webnovelfull Chapter 465 The Child Killed by His Own Mother 7
Chapter 465 The Child Killed by His Own Mother 7
In the living room, Lin Jiansheng was still tightly gripping Zhong Lifang's neck. Zhong Lifang's face had turned purple, and her struggles were getting weaker and weaker.
“Lin Jiansheng…you…you’re insane…” she managed to squeeze out a few words.
“Yes, I’ve gone mad.” Lin Jiansheng grinned maliciously. “You drove me mad.”
at this time--
"dad."
Qingmo stabbed him in the lower back with a knife.
"Daddy, you can't bully Mommy!"
These two mentally ill people can't die so quickly.
"you……"
His voice was stuck in his throat, a sharp pain shot through his lower back, and warm liquid trickled down his clothes.
Zhong Lifang immediately took the opportunity to push him away and took deep breaths of fresh air.
This madman!
She almost thought she was going to be strangled to death.
The living room fell into dead silence.
Lin Jiansheng collapsed onto the sofa, his blood staining the off-white fabric.
When Zhong Lifang came to her senses, she immediately pounced on Qingmo and snatched the knife from her hand.
“120…call an ambulance…” She frantically searched for her phone.
Unable to find it immediately, she felt like she was about to explode, her heart burning with anger.
Seeing Qingmo standing there dumbfounded in front of her, she got angry. If it weren't for her, none of this would have happened.
She raised her hand as if to slap Qingmo.
"what!"
Unexpectedly, Qingmo pulled out a pair of sharp scissors from her back and stabbed her hand hard, instantly piercing her palm.
Hehe! That's fair now.
Zhong Lifang's scream shattered the deathly silence of the living room.
She staggered backward, staring incredulously at the gleaming pair of scissors in her palm—
The knife tip pierced through the palm, and blood dripped through the gaps between the fingers.
"you you……"
Her lips trembled, and she looked at Qingmo as if she were looking at a monster.
Qingmo tilted her head and gave a naive smile: "Mom, that's not right!"
"I'm the one who saved you, how dare you hit me?!"
Zhong Lifang's mind was buzzing; fear finally overwhelmed her anger.
She finally realized—something was wrong with this child.
Lin Jiansheng clutched the wound on his lower back, his face pale, but he still struggled to get up.
He weakly roared, "What the hell are you all dawdling about? Make a call!"
Seriously, call him! If you don't, he'll suspect he's about to die!
Lin Jiansheng's voice finally brought Zhong Lifang back to her senses. Trembling, she went to find her phone and dialed 120.
"Ambulance...come quickly...my husband is injured..." Her voice trembled, but her eyes were fixed on Qingmo.
"This is room 901, No. xx, xx Road".
Qingmo stood obediently in place, even giving her a sweet smile: "Mom, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."
Zhong Lifang felt cold all over.
This child...something's not right.
She looked down at the scissors stuck in her hand, blood staining half of her sleeve.
Lin Jiansheng was curled up on the sofa, his face pale, and his shirt was soaked with blood from his lower back.
This family has gone completely mad.
The father is crazy, the mother is insane, and the son is eccentric; this family of three can't even produce a normal person.
After the ambulance arrived.
This is what the medical staff saw when they broke down the door—
Lin Jiansheng lay half-dead on the sofa, blood streaming from his lower back.
Zhong Lifang leaned against the wall, her face pale, her hand pierced by scissors.
- Qingmo, a little girl who looks only seven or eight years old, is sitting obediently to the side, holding a tissue in her hand, seemingly wanting to help her mother wipe away the blood.
"What happened?!" the doctor asked, frowning.
"I...I didn't mean to..." Zhong Lifang was about to make up an excuse when Qingmo spoke first—
"Dad tried to strangle Mom, and I accidentally hurt Dad when I was trying to save Mom."
Her voice was soft and sweet, and her eyes were innocent.
"Then my mom got angry and tried to hit me, but she fell down and cut her hand on the scissors."
The doctor and nurses looked at each other, clearly not believing the explanation.
But saving lives was the priority, so they quickly lifted Lin Jiansheng onto a stretcher, and the mother and daughter went to the hospital with him.
Lin Jiansheng was taken into the operating room, while Zhong Lifang was taken away for bandaging.
Qingmo sat on a bench in the corridor, swinging her legs, looking completely harmless.
She couldn't help but sigh.
Oh! Her broken home.
When a nurse passed by, she couldn't help but squat down and ask her, "Little girl, are you scared being here all alone? Where are your parents?"
Qingmo pointed in the direction of the operating room and gave a sweet smile.
The nurse ruffled her hair: "Good girl, you wait here, okay? Don't run around."
"Okay!" Qingmo nodded vigorously and watched the nurse leave.
The lights in the operating room were still on.
When Zhong Lifang returned after bandaging her hand, she saw Qingmo sitting alone on a bench, and a chill ran down her spine.
She hesitated for a moment, then walked over and sat down in the seat furthest from Qingmo.
"Mom, does your hand still hurt?" Qingmo suddenly asked, her voice soft.
Zhong Lifang froze, instinctively hiding her hands behind her back: "No, it doesn't hurt anymore..."
"That's good."
"Mom, let's live a good life from now on, just like Dad said."
"Yunyun..." Zhong Lifang asked tentatively, "Do you... hate your parents?"
Qingmo tilted her head, seemingly confused: "Why should I hate you? Yunyun loves Mom and Dad the most."
She jumped off the bench, walked up to Zhong Lifang, and reached out her little hand to touch her face.
Zhong Lifang instinctively backed away.
Qingmo's hand froze in mid-air, her eyes dimming: "Mom... are you afraid of me?"
"But I did it to save you! Mom, I'm so sad to see you like this!"
Zhong Lifang felt somewhat embarrassed.
Yes! She's still a child, what did she do wrong?
Her daughter was only trying to save her, and she actually wanted to take her anger out on her daughter and beat her up. She deserves to die.
Zhong Lifang forced a smile, "Yunyun, I'm sorry, Mommy is just... a little tired."
"Oh."
Qingmo withdrew her hand and obediently sat back on the bench. "Then Mom, you can rest. I'll wait for Dad here."
Zhong Lifang looked at her, her heart filled with mixed feelings.
What exactly happened to this child?
It's very strange.