She won't clear her name; she'll throw away all the scum.

Yu Hongzhen immediately replied, "Yes, I will only marry Comrade Chen Xianghong in my life."

Yu's mother stopped crying and started cursing Yu Qingqing, the troublemaker, in front of Yu's father's sickbed: "Yu Qingqing, are you still my daughter? Why do you always side with outsiders? What kind of good family is the Chen family that makes you risk exposing your own injuries to help them?"

"Don't forget, you're mentally ill. Do you have any right to speak about our family matters? Can't you just stay quiet and mute? Your father and I have our own plans for your brother's marriage. Why do we need you to get involved?"

"She just sent you a letter. Your brother has already repaid her for that favor by finding her a good job. Is it not enough for him to do this? Do you have something wrong with your head? You can't even understand something this simple. Your brother has a better girl to match him now."

Yu Qingqing raised her head, her eyes completely expressionless: "I've always been mentally ill."

It was like punching cotton. Yu Qingqing didn't hear a single word of what her mother said. All she heard was her mother saying that Yu Qingqing was mentally ill, and then she nonchalantly admitted it.

At this moment, Yu's mother wanted to slap herself a few times. Why did she listen to Yu Hongzhen and bring this mentally ill person along? She could have just locked her in the room, left her some water and biscuits, and she wouldn't have died. Why did she have to bring her along to make herself angry?

She asked viciously, "When are you going to die? Do you know that you're a disgrace to me and your father? Since you went to the countryside, why didn't you die there? Why did you have to come back? I feel disgusted just looking at you. I wish I could just kill you."

Yu Qingqing had heard these words countless times at home. She knew that her own mother wanted to force her to die, and she had thought about dying countless times, but she was unwilling to do so.

Why can her parents, who are like that, live such good lives, with dignity and praise? Such vicious people should die in the most painful way, that would be fair. Why can they live better than her? And even better than her hardworking older brother?

She was unwilling to accept this. If she died, it would truly be as they wished. She wanted to live, to leave a thorn in their hearts, to tarnish their respectable lives, and simply not to let them live well.

This was the first time Yu Hongzhen had ever heard his mother utter such undisguisedly vicious words, especially to her own daughter. The blatant malice wasn't just something she said in a fit of anger; judging from her expression, it was her true feeling.

She just wanted Yu Qingqing to die.

"Mom, do you want to go see a doctor?"

Upon hearing this, Yu's mother calmed down and didn't care about her daughter's disgusted expression. Anyway, she had no expectations of Yu Qingqing. What was there to expect from a mentally ill person? Her son was much more considerate. She told her to go and treat her wounds as well, "It's okay, Mom doesn't hurt."

Yu Hongzhen shook his head. "That's not what I meant. I wanted you to see a psychiatrist. Your mental state is even more like that of a mental patient than Qingqing's. I think you have a problem, and you seem to be in a more serious condition."

Yu's mother: "Yu Hongzhen, I'm your mother! Don't you have any conscience? You're calling me mentally ill?"

Yu Hongzhen nodded: "Really, I think you really look like her, even more like Qingqing. The way you're saying this and your emotions are so intense, it sounds like you have a mental illness. You should go and get checked out. I even think that this mental illness didn't develop after Qingqing went to the countryside, but was inherited from you."

Naturally, Yu Hongzhen was slapped by his mother, who told both of them to get out.

The two walked out of the hospital one after the other.

Yu Qingqing took a deep breath. Even a cemetery felt comfortable without her mother around. "Brother, where are we going?"