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“Doctor Li, how is the old man?”
Shen Qingyou, who was at the front, was coldly pushed aside by Shen Mu. This instinctive action deeply pierced her heart. Could it be that her father no longer wanted to see her? Was their blood relationship about to be severed?
Dressed in a blue surgical gown, Li Haoran glanced over at Shen Qingyou, who stood frozen in the corner, and a deep sense of guilt welled up within him. He then turned to Mother Shen with infinite regret and said, “Auntie, I’m sorry. We have done our best!”
“Boom”
A thunderous sound echoed.
“Boom”
A loud noise rang in her heart.
The entire world felt as if it had collapsed in one corner, weighing heavily on Shen Qingyou's heart. It was like a drowning person gasping for air; even though she struggled to open her mouth wide, breathing felt incredibly difficult. Outside the operating room, Mother Shen had not yet arrived when she began to cry out in despair, collapsing weakly in Yuan Mufang’s arms. Her complexion was as pale as a blank sheet of paper, and her dark pupils rolled back in her eye sockets. Li Haoran shouted, “Quickly send her to the emergency room!”
Mother Shen had suffered from heart disease for many years and could not withstand any stimulation. Now, with Father Shen’s sudden departure, it was more terrifying for her than a bolt from the blue. She was a typical Jiangnan woman who regarded her husband as everything. Since marrying Father Shen, she had never worked outside; she stayed home as a virtuous wife and mother. In her eyes, there was only family; the outside world had long become unfamiliar to her. During Father Shen’s illness, she was filled with fear—afraid of facing the strangers who hurried past her, afraid of confronting the rapidly changing society alone. Yet, the more she worried, the faster calamity struck!
The lights in the operating room lit up again, and Shen Qingyou’s heart felt desolate. Her trembling body resembled autumn leaves; a gentle breeze seemed to extinguish her life. Her unfocused eyes stared blankly at the operating room door, her heart like dead ashes...
Father, is he really gone? Could it be that Li Haoran is just playing a joke on me? At this moment, you are sitting healthily on the hospital bed!
Father, are you lying to me? I believe you have truly left because all around me lingers your unique scent.
"Dad, have you really left me? You're angry with your daughter, but there’s no need to teach me a lesson this way. You can hit me, yell at me, but you must not leave me!
Dad, my dearest dad, if this world is without you, will our family still be a complete family? Happiness missing a piece is no longer happiness!
Dad, dad, dad, I was wrong, I was wrong, I truly was wrong...
Shen Qingyou's heart burned like a raging fire. If she hadn't stubbornly chosen Yuan Mufang back then, would she have ended up in this situation today?
If only he had listened to his parents and married a local man, would he still have been so hurt and had to pay such a bloody price?
If only...
Unfortunately, there are no 'if onlys' in this world. Her father left just like that, carrying his longing for life and disappointment in her, leaving her forever. And what about her? Her father's passing felt like a nightmare that would haunt her for the rest of her life. She looked up and let out a mournful cry; from this moment on, she knew that everything related to happiness in her life would no longer be happy! Because as soon as she thought of her father, all happiness would turn into a nightmare!
Tears flowed like a flood that could not be contained, yet they could not wash away the guilt in her heart. In the operating room, Yuan Mufang approached Shen Qingyou with a grim expression.
"Shen Qingyou, are you satisfied with this outcome?"
Why did his upward-curving lips seem filled with endless mockery? Why did his tone carry such glee in others' misfortune? Shen Qingyou turned her head away, refusing to look at that ugly face she wished she could tear into pieces. If her father's death made her the culprit, then what was he, Yuan Mufang? An accomplice? Or the instigator?
Why could he still look at her with such innocent eyes at this moment?
"Shen Qingyou, take a look at this!"
Yuan Mufang handed a red bankbook to Shen Qingyou without raising her gaze. Her eyes did not even glance at the bankbook, which held no significance for her. She wished she could crush the man before her into dust; everything about him was irrelevant to her!
"Don't you want to know what you mean to that Qing Young Master?"
Memories involuntarily surfaced of that domineering man who resembled a king. His fiery passion brought a few rays of warmth to her desolate world. Seeing Shen Qingyou's originally cold eyes flicker with tenderness at the mention of Qing Shao, Yuan Mufang felt as if her heart was ablaze. "Let's see how much this Qing Da Shao has spent to buy you, this fleeting whim of mine."
A sudden rush of satisfaction from revenge filled Yuan Mufang's entire being, and her blood-red eyes gleamed with ferocity. Whether she wanted to look or not, she had to see. With all her strength, she pinned Shen Qingyou against the wall. Then, with her left hand gripping Shen Qingyou's head tightly, she opened the bankbook. A long string of numbers appeared before Shen Qingyou's bewildered gaze. Gradually, her scattered focus began to sharpen as she stared at the figures—numbers she might never earn in her lifetime. Suddenly, her trembling body felt as if it had plunged into an abyss...
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