Goodbye, scumbag husband, the one who is not loved is the clown

Pei Sangyu fell into endless hell.

From that day on, he had a low-grade fever and his wounds had obviously improved, but he never really woke up.

Jiang Muheng was helpless. From a medical point of view, there was no problem with Pei Sangyu's recovery, but his mental condition was very bad.

A week passed, and the drowsy Pei Sangyu still showed no signs of waking up.

Mrs. Pei could no longer hold her temper and rushed to the hospital to ask Jiang Muheng what was going on.

Looking at the powerful Mrs. Pei, Jiang Muheng, who was used to respecting the elderly and loving the young and was a humble person, showed his coldness to an elder for the first time.

"Isn't Aunt Pei satisfied with this result?"

Mrs. Pei frowned, somewhat unconvinced that Jiang Muheng dared to question her directly like that.

She looked at Jiang Muheng and suddenly sneered, "Why? Even you are still obsessed with that little bitch?"

Jiang Muheng's expression grew even colder.

Mrs. Pei deserves great credit for Pei Sangyu's illness.

Jiang Muheng felt there was no need to say any more to Mrs. Pei, so he turned around and wanted to leave.

"Stop!" Mrs. Pei said coldly, "Since you can't cure my son, I can only transfer him to another hospital and find a more professional team."

Hearing this, Jiang Muheng's eyes became fierce, and he stared coldly at Madam Pei, "Sang Yu will be treated here, he won't go anywhere."

"I am Pei Sangyu's biological mother. Do I have the right to decide where he will receive treatment?"

"Really?" Jiang Muheng sneered, took out his mobile phone, clicked on a photo, and held it in front of Mrs. Pei.

"Did you see that? This is the confidentiality agreement Sang Yu signed a long time ago. This is to prevent you from taking him away as his biological mother if he becomes unconscious one day."

Mrs. Pei couldn't believe it.

"Is he crazy? Why would he sign such an agreement?" Mrs. Pei was so angry that her facial features were a little ferocious. "I carried him for ten months and gave birth to him. I have sacrificed so much for him over the years, and he would rather choose to trust you than me?"

"Yes, he would rather trust me than you, his biological mother." Jiang Muheng curled his lips with a cold smile, "Do you really not know the reason?"

Mrs. Pei's face froze.

Jiang Muheng took back his phone and turned to leave.

Mrs. Pei stood there in a daze.

After a while, she came back to her senses, raised her hand and touched her cheek, her fingertips were wet.

She looked at the tears on her fingertips and chuckled to herself. Then she took out her cell phone and dialed a number.

"It's me." Her voice was cold, her eyes full of calculation, "If you still want to be the young lady of the Pei family, then meet me."

...

When Jiang Muheng returned to the ward again, the bed was empty.

He hurried to find the nurse, but the nurse said she had not seen Pei Sangyu.

He called Zhou Jing.

"I'm with Mr. Pei." Zhou Jing said in a heavy tone on the other end of the phone.

"Zhou Jing, are you crazy too? How can he run around in his current physical condition?!"

"Boss Pei insisted that I bring him back to see him."

Hearing this, Jiang Muheng was slightly stunned.

After a moment, he sighed heavily, "I see. Keep an eye on him. I'll be right over."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Muheng picked up the emergency kit, took some first aid medicine, and hurried to the villa.

...

Ten days have passed since the fire.

The villa was left with only ruins, and a cordon was set up around the perimeter.

Zhou Jing parked the car outside the cordon, got out and walked to the back seat, opened the door, and helped Pei Sangyu down.

Pei Sangyu was wearing a hospital gown with a long black windbreaker on the outside. His thin body slowly approached the ruins step by step.

Seeing him about to cross the cordon, Zhou Jing said anxiously, "Boss Pei, you can't go any further."

This kind of villa that was burned by fire is at risk of collapse at any time.

But Pei Sangyu obviously didn't care at all, and he didn't stop.

Zhou Jing ran over and reached out to stop him, "Boss Pei."

