Qin Xiangmei, oh Qin Xiangmei, Qin Xiangyang gritted his teeth and sneered coldly, "You still have the mood to put on makeup and change clothes now, Song Wang, your husband, your man is still in the hospital. You almost beat him to death, why aren’t you worried if he really dies? If you don’t compensate for his life, it’s no one else—it’s your husband, the man you were supposed to spend your life with. You know very well how he has treated you; he found your brother a job, got your brother a wife, and built a house for your family. Such a good man, in your hands, Qin Xiangmei, has been completely spoiled. A perfectly fine person, almost smashed to death by you, now still unconscious in the hospital, yet you don’t go to see him?" Qin Xiangyang really wanted to kick Qin Xiangmei hard.
When Qin Xiangmei heard Song Wang’s name, her face changed instantly, filled with anger and indignation, yet she couldn’t even utter a word, and her whole body shivered, clearly frightened beyond clarity.
Qin Xiangyang was utterly disappointed in Qin Xiangmei. If she had really been frightened out of her wits for not being used to such scenes, he could have understood, thinking that Song Wang’s side wouldn’t blame her too much. But obviously, she was not foolish at all; she even had the mind to change clothes and put on makeup, how foolish is that? His sister was battered by her, and even had to get a blood transfusion at the hospital, they’re not even related by blood.
"I can’t be bothered with you," Qin Xiangyang was truly fed up, "Song Wang is now in the hospital, go and see for yourself. Don’t say I didn’t warn you, if you don’t go, just wait for Song Wang to divorce you."
Such a woman, beside anyone, would chill one’s heart. If Qin Xiangnuan was smart, she would know to make herself look pitiful and kneel to Song Wang’s parents, serving Song Wang like an ox or a horse, perhaps then there might be something to salvage.
Don’t think that pride and decorum are so important right now; it’s all Qin Xiangmei’s fault to begin with, and she can’t even bear her own mistakes—who would want to deal with that.
Qin Xiangyang came in a fury, and left holding a bellyful of it too.
Qin Xiangmei’s hands gripped the door, still utterly lost. Go to the hospital? She dared not, Mrs. Song would surely strangle her. But she was worried about Song Wang; having been husband and wife for so long, to say she wasn’t worried would be a lie. She didn’t know what came over her at that moment, eyes reddened in haste and without considering anything else, she threw the chair; she never imagined that it would end up hitting Song Wang instead. So she was terrified; she ran away, and even now she dared not go to the hospital to see Song Wang. The hate on Mrs. Song’s face made her shiver uncontrollably, Mrs. Song would surely tear her apart.
She hurriedly closed the door, still unsure of what to do next, unsure of what could be done.
The hospital—she still dared not go.
She was afraid to see Mrs. Song’s expression, also afraid to see Song Wang’s body. At that time, so much blood was shed, it couldn’t really be that he was dead, could it? Qin Xiangyang said Song Wang wasn’t dead, but not being dead now doesn’t mean he’s alright.
What if he turned into a vegetable, a walking plant? How could she live and serve a vegetable for the rest of her life?
Impossible, she didn’t want that, she wasn’t willing. She was only twenty-two, still so young—could her life really be ruined ?
That’s why when people become selfish, no matter how much kindness others show, to her, it’s already worth nothing.
In the hospital, Song Wang only woke up the second day, while Qin Xiangmei never came around.
He opened his eyes, his head in terrible pain. He tried to move his hand, but found his limbs so heavy that he couldn’t move at all.
"It hurts..." He cried out in agony, feeling like his whole head was swelling up, a pain truly unbearable.
"Son, son..." Mrs. Song quickly sat up in alarm. Seeing Song Wang awake, tears fell freely as she shouted loudly outside, "Doctor, doctor, my son is awake."
Soon after, several doctors and nurses entered, as the Song family was well-off, naturally the hospital room was high-class, and the medical staff gave extra care.
After a lengthy examination, taking his temperature and checking his blood pressure, the final diagnosis relieved Mrs. Song and Mr. Song. They were told that since he had woken up, there should be no serious issue. Currently, the pain was inevitable due to a large wound on his head, but it would get better in a few days. If the pain was unbearable, they would administer a painkiller injection.
Song Wang, being a man, could endure the pain. Initially confused and unaware of his surroundings, he gradually regained clarity and realized he was in the hospital, with an IV hooked to his hand and throbbing pain in his head. He heard the doctor’s words; there was nothing serious. A few more days in the hospital, waiting for his wounds to heal and taking some anti-inflammatory injections, and he could be discharged.
His gaze occasionally swept around the empty hospital room, with only his tearful mother and relieved father present, but he didn’t see Qin Xiangmei there.
"Mom, where is Xiang Mei?" As soon as he spoke, the pain made him furrow his brow, the wound on his head throbbed painfully against his heart, which was quite hard to endure.
"Stop mentioning her, do you know that woman almost cost you your life? Your parents only have you as their son." The moment Mrs. Song heard Qin Xiangmei’s name, she grew angry. What kind of wife was this? No, this was not like marrying a wife; this was like marrying a tyrant. Barely doing anything, she would start throwing things. What if one day she was in a bad mood and ended up throwing a chair at her head? She didn’t forget, she and Qin Xiangmei had been at odds from the start.
Such a daughter-in-law, she was truly afraid.
Mr. Song kept giving Mrs. Song looks, indicating that now was not the time to discuss this, to avoid adding psychological burden to their son who was still a patient. All of this had been discussed with Mrs. Song beforehand, but she just couldn’t control her temper, holding back from slamming the table or smashing plates was already her limit.
Song Wang’s eyes dimmed, and it must be said that the Song family, in terms of character, were actually quite decent. After all, Mr. Song had been a soldier and fought wars, Song Wang was genuinely a good-natured person, but unfortunately, he had been disrupted by Qin Xiangmei, the troublemaker.
Song Wang always stayed in the hospital while Qin Xiangmei never appeared from beginning to end.
As Qin Xiangyang had said, if Qin Xiangmei had just come and admitted her wrongs, serving food and pouring water, perhaps Mrs. Song wouldn’t have been so infuriated. Realizing this, the spats between husband and wife could have been just minor quarrels, and as long as Song Wang said nothing, Mrs. Song, though upset, would not have been as disgusted as she was today.