SFS Chapter 79 What is your purpose in returning to the Su family?
Chapter 79 What is your purpose in returning to the Su family?
Zhao Da Kuang's tone was firm, showing no intention of backing down.
As he said this, he deliberately emphasized the word "old man," his eyes filled with contempt and disdain.
It was as if the grandfather on the sickbed was just a stranger to him.
Tan Zhengchu felt a chill run down his spine when he saw his cold demeanor.
He was about to deliver a powerful punch.
Su Yingxue sensed the tense hostility between the two.
She gripped Tan Zhengchu's arm tightly, her voice trembling slightly, and said, "Zhengchu, don't be impulsive. Grandpa needs us to stay calm. We can't let things get worse."
Tan Zhengchu gritted his teeth, suppressing his anger.
But his eyes remained fixed on Zhao Da Kuang, like a cheetah eyeing its prey, ready to strike at any moment.
Su Yingxue took a deep breath, trying to calm the turbulent emotions surging within her.
She looked at Tan Zhengchu, her eyes filled with sadness: "Zhengchu, you should go back first. I'll stay here with Grandpa. I'll stay here and watch over things, so don't worry, I'll handle everything."
Tan Zhengchu frowned, looking at Su Yingxue with concern: "I'm worried about you. The situation here is too complicated; they clearly have ill intentions. How can I leave you here alone? What if they bully you?"
Su Yingxue gently shook her head, tightly grasped Tan Zhengchu's hands, and looked at him with sincere and firm eyes: "I know you're worried about me, but I have to stay. Grandpa is like this now, I can't leave him."
Don't worry, I won't let them bully me. I have my own bottom line.
You have work tomorrow, you can't let me delay it, the company needs you.
Looking at her resolute appearance, Tan Zhengchu felt a thousand regrets, but he was still moved by her determination.
He gently stroked Su Yingxue's hair, his eyes filled with tenderness and worry: "Baby, you must be careful. Especially that Zhao Da Kuang, he's wicked, you must never have a direct confrontation with him."
If anything happens, be sure to call me immediately, and I'll come right away.
Tan Zhengchu remained hesitant, standing at the door of the ward, his feet seemingly nailed to the spot, unwilling to leave.
Su Yingxue walked over and gently pushed him out, a hint of reluctance flashing in her eyes.
But her tone was unusually firm: "Go back quickly, don't worry about me. I'm fine here, I'll let you know if there are any new developments. I'll feel uneasy if you're delayed at work because of me."
Tan Zhengchu sighed helplessly, his eyes filled with longing: "Then you must be careful. I really can't bear to part with you. Once Grandpa's condition stabilizes, you should come home as soon as possible, okay?"
Su Yingxue nodded: "I know, you should go now. Stop being so fussy, like a little kid."
Tan Zhengchu gave Su Yingxue one last deep look, his gaze seemingly telling her to take good care of herself.
Then, he slowly turned and left.
With each step he took, he felt an immense weight. His heart was filled with worry for Su Yingxue.
Tan Zhengchu and Lao San entered the elevator.
The third brother said with some concern, "Big brother, will your sister-in-law be alright here alone?"
Tan Zhengchu watched the elevator doors slowly close, his eyes full of trust: "Yingxue has her own ideas, we should trust her."
As the elevator descended, Tan Zhengchu's heart was filled with reluctance to part with Su Yingxue.
But he knew that he had to respect her decision at this moment.
In the ward, Su Yingxue watched Tan Zhengchu's departing figure, a hint of reluctance flashing in her eyes.
She bit her lower lip tightly, trying to control the surging emotions in her heart. After taking a deep breath, she forcibly suppressed the longing and worry in her eyes.
She slowly turned around, her steps heavy as she stepped into the ward once again, filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant.
Inside the ward, various instruments flashed cold lights, and the monotonous beeping sound struck Su Yingxue's heart with each beep.
She turned her head to look at her grandfather on the hospital bed, and a flame-like light rekindled in her eyes.
She knew that she had to calm herself down and not let sadness and anger cloud her judgment.
She wanted to protect her grandfather, but more importantly, she wanted to uncover the truth behind his illness and not let him suffer in vain.
Su Yingqing sat on a chair in the corner of the ward, idly admiring her newly done nails.
The vibrant colors seemed out of place in the pale hospital room.
She frowned, muttering with disgust, "This hospital is filthy, full of germs. Staying here for too long will definitely leave you covered in bad luck."
Her eyes revealed urgency, like a bird trapped in a cage eager to escape, wishing she could leave this place she loathed immediately.
Zhao Da Kuang stood quietly by the window, like a cold, aloof iceberg.
His profile was as sharp as if carved by a knife, with harsh and cold lines, and every feature exuded a chilling aura.
His eyes were deep and cold, like a lone star in the cold night, radiating a chilling light that inspired awe, as if shutting out everything around him from his world.
Su Yingxue stared coldly at Zhao Dakang, her tone filled with undisguised suspicion: "Zhao Dakang, what exactly is your purpose in returning to the Su family? Don't use visiting Grandpa as an excuse, I don't believe it."
Zhao Dakang turned his head slightly, glancing at Su Yingxue out of the corner of his eye, and said in a low voice, "What's so strange about relatives visiting each other?"
Su Yingxue was speechless for a moment. Although she had a thousand questions in her mind, she could not find the right words to refute them. She could only bite her lip hard.
Su Yingqing carefully observed Zhao Dakang's expression, her heart pounding like a rabbit's.
She really didn't want to stay in this oppressive ward for even a second longer, but she was also afraid that leaving abruptly would anger Zhao Da Kuang.
Seeing that Zhao Da Kuang had no reaction, she felt as if she had been granted a pardon. She suddenly stood up and walked hurriedly toward the door.
After Su Yingqing left the ward, her back was already soaked with cold sweat, which felt chilly against her clothes.
The horrific scene kept replaying uncontrollably in her mind.
That day, the mother only complained about Zhao Da Kuang.
His men dragged him to the center of the courtyard like a dead dog.
The henchman's face was contorted with rage, his eyes as fierce as a wolf's. He raised his thick arm high and struck her mother's face.
With a loud "slap," the resounding sound of the slap echoed in the courtyard.
Blood instantly seeped from the corner of the mother's mouth, and her cheeks quickly became red and swollen.
Her mother's terrified eyes, her shrill screams, and the indifferent or fearful expressions of those around her haunted Su Yingqing like a nightmare demon.
Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest, each beat accompanied by deep fear.
She knew Zhao Da Kuang's methods were ruthless. In front of him, she was like a fragile ant, who could be mercilessly crushed at any moment.
Her legs trembled uncontrollably, and she felt weak with every step. She prayed repeatedly in her heart, "I hope I will never anger this devil again in this life. I must never provoke him again. He is too terrifying."