Zhang Xiaoshan’s power was too overwhelming, and as his opponent, Jia Lan had no power to resist.
Before long, the sound of a hospital bed scraping against the floor echoed through the ward.
"Creak creak, bang bang..."
The two Security Officers guarding the door, upon hearing the commotion, tactfully decided to go to the corridor entrance to smoke.
The pack of cigarettes was almost empty.
"Jeez, they still haven’t shown any sign of stopping, have they?"
The two Security Officers looked at each other, both somewhat admiring what Zhang Xiaoshan was capable of.
Finally, after half an hour, the ward fell silent.
Zhang Xiaoshan pulled up his trousers that had fallen down to his heels and straightened his clothes.
Jia Lanhua was wearing a patient’s uniform, and at this moment, her body was still trembling slightly, showing signs of spasms. Her originally pale face now turned rosy, making her look radiantly healthy.
Otherwise, why do they say "Nothing brings joy like a happy occasion"?
Being nourished by Zhang Xiaoshan , she was naturally happy.
Zhang Xiaoshan sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Jia Lanhua, somewhat unsure how to begin.
"You have something to say?"
Jia Lanhua was no fool, and by looking at Zhang Xiaoshan’s demeanor, she knew he must have something to say. Plus, with Zhang Xiaoshan coming to find her today, it definitely wasn’t just to exploit her simplicity.
Zhang Xiaoshan smiled at Jia Lanhua and gave a flattering compliment.
"Heh, Sister Lanhua, you’re indeed perceptive. You saw right through that I had something to say."
"Hmph, you didn’t have this realization when you were slapping my face, did you? Spit it out, what is it that you want?"
"I really don’t know what it is that I can help you with."
Zhang Xiaoshan took a moment to compose himself, then turned to Jia Lanhua and spoke.
"It’s about Wu Damming. I, I saw him last night."
"Why would you go see that old bastard again?"
When Jia Lanhua mentioned Wu Damming, she gritted her teeth with hatred, clearly filled with an intense desire to see him dead.
She was a woman of great pride, and to have her husband abandon her to elope with another woman was a monumental blow to Jia Lanhua. Thɪs chapter is updated by 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵⚑𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⚑𝓷𝓮𝓽
On top of that, their relationship had always been rocky.
Now, she also had to endure the village pointing fingers at her spine because of Wu Damming.
That grudge was unusually enormous.
Her hatred had also extended to Su Xiangmei.
Zhang Xiaoshan hesitated, but eventually, he told Jia Lanhua the truth.
"I want to help Li Ya get Su Xiangmei out, and this would require Wu Damming to take on all the responsibility alone. I went to see Wu Damming to talk about this, but Wu Damming demanded to see you first before he would agree."
"What, you want me to help rescue Su Xiangmei?"
"Impossible, that vixen, that old bastard, it would be good if she got shot. I don’t care, I couldn’t care less about whether she lives or dies."
"As for that old bastard Wu Damming, I really don’t want to see him ever again."
"I fear I won’t be able to restrain myself from biting Wu Damming to death."
Jia Lanhua’s emotions were intensely agitated, her facial expressions somewhat ferocious. Zhang Xiaoshan understood this.
Not just the fiery-tempered Jia Lanhua, any normal woman would find it hard to let go of such an ordeal, let alone forgive.
Zhang Xiaoshan didn’t waste any more words and stood up from the chair beside the bed.
"It’s okay, I’ll think of another way."
"You get some rest. I’ll come to see you another day."
As he said so, Zhang Xiaoshan turned to leave.
Suddenly, Jia Lanhua grabbed Zhang Xiaoshan’s wrist.