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Cheng Tianhong held Cheng Boming's hand and asked, "Boming, where is your mother? Why haven't I seen her come over?"
Cheng Boming instinctively glanced back at Cheng Qiuyi and stammered, "She... she..."
Cheng Qiuyi put away her phone and stood next to Cheng Boming, patting his head. "You go out first; I have something to discuss with him."
Cheng Boming felt relieved and fled in a hurry.
Cheng Tianhong watched his son run out from a distance, then looked at his daughter's disdainful expression. He sighed, reflecting on how he had enjoyed a complete family with power and influence in the first half of his life, experiencing all the blessings the world had to offer. Yet now, in old age, he faced separation from his wife and children, plagued by illness. What was the point of living like this? It would be better to die early and find peace.
"Qiu Yi, I thought I would never see you again before I died."
"Cheng Tianhong, I'm here today to ask you one thing."
"What is it?"
"How did my mother really die?"
Cheng Qiuyi had kept Ye Jing's words in mind. She knew they weren't trustworthy, but upon reflection, there were indeed many doubts surrounding her mother's death. The death report from that time was vague, and the funeral was hastily arranged. Even if Cheng Tianhong had lost feelings for her mother, for the sake of the Cheng Family's reputation, the head matriarch shouldn't have been buried so quickly unless...
Cheng Tianhong's expression changed drastically. "Why are you asking this?"
There was indeed a problem.
Cheng Qiuyi sneered. "Cheng Tianhong, you're going to die soon anyway. It's better to reveal all the dirty secrets you've kept hidden; at least you can die cleanly."
For the past six months, Cheng Tianhong had been undisturbed and often reminisced about the days when Mother Cheng and Cheng Qiuyi were still by his side. He had to admit that even though he abandoned his first wife later on, she was a good woman who truly loved him. One can always sense whether someone's kindness is genuine after years of interaction.
Cheng Tianhong did not love her; at that time, the Zhou family had not yet fallen from grace. Marrying their only daughter was a significant advantage for him. Moreover, they had grown up together as childhood friends; marrying her was far better than marrying some other young lady he barely knew. Who would have thought that later on, Cheng Tianhong met Shen Wenqin?
Shen Wenqin was understanding and gentle; most importantly, Cheng Tianhong liked her. At that time, he was in his forties—full of vigor but also weary of his strong-willed wife at home. After being attentive to Shen Wenqin a few times, they ended up together and even had a son, Cheng Boming.
And then? Later on, Cheng Qiuyi's mother discovered it. Cheng Tianhong behaved himself for a few days but then devised a plan to mix digitalis into the medication Mother Cheng took daily. Mother Cheng had a history of heart disease; an excessive dose of digitalis could easily trigger a myocardial infarction.
"This medicine is really effective, very effective." Cheng Tianhong smacked his lips and smiled. "She only took it a few times before she died, much faster than I expected."
Cheng Qiuyi clasped her hands behind her back, her ten fingers digging into her palms to control herself from killing this man.
"I was right beside her when she fell ill. She clutched her heart and convulsed on the ground for a few moments before she went, her eyes wide open looking at me, not even able to say a last word. At that moment, I felt a sense of satisfaction; this woman who had tried to control me all her life finally died, and she died by my hand." Cheng Tianhong continued to laugh, his gaze coldly fixed on Cheng Qiuyi. "If she hadn't forced me into a corner, I wouldn't have had to kill her!"
Blood dripped from Cheng Qiuyi's palms onto the floor, the red veins in her eyes looking like they were about to burst.
"That was your wife of twenty years, Cheng Tianhong, you beast." The angrier one gets, the calmer they often become. Cheng Qiuyi's voice was soft like the warmest fine sand on a summer evening by the sea, yet Cheng Tianhong involuntarily shivered.
"I am a beast, but it was Zhou Guohui who forced me! Go look at these aristocratic men; which one doesn't have a few mistresses outside? For years, she has manipulated and controlled me; how could I be her husband? I was nothing but a dog under Zhou Guohui! Now that the Zhou family has fallen, why is she still so arrogant?"
When one is pushed to the extreme, they often lose the ability to feel anger. Cheng Qiuyi was filled with sorrow. Cheng Tianhong, this stubborn madman, had suppressed himself for a lifetime and only became unrestrained when death was near.
The person who killed her mother was her father, this twisted-faced man on the hospital bed. He had pushed himself to this point step by step and still showed no remorse as he faced death. The world is cruel; today Cheng Qiuyi witnessed it firsthand.
"Cheng Tianhong, take care of yourself."
The Zhou family had fallen, the Cheng family had collapsed, the Ye family was gone. In this vast C City, new forces repeatedly followed the historical trajectory of the past; where there are people, there are always conspiracies.
Cheng Qiuyi left, leaving only Cheng Tianhong in the hospital room.
He spoke harshly to Cheng Qiuyi, but now alone with his eyes closed, all he could think of were the good times with his former wife. Cheng Tianhong hadn't uttered her name in over a decade; when he occasionally mentioned her, it was simply "that woman," as if he had long forgotten what her name was.
Self-deception.
Twenty years of marriage; the name Zhou Guohui along with his love and hatred for her were almost etched into his bones—how could he possibly forget?
"Guohui, I miss your braised pork; it was so delicious."
If Zhou Guohui could hear him now, she would probably scoff coldly.
Cheng Qiuyi exited the hospital room and said to Cheng Boming waiting at the door: "Let's go."
"Go where?"
"Let's go home, Sister Shuhan is still waiting for me to come back for dinner."
"Oh..." Cheng Boming followed her and noticed the dried blood on Cheng Qiuyi's hands. "Master! What happened to your hands?"
Cheng Qiuyi raised her hands to take a look; both palms had nail marks. She smiled, "It's nothing. One must get hurt to grow up."
Cheng Boming nodded thoughtfully and agreed, "That's right. Just like how I realized that the only one who can protect myself is me after being bullied. That's why I want to work hard to learn how to fight, so I won't be bullied anymore. It shows I'm growing up."
"What’s so good about growing up? The troubles of the world all come from growing up."
Cheng Tianhong looked down on her, "When you grow up, you can marry a wife. Of course, that's good. When I grow up, I want to marry Sister Shuhan..." As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Qiuyi gave Cheng Boming a light smack on the forehead.
"What are you doing!" Cheng Boming complained with teary eyes while covering his head.
"Having improper thoughts about the Master’s wife deserves punishment."
Cheng Boming's eyes lit up, "Cheng Qiuyi, does that mean you agree to be my Master?"
Cheng Qiuyi smacked him again, "Calling your Master by their name deserves punishment."
With two bumps on his forehead, Cheng Boming happily chased after Cheng Qiuyi, "Yes! Thank you, Master!"
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