Chapter 430 - Chapter 430: The Marriage Falls Apart

Chapter 430: The Marriage Falls Apart

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Rong Tianshi flung Wang Qing to the ground, his breaths coming in jagged, hot gasps. “Borrowed? Advanced payment? Do you think you can fool me? Feiyu just debuted; how could she possibly command such a high appearance fee? You deceitful woman, I’ve really misjudged you! Give me back my shares! Return them to me now!”

His eyes bulged, and his demeanor teetered on the brink of madness.

Wang Qing clutched the floor beneath her, her expression one of bitter restraint. To Rong Tianshi, her actions looked like an admission of guilt. The desire to throttle her welled up within him. He lunged at her, seizing a handful of her hair and gripping her neck with both hands, his teeth grinding in seething rage.

Wang Qing grasped his hands and, seizing the moment, forced out a few words, “Rong Tianshi! If you hadn’t been so heartless, would I have resorted to this? In the end, the situation is what it is because you’re worthless. Who else is there to blame?”

Her words only fanned the flames of his anger. Just as Wang Qing seemed on the verge of asphyxiation, Wang Song, enduring bodily pain, wriggled his way to the nurse’s call button like a wounded worm.

By the time the nurse burst into the room, Wang Qing’s face had already turned a shade of purple. The nurse quickly intervened, pulling them apart.

“What are you doing? Patient rooms are not places for disturbances!” The nurse raised her voice sternly. Then turning to Wang Qing, she said, “You, the mother, should know better. Your son will be in surgery in ten minutes. What are you doing, causing a commotion? Don’t you want to save him?”

Wang Qing, now seated on the bed, gulped down huge breaths of air and shook her head vigorously when she heard the nurse’s words.

“Please… I beg you… You must save my son,” she pleaded, clutching the nurse’s hand.

Rong Tianshi, still fuming, caught every word. He lunged at Wang Qing, screaming, “What did you just say? Son? Wang Song is your son? Isn’t he your younger brother?!”

Wang Qing, now struck by Rong Tianshi, seized this moment to vent her own frustrations. A smirk curled at the corners of her eyes. “Yes! Song is my son, not my brother. Are you satisfied now? I should thank you for raising my son for more than two decades and providing him with a comfortable life.”

“You!”

She continued, “I’ll just lay it out for you. Your shares were indeed sold by me. Not just the shares, but I also transferred a chunk to Song. Even the Rong family mansion has secretly been transferred to him. Rong Tianshi, you wanted to tear this relationship apart. So be it. From this moment on, get out of the Rong house. Now, the mansion belongs to the Wang family.”

“You witch! I’ll kill you!” Breaking free from the nurses holding him back, Rong Tianshi pulled Wang Qing off the bed, his fists connecting with her face repeatedly. Finally, he grabbed her hair and viciously slammed her head onto the floor.

In an instant, Wang Qing was a gruesome sight, blood spattering, her mouth filled with backflowing blood that splashed across her face, and a few teeth knocked out. Rong Tianshi had truly lost his mind.

From his hospital bed, Wang Song frantically gestured for the nurses to pull Rong Tianshi away. He yelled, “Call security, call security! What are you waiting for? Idiots!”

Soon, security burst into the room, pulling Rong Tianshi away and escorting him out.

“Wang Qing, you deceitful witch! Even in death, I won’t spare you!” Rong Tianshi shouted. Even after he was taken away, his shouts echoed in the hospital room.

Wang Qing looked horrific, her swollen face making speech difficult. Every word she uttered sounded garbled, and she appeared utterly disheveled.

“I’ll never forgive Rong Tianshi for doing this to me,” she rasped out..