Scum Man Cannot Redeem Himself - chapter 169

After Chen Jili’s fever subsided, his wounds began to heal.

The spring season passed and he was able to get out of bed. It was just that he injured his meridians, so it was not very convenient to move around.

Ning Qing customized a wooden wheelchair and pushed him around the yard from time to time.

In early summer, the breeze was cool, and many flowers in the courtyard were blooming and fragrant. The green plants were also vibrant, a peaceful scene.

“Ning Qing, don’t go away, stay with me all the time, okay?” Chen Jili’s voice was very low, and it was scattered by the wind.

Ning Qing pushed him and smiled, “Get better soon!”

She often went back and forth between Clearwater shore and Su City, and sometimes went to his office to deal with some urgent matters that needed to be dealt with.

He started to deal with the affairs of the office a month ago, and it was the shopkeeper who sent it directly to the house every day, but he often said that his body was itchy and asked Ning Qing to help him.

He was lying on the bed and she was sitting on the desk in the study room.

Nothing happened between them.

Turning to winter, his recovery had not shown much progress, sometimes he would be in pain, sleepless all night, and even more inseparable from the care of someone. Such a proud person, was tormented by illness all year round.

A letter from his mother came that mentioned a famous doctor in the capital who was extremely good at curing burns. Ning Qing looked at his uncomfortable appearance, decided to give her estate and First Sight to the second brother to deal with, and then took him to the capital to seek medical help.

The trip lasted three years.

In those three years, Chen Jili suffered a lot. The burned parts all had a new layer of skin. Because of the infection, an abscess, several times he was hovering on the edge of life and death. He was unusually strong, gritted his teeth and pulled through.

Ning Qing saw his sufferings. Everytime his life was on the edge, Ning Qing only begged him to live. Whenever he survived, Ning Qing did not want him to continue medical treatment.

He always smiled and said that he did not want to be tormented by pain for the rest of his life. Rather than living like that, it was better to leave. Even if he could not survive, he also resigned himself to fate.

Finally, the darkness ended and there came light, Chen Jili got a new life.

After returning to Su City, they seemed to have experienced nine deaths. Many of the things they used to cling to were seen as ordinary. In front of death, those were very small matters.

Ning Qing also got some news about the flower boss.

Mrs. Yang found a girl for him. After all, he was already over 30 years old. The girl was from a very good family, 16 years old, as beautiful as a flower. The girl’s father was good friends with the boss, and did not believe those rumors. He was willing to give the girl to him but Yang Junhan politely refused.

This matter was known by the old lady, ignoring Yang Junhan, she and the girl’s father set a wedding date, and forced him by emotionally blackmailing him.

Unfortunately, the girl, who was always in good health, died suddenly.

When this happened, the whole city of Fuqing exploded.

Yang Liangyu was in prison, it was still unknown whether he would go out or not, the child born outside was not his biological child.

There was no male child in the family to continue his bloodline.

The Yang family was going to be extinct.

Mrs. Yang’s health was deteriorating day by day, and the girl’s death was like the last straw that fell on her.

She laid in bed for several days. The doctor could not do anything, and prescribed some ginseng and other medicines to cure her.

One day, Mrs. Yang was in good spirits and ordered the kitchen to make a table of dishes, invited the women of Yu house, saying that her illness was gone and she would see Yang Junhan marry his wife, so let them accompany her and rejoice together.

The doctor said it was a return to light, and that the oil had run out (m. dying).

The women thought that they had fought secretly with Mrs. Yang all their lives, so they came to see her off for the last time.

The old lady had a good appetite and ate a lot, tasting every dish and letting them eat it.

……

When Yang Junhan got the news, everything was already too late.

When he walked into the Yu house, into the side room, a burst of blood came.

There were seven or eight corpses under the table, each with several stab wounds, the knife wound was fatal.

The blood flowed all over the room, and it was almost impossible to get out unstained.

And Mrs. Yang was sitting on the main seat, like a king, examining all that, her breath was long gone.

The blood-stained knife was held in her hand.

This mother used her last breath to eradicate the poisonous weed around her son.

……

Ning Qing sighed. Her stagnant heart could not calm. From time to time, she would dream of Yang Junhan’s lonely back, making her breathing hard.

That day, the weather was very good. Hui Xian asked her to go to the temple, saying that the peach blossoms behind the temple were in bloom.

Ning Qing had something on her mind and had been depressed, so she went with her.

In the midst of spring blossoms, the sun mildly caged earth, extraordinarily soothing.

The two of them walked and were scattered by the visitors.

Ning Qing looked for a while, in vain, but stepped into a quiet peach blossom forest.