Weimin glanced at his watch; it was 6:30. He quickened his pace and headed towards the Children's Palace. His twin children brought him some joy.
The Children's Palace is not far from the Ministry of Education, but you have to walk through two narrow alleys.
There are usually quite a few people here, but today, because of the snow, there are few pedestrians, the streetlights are dim, and snowflakes are swirling in the beams of light.
It's so cold outside, there aren't many people around.
As Zhou Weimin walked into the second alley, he vaguely sensed that something was wrong.
There seemed to be footsteps behind me, and more than one person.
He turned around, and the alley was empty except for a few fresh footprints on the snow.
He reassured himself that he was probably overthinking things; people usually passed by, he thought, and continued walking.
Just as he rounded the corner, a sack fell from the sky and suddenly covered his head.
"Who?! What are you doing—"
Before he could even shout, his voice was muffled by the sack, and fists and sticks rained down on him.
Someone held him down, restricting his movements so he couldn't struggle, and the sticks were specifically used to hit his legs, the sound of bones breaking was very crisp.
"Help, help me!"
The group of people putting the sacks on the bags moved so quickly, making a lot of banging and knocking without anyone saying a word. After about seven or eight minutes, the world finally quieted down.
That was incredibly fast, and that was incredibly professional!
Zhou Weimin lay on the snow, a burlap sack still over his head.
His legs were twisted in a strange position, and he was in excruciating pain all over his body. He wanted to call for help, but he couldn't make a sound.
Snowflakes fell on him, and his body temperature gradually decreased.
He suddenly remembered that snowy night many years ago, the child he had abandoned at the gate of the orphanage; the snow that day seemed even heavier than today's.
In this cold weather, how painful it must be to be frozen in the snow.
It is only when a person is on the verge of death that they experience a revolving lantern. Zhou Weimin wondered if he was about to die, otherwise why would he suddenly think of that bastard child?
His consciousness gradually faded.
Zhou Weimin was discovered by snow-clearing sanitation workers the next morning.
Old Li, a sanitation worker, pushed his cart into the alley and saw a snowman piled up in the corner. He didn't pay any attention at first, but when he got closer, he realized it was a person and was startled. He quickly went to call for help.
When Zhou Weimin was taken to the hospital, he was already unconscious, with a dangerously low body temperature, severe fractures in both legs, and severe frostbite.
He's been frozen for so long, it's a miracle he didn't die.
When the hospital notified her family, Wang Xiuying was being interviewed at school. Upon receiving the call, her mind went blank, and she scattered the things she was holding on the floor.
"Teacher Zhou? Teacher Zhou, what's wrong?"
Her colleague helped her up.
"The hospital, Weimin is in the hospital!"
Wang Xiuying was incoherent; so many things had happened at home that she could barely speak. She grabbed her bag and rushed out.
When she arrived at the hospital, Zhou Weimin had already been taken into the operating room.
In the corridor, the doctor was explaining the situation to Wang Zhenguo, who had rushed over from home.
"Comminuted fractures of the tibia and fibula in both legs, even if the surgery is successful, may leave a disability in the future."
Moreover, the frostbite is severe, and amputation cannot be ruled out.
Wang Zhenguo's vision went black again. He felt that he might as well die for two days first. Too many things had happened at home in the past two days, and he couldn't accept any of them.
He had a smooth and successful life, but things started going wrong when he got old.
Amputation?!
Wang Xiuying rushed over.
"Doctor! How is my husband? Who did it? Have we called the police?"
The doctor sighed.
"I've already called the police."
But last night the snow was heavy, and there were few people in that alley to begin with, so there were no witnesses.
Police said they would do their best to investigate, but there are currently no leads.
The operating room door opened, and a nurse came out to ask the family to sign the consent form. Wang Xiuying looked at the risk warnings on the surgical consent form and was so scared that she could barely hold the pen.
Wang Zhenguo's voice suddenly sounded ten years older.
"Sign it, Xiuying. We can only trust the doctor now."
Wang Xiuying gritted her teeth and signed the papers, tears falling onto the paper and spreading into a blot of ink. What's going on at home? This is such a bad year.
The surgery lasted six hours.
The police took statements during this time, but just as the doctor said, there were no leads, and the only person involved is still in a coma.
Zhou Weimin had nothing on him at the time except his work ID; the burlap sack he was covered with was an ordinary burlap sack.
The police had no choice but to continue their questioning as usual.
"We will increase patrols in that area, and we will notify you if there is any news."
After seeing the police off, Wang Xiuying slumped onto a bench in the corridor.
Overnight, her younger brother was arrested, her father was investigated, and her husband was severely beaten and may become disabled. It felt like the sky had fallen over her family.
Wang Zhenguo sat down next to her. Overnight, this once spirited retired director seemed to have aged ten years.
"Have you offended anyone while you're out here?"
Wang Xiuying shook her head blankly. Had she offended someone?
Zhou Weimin is a smooth talker and a master of scheming; how could he possibly offend people to this extent?
She remembered the whistleblower letters and the photos that had been taken; someone had been watching their home.
It wasn't a spur-of-the-moment decision; it was premeditated.
The feeling of the enemy being in the dark while she was in the light was truly frightening. She grabbed her father's hand, her voice trembling.
"dad……
Did you offend someone when you were in power?
Wang Zhenguo wanted to give her a beating, but if he had offended someone, would he still be alive now? He would have been purged by the time he retired.
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