Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 229: Divorce Tomorrow

Chapter 229: Chapter 229: Divorce Tomorrow

Ward of Luo Qinghe.

The night was deep, and even the chirping of insects outside the window had faded, but the room remained brightly lit, filled with many people: Luo Qinghe’s parents and older brother, the three members of the Bai Wei family, Fu Han, and Nan Qing.

Luo Qinghe lay on the hospital bed, his face so pale it was even whiter than the snow-white sheets; not a trace of color could be found. His lips were so faintly colored they resembled pear blossom petals, just a step away from white.

Bai Wei sat closest to him. She leaned forward, resting her chin on the bed, and strived to maintain eye contact with Luo Qinghe, "Does it... does it hurt a lot?"

"If you stop crying, maybe it wouldn’t hurt so much." Luo Qinghe had intended to make a joke and smile, but as soon as he dared to form a smile, a piercing pain came from the wound on his back, and his expression uncontrollably turned into a mask of agony.

Luo Qiluo couldn’t stand seeing her son in such pain and, reaching out, she shoved Bai Wei aside, "Stop your fake concern here. If it weren’t for you, would my son be hurt?"

Caught off guard, Bai Wei was pulled to the ground, and pain shot through her eyes as she felt her buttocks smash into two.

"What are you doing?" Bai Qian, distressed, helped Bai Wei up, her beautiful face filled with anger.

"Stop arguing, stop arguing!" Li Huazhi hurriedly held back Luo Qiluo, "You can’t blame Bai Wei for this. The girl likes Qinghe, and all in all, this is between Qinghe and her."

This made perfect sense to Bai Qian, who immediately said, "Exactly, if my daughter were really splashed with sulfuric acid, she would indeed be the one victimized by your son, not the other way around."

That feeling of isolation welled up again in Luo Qiluo’s heart. She glared at Bai Qian with wide eyes, wishing she could swallow her whole.

Seeing the situation spiraling out of control, Li Huazhi grabbed Luo Qiluo and, with an apologetic face, said to Bai Qian, "Bai Qian, my wife is just overly worried about my son, please don’t take it to heart. It’s getting late; you should head back and rest."

With a cold snort, Bai Qian pulled Bai Wei and Fu Xingbo towards the door,

"Qinghe, you... take care and rest well. I’ll come see you again tomorrow." Bai Wei called out to Luo Qinghe anxiously as she was involuntarily dragged away.

In the blink of an eye, only the Li family of four remained in the ward. Luo Qiluo shook off Li Huazhi’s hand, her beautiful face unable to hide the hatred, "Li Huazhi, you’ve really gone too far. Defending that wretch Bai Qian in front of our child, do you even care about me at all?"

"Enough!" Li Huazhi’s face also darkened as he let out a cold snort and threw Luo Qiluo onto the sofa, "Will you ever give it a rest? I’ve told you many times that Bai Qian and I are not even friends anymore. Why must you make such a scene over nothing?"

"I’m making a scene?" Luo Qiluo struggled to her feet in a clumsy fashion, pointing at Li Huazhi’s nose, "Then tell me, knowing full well I dislike that little wretch Bai Wei, why did you agree to let Qinghe be with her?"

"Wretch, wretch!" Li Huazhi gritted his teeth as he glared at Luo Qiluo, "It seems you’ve completely forgotten your place, throwing around insults at the drop of a hat. Do you have any manners at all?"

"You’re speaking to me about manners now?" Luo Qiluo challenged coldly, her stunning face twisted with anger, "Even if I had the best manners, they’re now trampled under your feet. What use do I have for manners when I have to watch you flirt with another woman, smiling?"

"Flirting just by having a conversation?" Li Huazhi spun around in frustration, his tone unintentionally rising, "When Bai Qian speaks to me, how come her husband doesn’t jump around like you do?"

"What does he have to jump about?" Luo Qiluo snorted coldly from her nose, looking disdainfully at Li Huazhi, "Can I even compare to Bai Qian’s husband? Back when you were in school, Bai Qian wouldn’t give you the time of day, her husband’s far better than you in every aspect. It’s you who are jealous of him, not the other way around."

"What did you say?" Li Huazhi’s face went from red to white, then back to red, before he raised his hand and brought it down across Luo Qiluo’s face with a slap.

A clear handprint appeared on Luo Qiluo’s cheek, her face swelling up from the force of the slap.

Luo Qiluo, who was about to say something even more unpleasant, was silenced by the slap. She covered her face, staring dumbly at Li Huazhi as tears fell heavily. She looked pitiful, a far cry from her fierce temper moments earlier.

If she had cried a few minutes earlier, it might have worked, but her tears now didn’t soften Li Huazhi’s heart. Instead, his anger only grew stronger.

Impatiently waving his hand, he said, "Every day I deal with enough from the company, and then I come home to this nagging. I can’t live like this anymore. Tomorrow, we’re getting a divorce."

After uttering those words, Li Huazhi didn’t linger any longer and turned swiftly to leave, slamming the ward door behind him so hard it thundered.

Luo Qiluo’s face turned deathly pale in an instant, the red slap mark a stark contrast to her pallor. She collapsed on the floor, covering her face as she sobbed uncontrollably.

After all, he was her blood son. Li Qingjiang couldn’t stand by and offered her two pieces of tissue, "Mom, stop crying."

His words were meaningless and only stoked Luo Qiluo’s rage even further. She slapped away Li Qingjiang’s hand, "You all just watched as your dad bullied me, and now you want to play the good guys? I won’t accept it."

Li Qingjiang had never been able to handle his mother. Seeking help, he turned to Luo Qinghe, but unfortunately, Luo Qinghe had turned his head towards the window, opting for deliberate ignorance.

With no other option, he braced himself and tried to persuade her, "Mom, to be honest, I think you’re overreacting this time. I didn’t see dad treating Auntie Bai Qian any differently, but you lose your temper at the slightest provocation."

"I lose my temper?" Luo Qiluo, like a cat with its tail stepped on, shot up and glared at Li Qingjiang, "With your dad always standing up for Bai Qian and Bai Wei, those wretches, are you blind not to see it?"

Luo Qinghe, who had been silent since Bai Wei left, suddenly turned back with a blank expression and said to Luo Qiluo, "Mom, if you keep calling Bai Wei and her mother wretches, I won’t stand by and let it happen either."

"You..."

Luo Qinghe’s rage surged and he cut off Luo Qiluo’s words, "Because of your baseless suspicions, you insult others so. Tell me then, if Bai Wei is a wretch, and I like her, am I not even as good as a wretch?"