RPAGF Chapter 192: Explain it yourself.
Chapter 192: Explain it yourself.
“Xingze, no matter what, you shouldn’t solve problems this way. You’re still young, your life has just begun, and you’ll ruin yourself by doing this.”
Fu Xingze suddenly turned his head, staring straight at Lin Qingran with eyes full of resentment.
“My life was ruined the moment you abandoned me. What’s the point of you coming here now to pretend to care about me? I don’t need your sympathy.”
Lin Qingran was speechless, choked by her son's words. Her lips trembled slightly, and tears streamed down her face.
Bo Ye, who couldn't stand it any longer, stepped forward and said to Fu Xingze.
“Fu Xingze, you can’t treat your mother like this. She has always cared about you, and when she heard about your accident, she rushed over without hesitation. You should reflect on your behavior instead of blaming others.”
Fu Xingze glanced at Bo Ye with disdain. "Who are you? You have no right to speak here."
Susukino frowned, but still held back from lashing out.
Lin Qingran took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She looked at Fu Xingze and said earnestly.
“Xingze, there were compelling reasons why Mom left back then. But now we need to find a way to make amends. Tell Mom if you have any difficulties or concerns. Let’s work together to find a solution.”
Fu Xingze was silent for a moment, then spoke slowly.
“There’s no reason why, I just hate you all. I hate this family, and I want to destroy it completely.”
Lin Qingran closed her eyes in despair. She knew that the resentment in her son's heart was too deep to be resolved in a short time.
After leaving the police station, Lin Qingran returned to the hospital with Bo Ye, looking dejected.
Throughout the journey, her eyes were vacant, as if she were a walking corpse, oblivious to everything around her.
Susukino looked at her with concern, but didn't know how to comfort her, so he just stayed by her side silently.
As soon as Lin Qingran stepped into the hospital, her phone rang abruptly. It was a call from the hospital informing her that Fu Xiuheng had woken up.
In an instant, a glint flashed in her eyes, and her previously blank expression showed a slight change. She then hurriedly ran towards the ward, with Bo Ye following closely behind.
Rushing into the ward, Lin Qingran saw Fu Xiuheng lying half-reclined on the bed, his face as pale as paper, his eyes empty and confused, and his lips bloodless and slightly cracked.
She walked quickly to the bedside, her voice trembling slightly with anxiety and excitement.
"You're finally awake. Do you remember what happened before you fainted? Tell me quickly, the more details the better."
Fu Xiuheng slowly turned his head, his gaze focusing on Lin Qingran. After a long silence, he slowly spoke, his voice hoarse and cold.
"You came."
Ignoring his cold attitude, Lin Qingran spoke urgently.
“Fu Xiuheng, Xingze is still young. We can’t let him stay in the juvenile detention center for the rest of his life. It will ruin his life. We have to find a way to get him out. We have to save him no matter what.”
Her eyes were full of pleading and expectation. She gripped Fu Xiuheng's arm tightly with both hands, her fingers turning slightly white from the force, and her body leaned forward.
Fu Xiuheng remained expressionless, his eyes as cold as a stagnant pool, and said coldly.
“He deserves to be punished for doing such a heinous thing, and I won’t interfere.” His lips were pressed into a straight line, his brows were slightly furrowed, and his eyes showed no wavering.
She then added, "Qingran, you came to the hospital to see me, was it just for Fu Xingze? Don't you care about me at all?"
Lin Qingran stared wide-eyed at Fu Xiuheng in disbelief, her anger flaring up instantly.
Her face flushed red, and the veins on her forehead bulged out, like earthworms wriggling under her skin.
She yelled, "He's your son! How could you be so heartless? Are you just going to watch his life be ruined?"
Fu Xiuheng turned his head away, no longer looking at her, his tone still indifferent.
"This was his own choice, and he must be responsible for his actions."
A fleeting, almost imperceptible pain flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly masked by indifference. His hands gripped the blanket tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white.
Lu An watched from the side and knew something was wrong.
Fu Xiuheng may have had another relapse.
However, Lin Qingran, in her rage, clearly didn't realize this, and by then, it was too late to stop it.
Lin Qingran's body trembled slightly with anger. She glanced around and saw a glass of cold water on the table. Without thinking, she picked it up and splashed it on Fu Xiuheng's face.
Water streamed down his cheeks, soaking his hospital gown.
"Wake up! He's just a child. We failed to raise him properly; we are the ones who are to blame!"
Lin Qingran's voice echoed throughout the ward, her eyes burning with anger and heartache. Her chest heaved violently as she gasped for breath.
Fu Xiuheng was jolted awake by the cold water. He slowly turned his head to look at Lin Qingran, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes—anger, helplessness, and a barely perceptible pain. His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but then swallowed it back.
A hint of confusion appeared in his eyes, as if he were pondering Lin Qingran's words.
The ward was filled with a suffocating tension. The two glared at each other, neither willing to back down.
Susukino stood to the side, his brows furrowed, wanting to offer advice but unsure where to begin.
He sighed helplessly, his eyes filled with worry.
After a long while, Fu Xiuheng slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down.
When he opened his eyes again, the indifference in his eyes had faded slightly, replaced by a deep weariness and helplessness.
"Qingran, do you think I really don't want to save him? But the crimes he committed are too serious; it's not something we can do whatever we want."
His voice was low and hoarse, filled with endless helplessness, and his eyes were full of vicissitudes.
Looking at Fu Xiuheng, Lin Qingran's anger gradually subsided, replaced by deep sorrow.
She knew Fu Xiuheng was right, but she couldn't accept giving up on Fu Xingze like that.
"Fu Xiuheng, I'm begging you, please think of another way. There must be other ways to help him; we can't just give up like this."
Her voice was choked with sobs, her eyes filled with a mixture of despair and grief, and tears streamed down her cheeks, dripping onto the back of Fu Xiuheng's hand.
Fu Xiuheng remained silent, staring blankly at the ceiling, as if lost in deep thought.
Lin Qingran stood by the bed, tears streaming down her face.
Bo Ye stepped forward and gently patted Lin Qingran's shoulder, offering her some comfort.
"Jiuge, don't panic, let's think of another way together."
Lin Qingran nodded slightly and wiped away her tears with her hand.
He said fiercely to Fu Xiuheng, "Fine, Fu Xiuheng, don't regret it. Although Fu Xingze has made some mistakes, and I have indeed made up my mind not to have him anymore, he is my flesh and blood. I can't just watch him be ruined like this. I will tell Old Master Fu everything you did today. You'd better find a way to explain yourself!"