Chapter 122

Chapter 122

When others rushed in, the family doctor had already stopped the bleeding for Shen Youlin and was lifting him into the car, rushing to take him to the hospital.

Yu Shu pushed aside the security guard supporting her, her eyes bloodshot as she stared into Shen Yuxiao's eyes. "Where is Zhao Wenqian?"

Shen Yuxiao was still immersed in shock and heartache over Shen Youlin's injury, hearing Yu Shu inquire about his wife with incredulity.

Zhao Wenqian was still lying in her own room, filled with foolish fear of wrongdoing but lacking the courage to commit it. She worried all night, torn between fearing Shen Youlin's death and fearing that if he survived, he would reveal seeing her. She was relieved that Shen Yuxiao hadn't returned to their room last night but had gone to be with the children. Yet, the thought of Shen Yuxiao growing increasingly distant lately made her suspect he had another woman outside, unable to help but lament her own unhappy marriage and fate.

How did it come to this?

In fairy tales, in novels, didn't the kind and simple Cinderella marry into wealth and live happily ever after?

With a loud bang, the door was kicked open.

Zhao Wenqian exclaimed in shock, sitting up in bed to see Yu Shu, covered in blood, burst in, and in an instant, she was in front of her, grabbing her hair and delivering several slaps.

Before Zhao Wenqian could react, she was rendered defenseless by Yu Shu's blows, only able to cry and scream.

As others arrived and pulled Yu Shu away, before Zhao Wenqian could plead her case, Yu Shu cried even more sorrowfully, tears streaming down her face as she disdainfully brushed off a few strands of hair from her hand.

Regardless of how the Shen family dealt with Zhao Wenqian, she had to take matters into her own hands to vent her anger.

The old lady tapped her cane on the ground, sternly demanding, "What exactly happened?!"

Yu Shu produced the bone-cleaver knife and threw it beside Zhao Wenqian. "What happened? Investigate this knife and see if it bears the fingerprints of your granddaughter-in-law."

Zhao Wenqian, seeing the knife at her feet, screamed in terror and backed away, seeking refuge in her husband Shen Yuxiao's arms.

Uncle Wei recognized the knife and whispered to the old lady, "It's the chef's knife, it went missing last night."

Everyone in the room heard it, and Shen Yuxiao froze, his hand that was comforting his wife stopping mid-air.

Zhao Wenqian clung tightly to him, grasping at the last straw. "It wasn't me, it really wasn't me!"

"Whether it was you or not, we'll find out," Yu Shu sneered coldly. "Surveillance, fingerprints, you can handle it yourselves!"

Yu Shu briskly left the room, leaving behind a group of people, shocked, angry, and with their own thoughts.

Pei Heng added, "Yu Shu, Shen Youlin wants to see you. Can you come in with me?"

Following him into the operating room, Yu Shu was about to ask how to change into sterile clothing in the disinfection area when Pei Heng stopped her. "No need for that in the operating room."

Shen Youlin wasn't really foolish. He knew the severity of his wound, which looked scary but only superficial.

As the doctor stitched up Shen Youlin's wound, he lay on the operating table, eating a pear and warning the family doctor, "Once you're out, you know what to say or not. Be careful with your skin! Off you go!"

In palace intrigues and family conflicts, even doctors had to pick sides.

As soon as Yu Shu arrived, Shen Youlin immediately dropped the pear in his right hand and exclaimed in pain, "Ouch, it hurts!"

Pei Heng intervened, "He's just pretending, he's been given anesthesia."

Yu Shu sat down expressionlessly and helped herself to a bunch of grapes from the fruit plate.

After a night of turmoil, she was tired and hungry.

Shen Youlin pitifully opened his mouth, pleading, "I want some grapes too, Yu Shu, can you give me one?"

Yu Shu instructed the doctor to pause the stitching, then rewarded him with a resounding slap across the face.

She politely smiled at the doctor, "You may continue."

Pei Heng stood dumbfounded, taking a few steps back, and manually closed his jaw.

Shen Youlin, with his intact right hand covering his face, dared not make a sound, behaving obediently.

After Yu Shu finished eating the grapes, Shen Youlin cautiously asked, "How's the situation ahead?"

Yu Shu remained expressionless, "Zhao Wenqian is bald now, and her face is swollen like a pig's."

As she finished speaking, she couldn't help but laugh.

The slap she gave Shen Youlin was just a show of strength, using the force of her fingers to make a sound. It didn't hurt at all, unlike the ones Zhao Wenqian endured.

"My wife is amazing~ My wife is mighty~"

Her stomach cramped, and Yu Shu grimaced in pain, bending over...