Before the even angrier and more agitated voice of Lin Chuluo came from the other end of the phone, Zhou Si moved the receiver away from his ear and pressed the hang - up button.
He wasn't in the mood to listen to Lin Chuluo losing his temper.
Zhou Si's eyes were cold and dispassionate. He watched as the nurse not far away leaned over and whispered something into Ming Qiao's ear. She nodded, and then the nurse wheeled her away from the grassy area.
It seemed they were back from the walk.
Zhou Si crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the window, looking at the door of the ward leisurely.
He was looking forward to it.
A few minutes later, as expected, the door was pushed open.
The moment the woman in the wheelchair entered and looked up to see the man standing by the window, her eyes flickered slightly.
It was him.
Even though many years had passed, that familiar and loathsome face was still engraved in her memory.
He was the son of that mistress!
So, he was really still alive!
Almost visibly, Ming Qiao's expression changed rapidly. First, it was a look of confusion, then shock, and finally panic.
She stretched out her hand and pointed at his face, but all that came out of her throat were inarticulate, hoarse sounds; she couldn't utter a single word.
"Long time no see, Aunt Qiao." Zhou Si squinted his eyes and smiled faintly. "Do you still remember me? I came here specifically to visit you today."
Ming Qiao's pupils dilated violently. She turned her head in panic. The nurse was also startled. "Sir, could you please leave first? The patient doesn't seem to be in a good state."
Zhou Si replied, "Not in a good state? She seems fine to me."
He took a few steps forward and said in a gentle voice, "Aunt Qiao is very happy to see me, isn't she? I'm also very happy. I didn't expect that we'd have the chance to meet again in this lifetime."
His voice was calm, but it carried a hint of hostility that seemed to have crawled out of hell, exuding a deep chill.
It was hatred.
Ming Qiao's eyes widened. Unable to move her lower body, her upper body trembled violently like a sieve, as if she had seen a plague god.
"Don't be so excited, Aunt Qiao." Zhou Si took out a cigarette, squinted his eyes as he lit it, and blew out a smoke ring. He looked unruly and mischievous.
Like a child who had done something bad and was gloating, he said, "You should be happy about this reunion, seeing that the dog you once raised is still alive and well, right?"
Ming Qiao's back stiffened.
Yes, she remembered.
Back then, she had locked the young Zhou Si in a closed apartment and sent people to watch over him, not allowing him to move around freely. Occasionally, when she went to see him, she even said that he was a dog she had raised.
These memories were engraved in Zhou Si's mind like knife cuts.
Every time he thought about them, he was filled with hatred!
The nurse sensed something was wrong and immediately turned around and left the room to find someone to help. Suddenly, only the two of them were left in the ward.
Ming Qiao's face turned ashen. She wanted to escape, but her legs couldn't exert any strength. She was so anxious that cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and she could only stare at him in place.
Looking at the once - elegant and noble woman reduced to such a state, Zhou Si didn't feel satisfied.
It wasn't enough. Far from enough!
Zhou Si held the cigarette between his well - defined fingers, took another puff, and then said casually, "Don't be so excited. I won't take your life."
He sat down on the chair in the corner of the room, crossed his legs, and leaned back lazily. "I just came to talk to you."
Looking at Ming Qiao's terrified expression, Zhou Si cracked his knuckles, making a crisp sound. "Surprised, aren't you? I'm still alive, and I've even returned to the Lin family."
"Now, Lin Chuluo has almost been stripped of his power. Soon, the Lin family will be inherited by me."
Ming Qiao closed her eyes and clenched her fists tightly. There was deep regret in her eyes.
Back then, when she learned that she was pregnant, while overjoyed, she also instructed her subordinates to keep a close eye on Zhou Si.
Old Master Lin was naturally suspicious and favored sons over daughters. Before she could be sure whether the child in her womb was a boy or a girl, she had to clear all obstacles for her child.
Although Zhou Si had been deprived of his freedom, he could still guess from these people that Ming Qiao was pregnant. Whether to kill him or not completely depended on the gender of the child in her womb.
So, he had long prepared an escape route and managed to escape from those people's hands.
All for this day.
"Aunt Qiao, I've got some good news for you. Your daughter - in - law is pregnant."
His eyes were smiling. "And just as lucky as you were back then, she's having a boy."
Hearing this, Ming Qiao let out a sigh of relief.
As long as Lin Chuluo could have a son, Zhou Si's status wouldn't surpass his.
Seeing the obvious relaxation on her face, Zhou Si's smile grew wider. He looked down at his watch. "However, half an hour ago, I just sent your daughter - in - law to the abortion operating table."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Ming Qiao's face instantly changed. The anger in her eyes almost overflowed. With deep hatred, she stared fixedly at Zhou Si.
"Oh, are you angry now?" Zhou Si clapped his hands and continued with a smile. "It's just a grandson. You can have another one later, right?"
He paused for a moment, then pretended to just remember. "I almost forgot. The doctor just said that Jiang Xixi has a weak constitution. Once she has an abortion by curettage, she won't be able to have children for the rest of her life."
"Your grandson might never be born."
Ming Qiao's face turned livid. Her teeth gritted, making a creaking sound. Her throat gurgled, emitting an unpleasant, hoarse noise, like sandpaper rubbing.
"I haven't finished yet. Why are you in such a hurry?" Zhou Si slowly threw the cigarette butt on the ground and then stepped on it with his foot, extinguishing it with the sole of his shoe.
"I haven't seen you for a few years, and you've had a car accident. You've ended up in this state where you can't walk and can't speak clearly. It's really a pity."
Zhou Si took a few steps forward, lowered his voice, and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Aunt Qiao, do you really think the car accident three years ago was an accident?"
These words were like a bomb that fell from the sky and exploded in Ming Qiao's mind!
Her breathing was completely irregular. Her chest heaved up and down continuously. She opened her mouth, trying to roar, but all that came out were annoying and disgusting noises.
"You're so noisy." Zhou Si rubbed his ears and looked at her with a half - smile. "Do you regret now that you didn't kill this dog of mine?"
"I'm kinder than you, Aunt Qiao. I don't want you to die. If you die, it will all be over. How can you watch me take everything away, right?"
Ming Qiao struggled with her upper body, trying to rush over and beat him. But her strength was limited. Before she could grab the corner of Zhou Si's clothes, she and the wheelchair fell directly to the ground.
With a thud, Ming Qiao's whole body hit the cold floor. The pain made her let out a muffled groan. Her eyes were blood - red as she still stared fixedly at Zhou Si!
Zhou Si was, of course, familiar with this look.
It was a look full of hatred, wishing him dead!
"Good. Keep staring at me like this. Anyway, you can't do anything."
He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at the woman on the ground with a cold expression.