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"Let's not talk about this kind of thing." Fu Zhengming didn't want to hear what happened next and had a sullen face.

Fu Zhenhuan sighed: "You are always so sensible. In the past, I ignored you. In fact, with your quiet and introverted personality, I should communicate with you more instead of not communicating with you because I am afraid that you don't like it."

Are you afraid that I don't like it, or have you simply not thought of communicating with me?

Only you know the truth.

Fu Zhengming kept his wife's words in mind and said in a cold voice: "Fu Zhengpeng is injured, how come you still have time to come to me?"

"You looked very weak in the warehouse. I was afraid something might happen to you, so I came to check on you."

"If you were worried that something had happened to me, shouldn't you have come to the hospital to see me? Why did you come to my house?"

Fu Zhenhuan's face stiffened slightly.

It was obvious that he didn't think anything would happen to him at all.

Fu Zhengming's mouth curled up in a self-deprecating arc: "You came here to see me for something, right?"

If I'm not mistaken, this matter is also related to Fu Zhengpeng.

Fu Zhenhuan's eyes were moist, and his voice sounded hoarsely: "Your cousin is lying in the hospital, but no professional doctor dares to treat him, because Shang Bei has ordered them not to treat him."

Fu Zhengming frowned, he didn't know his son would do such a thing, but he did it very well.

"Shang Bei has been educated by your side since he was a child, but you favor Fu Zhengpeng and Fu Shangjie and hurt him time and time again. It's normal for him to want to vent his anger. You can rest assured that your son will not die."

The three words "your son" pierced Fu Zhenhuan's heart, as if only Fu Zhengpeng was his son and Fu Zhengming was no longer his son.

"If there's nothing else, I'll go home first. My wife is waiting for me at home." After saying this, Fu Zhengming strode towards the small door.

Fu Zhenhuan came here, firstly to see if Fu Zhengming was okay, and secondly to hope that Fu Zhengming would talk to Shang Bei and ask him not to push Fu Zhengpeng into a desperate situation. However, he failed, as Fu Zhengming didn't want to listen to him at all.

With a sigh, Fu Zhenhuan left in disappointment when Fu Zhengming really walked into the gate without looking back.

Thirty minutes later, Fu Zhenhuan arrived at the hospital.

In the ward, Fu Zhengpeng broke down and cried because he lost his legs. When he saw Fu Zhenhuan, he cried even harder, "Dad, why hasn't a professional doctor come to perform surgery on me for so long? They just helped me stop the bleeding, and I can't feel my legs anymore. What's going on? Can't you even afford a famous doctor?"

Fu Zhenhuan frowned and said, "It's not that I can't afford it, it's that you did too much before, so the doctor won't treat you anymore."

Fu Zhengpeng was stunned for a moment, then he became furious when he understood what was going on. "Is it Fu Shangbei and Fu Zhengming who did this? What right do they have? I want to call the police. I want to report them for wanting to kill someone!"

Fu Zhenhuan was very disappointed when he saw his son's crazy appearance. "You'd better lie down quietly. If we call the police, you might end up in jail first."

Fu Zhengpeng choked and said confidently: "I didn't break any law!"

"You haven't broken the law? He has evidence of drugging Abei before." Fu Zhenhuan's words defeated Fu Zhengpeng's fighting spirit. Fu Zhengpeng gradually wrinkled up like a punctured ball.

After a moment's silence, he began to howl in pain, his shoulders shaking and he couldn't stop crying.

"What should I do? Dad, what do you think I should do? I'm going to become disabled and I won't be able to have children in this life. Shang Jie is dead and Zhang Pingling is missing. She won't answer my calls."

"It was Song Qinghe who made you like this. Even if Zhang Pingling came to see you, I don't think you would treat her well."

"You still want me to treat her well? If it weren't for her, how could Shang Jie die? This damn woman lurked around me with her enemies and hurt me like this. When I get better, I will never let her go."

Having completely lost his mind, every bit of his viciousness was revealed and his face was hideous and terrifying. Fu Zhenhuan regretted deeply after seeing this.

If he hadn't spoiled him too much, would the tragedy have never happened?

"Apeng, she is your wife after all. Song Qinghe didn't take her in anymore. It seems that she is someone else's pawn, just like you. A night of marriage is like a hundred days of grace. You should have some kindness in your heart and don't hate everyone."

"Dad, you don't understand how I feel right now. If you were me and were betrayed by your wife, would you be able to remain calm?" After retorting, Fu Zhengpeng paused and changed his words: "Forget it, you don't love your wife. If my mother betrayed you and conspired with others to plot against you, you would probably be angrier than me."

"Nonsense, what nonsense are you talking about! Your mother is my sister-in-law, why would she betray me?" Fu Zhenhuan scolded angrily.

Fu Zhengpeng sneered, thinking, "Don't pretend. I've seen you coveting my mother. If you hadn't benefited from my mother, how could you regard me as your son? Why are you pretending to be loyal in front of others? In your own marriage, you have already cheated mentally."

However, he would not say these words out loud, as he would have to rely on this old man to take care of him in the future.

……

late at night…

Lu Ying covered her husband, who was drinking on the sofa, with her coat and hugged him gently. "Okay, you are not in good health. I asked you to drink so much, which is harmful to you. Can you stop drinking?"

"How can I sleep without drinking? As soon as I close my eyes, I will recall the scene in the warehouse when he chose to sacrifice me. I am his biological son. My son and I have suffered so much grievance, why doesn't he feel sorry for us?" Fu Zhengming hugged his wife and buried his head in her neck. The old man in his fifties cried so hard that his teeth were chattering.