"Let go." Pei Sangyu waved his hand away, his dark eyes fixed on one spot, "I just want to confirm..."

Confirm what?

Zhou Jing followed his gaze and was suddenly startled.

That is……

Pei Sangyu walked into the courtyard gate that was deformed by the fire and headed towards the small vegetable garden where Xu Jiayun had planted cherry tomatoes with her own hands.

The surrounding flowers, plants and trees were all burned to black ashes.

But in that small vegetable patch, there was still a trace of green leaves hidden in the ashes.

Pei Sangyu knelt on the ground with his tall body and back hunched dejectedly, and his trembling hands gently and bit by bit he brushed away the ashes.

A complete small tomato seedling stands tenaciously in the sun.

When Jiang Muheng arrived, he just saw Pei Sangyu slowly standing up.

He turned around, and Jiang Muheng saw that he was holding something carefully in his hands.

Only when I got closer could I see that it was a seedling.

It was a very inconspicuous little thing, and Jiang Muheng didn't even know what kind of plant it was.

"what is this?"

Pei Sangyu smiled and handed the seedling to Jiang Muheng, "These are the tomatoes she planted herself."

His voice was hoarse and his tone was so smug that anyone who didn't know him would think he was holding a rare treasure that was hard to come by in a thousand years.

But it was clearly just an inconspicuous seedling.

Pei Sangyu didn't care about other people's reactions. He held the seedling to his chest and looked at it intently with his head down.

Jiang Muheng frowned.

He knew that Pei Sangyu was ill again.

...

Six years later.

Two thousand kilometers away from Yuecheng, there is a southern city called "Sunset Town" on the peninsula. It is under the jurisdiction of Xingcheng and is an inconspicuous marginal town.

One side of the town is backed by a mountain, and around the mountain is the Xingcheng urban area. On the other side is the inner harbor coast. The old wharf with a history of over a hundred years is always moored with fishing boats. Most of the villagers here make a living from the sea.

The lush green path extends along the coastline to the residential area at the foot of the mountain.

The architectural style is basically the same, with red-roofed self-built houses, fenced courtyards, and single-family houses. Most of the houses are one-story or two-story, and there are rarely three-story houses. If there are any, they are considered the richest people in the town.

The only "richest person" in the town is an old Chinese doctor named Hua Jinyue. She has superb medical skills. Although she is over 70 years old, she is still in good health. The locals respectfully call her Grandma Hua, and many outsiders come to seek medical treatment.

Six years ago, this old lady Hua accepted a female apprentice, and it is said that the female apprentice is even better than her teacher.

Over the past six years, the master and apprentice have used their superb Chinese medicine skills to save five years from death for many cancer patients.

It's another irritable morning:

"I already told you I won't be seeing patients today, are you done yet? Aunt Qiuyue, stop climbing! There's a pigpen behind that. If you fall in like Aunt San, I won't save you!"

"...Hey, hey, hey! Lin Agou, why are you joining in the fun? That shelf flower is used by the old lady to dry medicinal herbs! If you step on it, your life will be in danger, I tell you!"

It's noisy and noisy, and it's almost like this every weekend morning before things calm down.

The window of the room on the east side of the third floor was slightly open, and the breeze blew, causing the white gauze curtains to flutter slightly.

Ayuan's angry voice came into the room very clearly.

Granny Hua, with her silver hair neatly combed up, closed the acupuncture bag and looked up at the window.

The old man shook his head and sighed, "Ayuan has such a fierce temper that I'm afraid no one will dare to marry her in the future."

"I think it's good for her like this." Xu Jiayun sat on the bed, leaning against a Chinese medicine pillow.

Her voice was soft and her delicate face was fair with a rosy glow, the result of Grandma Hua's careful conditioning over the years.

Granny Hua turned her gaze towards Xu Jiayun and looked at her carefully before sighing again, "Compared to you, Ah Yuan's personality is better. You..."

The old man shook his head. "Too boring."

Xu Jiayun: “…”

Grandma Hua is a nice person with good medical skills, but she has a sharp tongue.