Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

After the phone call, Jian Qing lay on the bed, her red lips pursed into an intoxicating smile, and the extremely handsome face in her mind clearly appeared in front of her eyes.

His eyes fell on the drawing board in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. The painting on the drawing paper was not yet completed, but the man's charming face could be vaguely seen.

Xiaojing, sweet dreams!

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Beijing private hospital, VIP ward

The beeping sound of medical equipment echoed in the ward, and the smell of alcohol and medicine mixed together in the air was a bit pungent.

"Cheng'er, just talk to mom." Anman sat in front of the hospital bed, looking at his motionless son on the bed. He stretched out his hands but didn't dare to touch him, for fear of accidentally touching his wound.

When the doctor's diagnosis results came out, Anman fainted and almost didn't stop crying after she woke up.

Her legs were disabled, she became mute, and she could only lie in bed for the rest of her life. This news almost broke her spirit like bad news.

"Cheng'er, can you please say something, even if mom begs you." She didn't believe that her son would never be able to speak for the rest of his life, she didn't believe it.

Xiang Cheng had many tubes inserted into his body, and his hands and legs were wrapped in thick bandages. He stared at the ceiling with his eyes open, and the bruises on his face had not gone away.

He was no longer as energetic as before, his increasingly thin face had prominent cheekbones, his eyelids were glowing blue, and his whole person was lifeless.

He had no response to Anman's shouts from beginning to end, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes.

The door to the ward opened and Xiang Yuan walked in. His eyes fell on his son on the hospital bed, and a look of embarrassment flashed across his face.

"Aman, you haven't rested for several days. If this continues, your body will be unable to bear it." He raised his hand and put it on Anman's shoulder, and said to Yuan in a deep voice.

"Cheng'er has become like this, how can you let me rest?" Anman was a little emotionally unstable and said in a hoarse voice.

"It's all the fault of that little bitch Jian Qing. Cheng'er is also your son. Why don't you go and avenge him? What kind of father do you deserve to be?"

Xiang Yuan's face darkened and he said coldly, "Aman, calm down. I don't want Cheng'er to become like this. Besides, your grandfather also said that the person who kidnapped Cheng'er that night was not Jian Qing, right?"

As if he heard some big joke, Anman laughed maniacally, "If it's not her, who else, my grandfather has always been partial to that little bitch. It was like this seventeen years ago, and it's still like this now, Cheng'er will It's all Jian Qing's fault that he looks like this now."

She pushed Xiu Yuan, completely losing her mind, "Why don't you go and help Cheng'er get revenge? Why, why are you so useless!"

Why did her son become so miserable, while Jian Qing, that little bitch, was still carefree? She couldn't accept it...

"enough!"

Xiang Yuan couldn't help but get angry when Anman said this.

"What do you want me to do, huh?" He looked at Anman coldly, his tone cold.

"Should I kill Jian Qing?"

"Why don't you reflect on yourself? If you hadn't gotten involved in those things seventeen years ago, would Jian Qing have hated you? Half of the responsibility for Cheng'er becoming like this is yours."

Anman staggered back and shook his head dully.

"No, that's not the case. I didn't harm Cheng'er."

Xiang Yuan looked at her crazy look, a hint of impatience flashed in his eyes, and he snorted coldly, "Calm down yourself, I'm going to S City tonight, and I'll be back after a while."

Anman lowered his head and didn't know if he heard it. Xiang Yuan ignored him and walked out.

The door was slammed shut with a bang.

Anman fell to his knees, covered his face with his hands, and roared hysterically.

"Ahhhh--"

On the hospital bed, Xiang Cheng closed his eyes, a tear falling from the corner of his eye.