Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

In the ward of the county hospital, a faint smell of medicine lingered.

At the end of the corridor, Li Baoguo walked very quietly, leading Zhao Shanhe all the way to the door before stopping and turning back to whisper, "It's this room."

Zhao Shanhe didn't say anything, but just glanced inside through the glass in the door.

Li Baoguo raised his hand and gently pushed the door open.

The ward was quiet.

Wang Xiulan was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding an enamel mug in her hand, as if she had just finished feeding the baby water.

Hearing the door open, she first looked up and saw Zhao Shanhe behind Li Baoguo. She was clearly taken aback for a moment, then stood up and said in a very soft voice, "Shanhe, you've come."

Zhao Shanhe hummed in agreement, his gaze already fixed on the bed.

Zhao Xiaoyu leaned against the headboard, her face wrapped in gauze, her forehead also bandaged. She looked much thinner and her face was extremely pale.

She had been looking down, but when she heard Wang Xiulan's words, her shoulders stiffened and her fingers gripped the corner of the blanket tightly, but she still didn't dare to look up.

The room was quiet for a couple of breaths.

Wang Xiulan glanced at Zhao Shanhe, then at Zhao Xiaoyu, and said softly, "You two speak."

After she finished speaking, she turned to look at Li Baoguo again and said, "Let's go, I'll go stand outside for a while."

Li Baoguo nodded, and without saying much, he whispered to Zhao Shanhe, "Your aunt and I are right at the door."

After saying that, the two of them stepped out one after the other, and gently closed the door behind them.

The room became even quieter as soon as the door closed.

Zhao Shanhe stood at the door without immediately moving forward.

Zhao Xiaoyu kept her head down, her fingers gripping the corner of the blanket so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

Neither of them spoke first.

The ward was eerily quiet.

Even the faint, rustling sounds from the thermos seemed amplified.

Zhao Xiaoyu kept her head down, her fingers gripping the corner of the blanket tightly. After a long while, she finally managed to squeeze out a sentence in a hoarse voice:

"...Do you think I deserved it?"

Zhao Shanhe stood by the bed, his expression blank.

He looked at her, his voice very calm:

"You called me here just to ask this?"

Zhao Xiaoyu was stunned.

She seemed surprised by Zhao Shanhe's response; her lips moved slightly, and after a long pause, she managed to squeeze out a trembling voice:

"I……"

Zhao Shanhe ignored her halting words, simply standing there with a cold, unwavering gaze.

"How you've become is your own business."

"It has nothing to do with me."

Zhao Xiaoyu's face turned pale instantly.

As if those words had suddenly drained her of her breath, her eyes reddened instantly, and her voice trembled:

"I'm already like this..."

"You still won't forgive me?"

She spoke more and more urgently, and the suppressed sob in her throat gradually rose to the surface:

Do you even know what kind of person I am now?

"My face is ruined, I've lost my home, and they don't want me anymore..."

"My mother and brother sold me off, and I've lived like this, don't you think it's enough?!"

"Do I really have to marry someone like Zhao Laizi?"

"I'm destined to get worse and worse every day—"

"When will the fire in your heart finally be extinguished?!"

Zhao Shanhe stood there, watching her cry and tremble, but his expression remained unchanged.

When she finished shouting and her voice became hoarse, he spoke softly:

What you're going through right now is your own problem.

"This is a completely different matter from how you treated me back then."

"Just because you suffered or endured hardship doesn't mean I have to forgive you."

Zhao Xiaoyu froze.

She seemed surprised that Zhao Shanhe could remain so cold even after she had said all that.

Her tears fell even harder, her lips trembled, and her voice became incoherent: "But I'm already like this..."

"They've already ruined me like this, what more do you want?"

"Do you only feel relieved when you see me really die?!"

"I acknowledge everything that happened in the past..."

"I'm stupid, I'm blind, I can't tell who's good and who's bad..."

"But now I'm like this, I don't even have a home anymore!"

"My mother doesn't want me, my brother doesn't want me either, they wish they could exchange me for money or food..."

"I don't even have this face anymore!"

As she said this, her fingers gripped the blanket so tightly that her knuckles turned white, and she was trembling all over: "If I go out now, people will avoid me if they even glance at me."

Zhao Shanhe continued:

"You called me here because you wanted to talk about this—"

"You want me to see you in such a miserable state now, so I'll soften my heart and pretend nothing ever happened before—"

He paused, his voice growing colder:

"That's unnecessary."

After Zhao Shanhe finished speaking, he turned to leave.

Zhao Xiaoyu on the bed finally panicked completely, her voice rising sharply, and she cried out:

"What should I do then?!"

"Tell me, what do I do now?!"

"I'm only seventeen!"

"My face is ruined, I have no money, and my family has completely cut ties with me!"

"I don't even have anywhere to go back to now!"

"There's not a single person I can rely on!"

"What should I do?!"

Zhao Shanhe paused. He didn't turn around, stood there for a couple of breaths, and then coldly asked, "What do we do?"

"Didn't you already make your choice?"

"Didn't you resist Zhao Laizi that time?"

"Didn't you pick up a gun and pull the trigger before?"

"The same goes for this time."

"Choose for yourself."

Don't expect anyone to pity you.

"Pity won't save you."

"Your life is now either going to rot away, or you'll climb up on your own—"

"No one will choose for you; you have to choose for yourself."

Zhao Xiaoyu's tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, her voice hoarse, almost forced out from her throat: "Then what are you doing here...?"

"Are you here to laugh at me?"

Zhao Shanhe stood at the doorway, finally turning around to look at her. His face was expressionless, and his voice was cold and flat: "No."

"I only came because of Aunt Wang and Uncle Li."

Zhao Xiaoyu froze. Her already pale face seemed to lose even more color, and her lips moved, but she couldn't utter a word for a long time.

Zhao Shanhe looked at her and continued, "It's not because you're in a bad situation right now."

"It's not because I suddenly figured something out."

"You wanted to see me, and they sent word, so I came here."

"I've said what I needed to say."

"Whether you listen to the rest, and how you live your life, is your own business."

After saying this, Zhao Shanhe didn't stop and reached out to pull the door of the ward.

The door was only halfway open when a very soft voice suddenly came from behind.

"……elder brother."

Zhao Shanhe's hand paused for a moment.

"sorry."

"I was wrong……"

Zhao Shanhe did not turn back.

They didn't stop.

He simply opened the door and stepped out.

The moment the door opened, light and cold air from the outside corridor rushed in.

Wang Xiulan and Li Baoguo turned around at the same time.

Zhao Shanhe closed the door, his face expressionless, and only said in a low voice:

"Let her have some peace and quiet."