My ex-husband was in so much pain after I left

Lu Shaoqin called Yan Zijin originally to ask about the situation eight years ago.

He didn't expect to hear Yan Zijin's broken down crying on the phone. He was afraid that she would be too emotional and affect her condition, so he didn't say anything, and hung up the phone.

Then, another call came in, it was Shen Cong.

Lu Shaoqin frowned. He was just about to call Shen Cong and ask him to find out about the kidnapping incident eight years ago, but now that he is calling, is something wrong with the company?

Raising his hand to pick it up, the man's voice was full of exhaustion: "Hello?"

"Mr. Lu, the police just called and said that the murderer who killed Mr. Lu has been found!"

Lu Shaoqin was hit hard again.

He pressed his temples, looked at the ward that was still undergoing treatment, leaned his back against the wall, and took a deep breath.

After the feeling of palpitations passed, he continued to speak: "Who is it?"

"Mr. Lu, are you... all right?"

Sensing that something was wrong, Shen Cong asked worriedly.

"Shen Cong, tell me, if the results of the investigation show that the murderer who killed Grandpa has nothing to do with Madam, then I treated her like that and killed her..."

"Am I a beast?"

Shen Cong was terrified by the man's calm but strange tone.

He quickly persuaded him: "In the situation at that time, all the evidence pointed to Madam. It is normal for you to be emotional for a while."

"And the wife is pregnant with a child. This is something that no one thought of. It can only be said that it was an accident."

"Accident...is it an accident?"

Lu Shaoqin clenched his fists, trying to calm himself down.

Even so, there was always a shadow in his heart.

"It's...it was an accident, and you didn't think about it, Mr. Lu. However, you were really too excited at the time, Mr. Lu...Even the police said that the case needs further investigation..."

"Yes, if I had a little more trust in her, it wouldn't be what it is now!"

Lu Shaoqin muttered to himself, and Shen Cong listened silently on the other end of the phone. Although he was complaining in his heart, he didn't dare to speak provocatively.

Lu Shaoqin tightly closed his eyes and leaned his back against the wall to barely maintain a standing posture.

"Tell me, why can't I give her a little more trust?"

Lu Shaoqin's words were full of sadness, self-blame, and pain...

He gritted his teeth and looked at the door of the ward with red eyes, as if he could see the painful people inside through the solid door.

"I... killed my own child with my own hands."

"Tiger poison does not eat its offspring, but I... am not even as good as a beast!"

When the last fig leaf was pulled away violently, Lu Shaoqin realized how deeply he had hurt Yan Jiuli.

He thought that he had restrained his hatred enough, and was even willing to tolerate her willfulness and forgive her for making trouble out of no reason.

But it turned out that her body was already scarred.

It was he who kept gouging out her flesh and blood in the name of hatred, and the exposed wound had long since rotted to the point where the bones could be seen.

But he ignored her pain and enjoyed her tenderness.

So despicable and arrogant, without knowing it.

"Ayan...will she forgive me?"

Through the door, Lu Shaoqin rested his head on it, as if he could feel the breath of the woman inside the door.

Shen never knew whether Mr. Lu was asking him or his wife.

On the other end of the phone, he didn't even dare to breathe too hard, for fear of disturbing Mr. Lu.

"Who is the murderer who killed Grandpa?"

It took a long time before Lu Shaoqin asked.

"It's... Aunt Zhong."

"Aunt Zhong?" Lu Shaoqin repeated in disbelief, the veins on his forehead twitching.

"Yes, Aunt Zhong...the child was taken away and threatened. The police are now looking for the mastermind behind the scenes."

"Then Ah Yan... why is there poison in Madam's porridge? Could it be that someone framed her?"

"According to Aunt Zhong's self-report, when she buys vegetables, she puts the poison and the chicken together. I'm afraid Madam used the poisoned chicken to make shredded chicken porridge, that's why..."

Lu Shaoqin couldn't help but let out a sob in his throat.

It was obviously so painful, but he had nowhere to vent his sadness.

Just at this time, a woman's cry came from the ward.

"what!"

Lu Shaoqin kicked the door open and rushed in.

I saw Yan Jiuli lying on the bed, holding something in the air with his hands weakly, shouting: "Trust me, no, Lu Shaoqin, I can't go to jail, I'm pregnant with your child..."

Lu Shaoqin rushed forward, hugged the woman in the nightmare tightly, and asked, "What's wrong with her?"

The psychologist explained: "In the process of psychotherapy, patients will recall some painful things. This situation is inevitable and needs to be guided slowly."

"When the patient vents his emotions, the mental state will gradually recover."

"Is there no other way?"

Lu Shaoqin's eyes were red, and his face was slightly distorted.

"What we can do is try our best to appease the patients."

"Actually, the current state is already very good. After all, treatment requires a certain process."

"But she was in pain."

"Mr. Lu, Mrs. Zun... When experiencing these encounters, it is even more painful."

The doctor sighed helplessly.

Lu Shaoqin was stunned. With trembling hands, he gently stroked Yan Jiuli's sweaty bangs on the bed, who was still in a nightmare.

The woman frowned, tears dripping down the corners of her eyes.

He kept murmuring, "Trust me..."

Lu Shaoqin's chest heaved violently, his distressed fingertips curled up, and he didn't even dare to touch the woman in front of him again.

It's him!

It's him!
Three years, what the hell has he done!
How could he treat his savior like this!

How could he be so cruel?
She regards him as the only light in her life!
But he let this light become a reminder to push her into the abyss.

How cruel, and how hateful!

The psychiatrist had finished treating him at this moment, he pulled the man up, opened the door and walked out.

Lu Shaoqin let the doctor pull him out, stood outside the ward, bowed his head without saying a word.

"Mr. Lu, after Madam Venerable has vented, her emotions will ease."

"This is only the first stage of treatment, and the follow-up will be a long process. You must be mentally prepared to support Mrs. Madam together with us."

"I will."

Lu Shaoqin gritted his teeth and said, "I will be nice to her. In this life, I will only be nice to her."

The doctor didn't understand the love and hatred between the two, but Yan Jiuli's state had a lot to do with the man in front of him.

From the bottom of his heart, he despised the man in front of him.

But after all, this is the matter of the two of them. As a doctor, he has no right to say anything.

In the end, he could only sigh and say, take good care of her.

and left.

Lu Shaoqin felt discouraged and sat slumped on a chair in the corridor without moving for a long time.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

Lu Shaoqin unconsciously pressed the answer button. Inside, the sound of thunder and rain mixed with Yan Zijin's miserable crying.

"Brother Shaoqin, it's me. I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for my sister... I will apologize with death. Take good care of my sister for me!"