The heartless beauty is addicted to being licked by a seemingly obedient and loyal dog.

The thud of Song Yunxi's knees hitting the ground wasn't loud, but it was crystal clear.

Shen Chonglu's expression changed drastically, and the string of reason in his mind snapped with a "snap".

How could he possibly tolerate the proud and aloof Song Yunqi kneeling before others? He stretched out his long arm, his large hand grabbing Song Yunqi's armpit and shoulder, intending to lift him up.

"Yunqi, what are you doing? The ground is cold, get up!"

However, Song Yunqi's back was extremely taut, like a stubborn bamboo that could not be broken.

He flung away Shen Chonglu's outstretched hand, turned his head, his phoenix eyes filled with pain and sorrow, and uttered broken words:

"Don't touch me."

With just three simple words, Shen Chonglu was forced to retreat half a step.

His fingertips hung stiffly in mid-air as he looked at the young man's thin but upright back. He almost ground his teeth to powder, but in the end, he didn't dare to pull him any further. He could only squat down to the side and quietly stare at the scene in front of him.

"The hospital said that the aunt's condition worsened after she stopped taking her medication, leading to her death."

"The mansion did not pay for the treatment, nor did it transfer your mother to another hospital as promised. Instead, they simply left her there to fend for herself."

"She waited for you until the very end, without even closing her eyes."

With red eyes, Song Yunqi told everything she knew.

On the hospital bed, Su Shen's eyes moved extremely slowly.

The gaze shifted from Song Yunxi kneeling on the ground to the cold, black wooden box in front of her, and then settled on the three large gold-lacquered characters "Zhang Fengzhu".

The world seemed to have lost all sound.

There were no hysterical screams, nor any breakdowns with tears streaming down their faces.

Su Shen just stared blankly at the box, stretching out his trembling hands.

His hands were covered with purplish needle marks from the IV drip, and his fingers twitched spasmodically, reaching out several times only to violently retract less than a centimeter from the box.

It was as if it wasn't his mother's ashes, but a raging fire capable of pulverizing a person.

"Zhang...Fengzhu..."

He moved his lips as he uttered the name, his voice dry and weak, as if he were repeatedly chewing the two words between his teeth.

Suddenly, Su Shen gasped sharply, and a heart-wrenching cough erupted from his throat.

He curled up like a shrimp, clutching his hospital gown tightly to his chest in agony, his eyes bulging, his face turning from pale to an eerie purplish-red in an instant.

Blood flowed back into the IV tubing from the needle on the back of my hand, turning the area bright red.

"……mom?"

Su Shen finally uttered his first shout.

The sound was extremely shrill. He seemed to have gone mad, pulling the needle out of the back of his hand and letting the blood spurt out as he rolled heavily off the hospital bed.

"Bang!"

The sound of the foot hitting the ground was accompanied by the dull thud of bones hitting the floor tiles.

All the wounds on his body burst open, and he felt a sharp pain in the fractured area of ​​his waist and back that had just been fixed, but he didn't even groan. He just used his two limp arms to crawl inch by inch across the floor toward the wooden box in Song Yunqi's arms.

Blood gushed from the needle marks on the back of his hand, leaving a shocking trail of blood on the marble floor.

"Mom...look at me...it's me, Xiao Shen..."

Su Shen crawled to Song Yunqi's knees, trembling as he opened his arms and tightly clutched the black wooden box to his chest.

The wooden box is very light.

His mother was inside.

My mother had a very hard life, saving every penny she could, and in the end, even her urn was so meager.

He pressed his face against the rough, cold lid of the box, frantically rubbing his cheek against the name painted in gold paint.

The cold sweat on his forehead and the blood that he coughed up from his nose smeared onto the black paint, blurring the three characters "Zhang Fengzhu".

"Liars...they're all liars!"

Su Shen's eyes were bloodshot, his eye sockets were extremely dry, and the broken blood vessels stained the whites of his eyes a bright red.

He gripped the black wooden box tightly, his fingers spasming from the extreme force.

"Why...why did they lie to me?!"

"I'm carrying a life on my shoulders! That's money for saving lives... that's money for people waiting to survive on their hospital beds!"

"They knew I was desperate to save her...they knew she was my only family! How dare they make such a presumptuous promise to me, how dare they pretend so convincingly!"

"They said as long as I obeyed and stayed, someone at the hospital would take care of me, and my medication would never be interrupted!!"

Su Shen raised his head, a low howl like that of a beast escaping his throat, tears mingling with blood streaming down his face:

"They treated me like an animal, humiliated me, broke my back, and treated me like a slave they could trample on at will... I endured it all! I accepted it all!"

"I'm being tortured every day. I thought I was trying to earn money to save my mother's life..."

"But they just watched coldly from behind, not paying a single penny! They practically... practically dragged my mother down to her death!!"

Despair engulfed the young man like a tidal wave. Su Shen's eyes suddenly bulged, and his whole body trembled like a leaf in the autumn wind.

He gripped the edge of the wooden box, his voice shattering into a hoarse whisper:

"For more than three months... my mother lay alone in the hospital bed waiting for me, but I never came, and her medication was stopped... How desperate must she have been when she died?"

"I didn't even get to see her one last time! I don't even know the exact day she passed away!!"

"Liars! A bunch of inhuman liars! Why weren't they the ones who died?! Why—!!"

Overwhelmed by extreme resentment and grief, Su Shen suddenly opened his mouth, and a mouthful of dark red blood gushed from his chest, splattering onto the floor and the wooden box in front of him.

That once gentle and clean face was now distorted by blood and despair.

"Mom... I'm sorry... It's my fault for being stupid, it's my fault that you're in trouble..."

He stepped back half a step and kowtowed repeatedly to the urn in a fierce manner.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Each impact produced a grating thud, tearing flesh and blood that instantly blurred Su Shen's vision.

But he seemed oblivious to the pain, merely repeating the actions of banging his head against the ground, uttering intermittent sobs, pleading with his mother who could never respond to him again.

Song Yunxi knelt to the side, her heart seemingly stopping as she watched the horrific scene before her.

Extreme guilt and pain overwhelmed the young man. He wanted to reach out and stop Su Shen from self-harming, but as soon as his fingertips touched Su Shen's soaked clothes, he was burned by the heart-wrenching death aura emanating from the other person and withdrew his hand.

Shen Chonglu stood at the back, his dark eyes as still as dead water.

Faced with the fate of being manipulated to death by a vicious scam and the tragedy of being separated from his loved ones forever, even he, who was used to bloodshed and killing, felt a huge weight pressing on his chest, so heavy that he could hardly breathe.

Inside the ward, only the muffled thuds of Su Shen kowtowing repeatedly and the desperate, painful wails that sounded like the low weeping of a vengeful ghost could be heard.

Blood spread around the dark urn, staining this reunion, which was two and a half months overdue, with the most striking crimson color.