Cheng Jiaoyue did not answer him. She took out the knife that she had hidden for a long time from under the quilt and slashed her throat. (T/N: OMG! This woman is so brave.)
The bed was instantly stained with blood.
Chu Dingfeng was stunned. He cursed and subconsciously ran over to press her wound with a quilt.
Cheng Jiaoyue had a fever, so the burning blood kept flowing out, soaking Chu Dingfeng’s hands.
Seeing that the person could not be saved, Chu Dingfeng threw away the quilt and said, “D*mn it! How could this happen?! They are all stupid women.”
In the room, Zhao Nana was half asleep when she heard the noise. She came out and saw her father in the kitchen. She quickly ran to the door of her parent’s room and saw Cheng Jiaoyue lying in a pool of blood.
“Mom!” Zhao Nana cried and ran to the bed, wanting to hug her mother.
Chu Dingfeng grabbed her and said, “Didn’t I tell you not to come in? You’re going to get pregnant, what if you get a fever?”
Zhao Nana shouted at the top of her lungs: “Let me go, what happened to my mother?”
Chu Dingfeng said: “She couldn’t hold on any longer. She felt that life was very painful, so she committed suicide.”
“Impossible!” Zhao Nana looked straight at Chu Dingfeng with hatred in her eyes.
Chu Dingfeng did not take this seriously. After all, Zhao Nana was just an 18-year-old girl with a weak character and could be bullied.
Even when she was given away by her father, she could only cry.
Chu Dingfeng said: “Nothing is impossible. If you don’t believe me, ask your father. I gave antipyretic medicine to both of them.”
Zhao Nana looked toward the kitchen and saw her father, who was impatiently swallowing the antipyretic medicine.
“Really?” She asked Chu Dingfeng in a hoarse voice.
Chu Dingfeng said: “Of course, it’s true. Why would I lie to you? Do I need to lie to you?”
‘Do I need to lie to you?’
What did she do to make this man despise her so much?
Zhao Nana was struck by lightning. Her expression was dull, and there was no light in her eyes anymore.
Chu Dingfeng: “Come with me quickly. Let your father clean up here. It might get colder tonight. Let’s throw some furniture into the fireplace and light a fire.”
Zhao Nana glanced at him, lowered her eyes, and said, “Okay.”
Chu Dingfeng was not a productive person, so the work of chopping furniture was done by Zhao Nana. She held a heavy ax and chopped the wooden chairs again and again.
Bang—
Bang—
After an unknown amount of time, the fireplace was lit.
Chu Dingfeng asked Zhao Nana to close the windows and drag the sofa to the fire.
Zhao Nana did as she was told and sat by the fire holding her brother who was tired of crying.
After a while, Zhao Darui approached cautiously and asked, “Leader, can I come over and warm myself by the fire?”
Chu Dingfeng said angrily: “You haven’t recovered from your illness yet. Do you want to pass on the doomsday disease to your children? Your son is only four years old, right? Can he bear it?”
Zhao Darui struggled, but finally, he turned around and went back to his room.
This night seemed particularly long.
Zhao Darui felt as if his fever had subsided because he felt cold.
His wife’s body was still lying on the wooden board. Because Zhao Darui was afraid of blood, he wrapped Cheng Jiaoyue’s body together with the bedding and quilt and pushed it to the ground.
He found two more quilts in the cabinet, neither of which was as thick as the one he used before.
Zhao Darui suddenly felt even colder. He wondered where to find the quilts to use, but then he lost all consciousness.
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