Chapter 227: You really deserve to die

Without him needing to continue, Ning Qing and Zhou Shuanglin already understood.

They exchanged a glance, got up and left the visitation room; just as they reached the door, Zhou Jingyuan suddenly called out to them from behind.

"Uncle, Aunt, this matter is indeed my fault; I apologize to you. Now Xiao Wu and Wen Ling have returned, and things will immediately get back on track here. If we have a chance to meet again, I will surely make proper amends to them."

Ning Qing lowered her head and snorted derisively—Is an apology of any use? They have tasted the pain of loss; Wen Lao, who was urgently sent back to M Country for treatment, died from excessive grief, and Qin Lao remains in the hospital's ICU; they, every minute and every second, are enduring an indescribable anguish.

Zhou Jingyuan watched their retreating backs, the corner of his mouth lifting; as he was pulled by the arm out of the visitation room, he suddenly said, "Let's start over——"

——

"Bang!"

Zhou Yinhe struggled to open his eyes, turning his head toward the direction the sound came from.

Ning Qing strode in wearing high heels, bent down and grabbed Zhou Yinhe's ear, gritting her teeth: "Do I owe you? Isn't everything fine now? Why did you run out of the hospital and then turn off your phone, not answering calls?"

Zhou Yinhe stared at her blankly, somewhat unable to react.

Ning Qing frowned: "What kind of reaction is this?"

Zhou Yinhe turned his head to look at the ceiling—a blank expanse of white—and the air still carried a faint smell of disinfectant.

His thin lips parted slightly, and he asked in a hoarse voice: "Where is this?"

"The hospital!" Ning Qing said irritably.

"The hospital?" Why am I in the hospital? I thought I was dead. I'm alive—so where is A Ling? Where is A Ling?

Zhou Yinhe's eyes filled with disbelief; he raised his hand to touch his chest, which still felt somewhat painful, only to discover his wrist tightly wrapped in white bandages.

He was completely dazed, looking at Ning Qing in shock and asking: "Where is A Ling? Where did A Ling go?"

Ning Qing wished she could beat her own son to death, grinding out a few words between her teeth: "Didn't you say you wouldn't think of her anymore? Why are you still asking where she is?"

"Mom, tell me quickly where A Ling is!" Zhou Yinhe exclaimed, trying to sit up excitedly and grabbing Ning Qing's hand as he shouted the question.

Ning Qing sighed and said: "You two broke up, so she naturally returned to M Country—where else could she be? As for you, you went drinking before your injury healed; I'll definitely go settle accounts with that Jiang Family brat, and you still had the nerve to go drinking like this."

"Broken up?" Zhou Yinhe lowered his gaze to his wrist, his dazed appearance making Ning Qing deeply worried, even thinking her son had become stupid from the breakup.

She turned it over in her mind a few times, then spoke earnestly to advise: "Son, you……"

"Mom, wait a moment; let me think it through properly."

"……All right." Ning Qing had no choice but to swallow the words she hadn't spoken, walked to the sofa by the window, sat down, and worriedly gazed at Zhou Yinhe.

Zhou Yinhe sat silently with his head lowered on the hospital bed, various thoughts constantly popping up in his mind.

Why did I come back? Could what Zhou Jingyuan said be true?

Then why return to the present? According to Zhou Jingyuan, shouldn't I have returned to three years later?

Could something have gone wrong? It feels off, but the most important thing now isn't that—he should go find Wen Ling; will Wen Ling also have these memories?

No, he should first go destroy Zhou Jingyuan's company.

A flash of cold ruthlessness crossed his eyes; he violently threw off the blankets, put on his shoes, and prepared to walk out of the ward.

Ning Qing hurried after him and grabbed him, pulling him back.

Zhou Yinhe had just drunk alcohol while sick, unable to resist Ning Qing's strength; she easily yanked him back.

"What are you up to again?"

"I'm going to settle scores; Mom, don't interfere, let go quickly."

Ning Qing asked doubtfully: "Who are you settling scores with? Jiang Jibai? I was just joking earlier; you ran out on your own, it's not their fault—you can't go looking for trouble."

Zhou Yinhe sighed helplessly, pried open his mother's hand, and said word by word: "I'm not going to look for Jiang Jibai; I'm going to look for Zhou Jingyuan."

At that moment, the ward door opened and Zhou Shuanglin walked in slowly, having just heard his words, she frowned and asked: "What are you looking for your cousin for?"

"I can't tell you; if it's really impossible, can you send me there?"

Ning Qing and Zhou Shuanglin exchanged a glance, saw each other's doubt, and decided to go with Zhou Yinhe to the nephew's company.

Zhou Yinhe didn't even have time to change clothes; wearing his patient gown, he followed his parents downstairs and got into the car.

Zhou Jingyuan's Company wasn't far; upon arrival, the receptionist hurried forward, greeted the three, and was about to call Zhou Jingyuan's secretary when Zhou Yinhe coldly blocked her.

They went straight to the elevator, which rose directly to the top floor; as the doors opened, Zhou Yinhe strode out, filled with anger.

At that moment, Zhou Jingyuan was in the lab beside his office, having removed his eye shield and spat out a mouthful of blood; his secretary rushed forward to support him, asking anxiously: "General Manager Zhou, was it a success?"

"Success my ass; Xiao Wu is too sharp—by the later stage, you can't even bend it back."

He had barely finished speaking when the door was kicked open with great force; Zhou Jingyuan and his secretary turned in shock to see a man in a patient gown striding over, who kicked him squarely in the chest.

"Damn bastard." Zhou Yinhe cursed, completely disregarding his earlier image, and launched a furious barrage of kicks at the fallen Zhou Jingyuan; the secretary, having regained her senses, rushed to pull him away, but was sternly stopped by Zhou Shuanglin, who stood grim-faced at the doorway.

Seeing Zhou Yinhe's movements slowing, Zhou Shuanglin slowly stepped forward and grabbed him.

"You really deserve to die." Zhou Yinhe spat out these four words coldly as he rose to his feet.

Zhou Jingyuan lay on the ground, covering the spot that hurt from the kick, spat out a mouthful of blood, and, enduring the pain, asked: "Xiao Wu, why did you hit me?"

"Don't you know yourself?" Zhou Yinhe pointed to the massive machine nearby and said: "Then explain—what is this machine all about?"

Zhou Jingyuan had already noticed Zhou Yinhe's arrival the moment he entered; he wanted to argue, but as soon as he lifted his gaze, he met Zhou Shuanglin's eyes.

Those eyes resembled his father's; at that moment, they regarded him indifferently. Zhou Shuanglin pressed her lips together, sat on the ground, and muttered: "Since you already know, why are you asking me what I did?"

"I want you to admit, in front of my parents, the despicable things you've done, and let my father know what kind of son his good brother has raised."

Having said that, Zhou Yinhe suddenly felt dizzy; Ning Qing hurriedly helped him sit on a nearby sofa, her eyes cold and clear as she looked at Zhou Jingyuan.

Zhou Shuanglin bent slightly, gazing at the face of her only nephew; her eyes and the corners of her mouth had already been swollen and reddened from Zhou Yinhe's beating.

"Jingyuan, what is it that Xiao Wu said? Tell me seriously."

Although his family's Xiao Wu is headstrong, he isn't the type to cause trouble for no reason; being able to strike his cousin, with whom he's had a good relationship since childhood, must mean he did something.