Chapter Sixteen: With Such a Wife, What More Could a Husband Ask For!

This time, Su Zheng was truly chilled to the bone. His mother was his bottom line, and he decided not to endure any longer.

Qiao Lan personally went to investigate, working through the night.

Su Zheng stayed by his mother's bedside, only resting after she awakened.

Near noon the next day, Qiao Lan appeared before Su Zheng, her face drawn with exhaustion.

“How did the investigation go?” Su Zheng asked in a low, grave voice.

Qiao Lan’s expression was complicated, hesitating to speak.

“Out with it!” Su Zheng’s gaze was icy, urging her to continue.

“Zheng, you... may have misunderstood your wife,” Qiao Lan said, finally shaking her head in resignation.

“Impossible! What I saw with my own eyes cannot be false!” Su Zheng sprang to his feet, staring at Qiao Lan. “Tell me everything you found—I will judge for myself!”

“Alright. Last night, I ordered all my people to investigate Chen Muxue and uncovered some things you might not know.”

“Chen Muxue goes to sell her blood every so often. The money she earns, she secretly spends on supplements. According to the shop owner, Chen Muxue buys them for her husband.”

Su Zheng was stunned, his face showing a look of shock.

He remembered clearly—there was indeed a period when Chen Muxue would not let him eat at the table for dinner, always waiting until everyone had finished before placing half a bowl of dark, murky porridge in front of him, insisting he eat every last drop.

Could it be that the porridge was mixed with medicine?

Yet, each time, he never smelled any medicinal scent!

Because the ancestral inheritance within him had not awakened, it kept absorbing his life force, leaving him weak and emaciated.

It turned out Muxue, caring for his dignity, had been quietly raising money to help treat him!

Even to the extent of selling her blood to do so!

Qiao Lan saw Su Zheng lost in thought and continued softly:

“Later, her blood was found to be unfit, so she couldn't go anymore. Then she borrowed money from Liang Xiaoyu. Just a few days ago, she went to a hotel to meet a doctor introduced by Liang Xiaoyu, but it seems the negotiations broke down.”

Su Zheng’s heart was shaken again. “Was it five nights ago?”

“Yes. I have shares in that hotel, so it was easy to investigate. Chen Muxue went to the room where the miracle doctor was staying, stayed only a short while, then left. Surveillance showed she looked flustered and didn’t notice you collapsed by the roadside.”

“Ah!”

Su Zheng’s expression changed dramatically.

So Muxue went to that hotel for him—she was seeking a doctor for his sake!

Wife, how foolish you are. Why didn’t you tell me directly?

Su Zheng felt his nose sting, his heart as if stabbed through.

“And about the fire at the villa—after repairing the home surveillance memory, I found it was Liang Xiaoyu who set the fire, and Chen Muxue who rescued your mother.”

Qiao Lan showed Su Zheng the video on her phone.

A frail figure, carrying someone through blazing flames, staggered but struggled onward. The fire crackled all around, licking at her, sometimes knocking her down, but she finally made it out the door.

“She took a taxi alone to the hospital last night. She suffered moderate burns—her neck and face did not escape.”

At this point, Qiao Lan was nearly unable to go on. As a woman herself, she was moved by Chen Muxue’s silent sacrifices.

“No! This isn’t true! You must be lying to me!”

Su Zheng roared, unwilling and unable to believe it—otherwise, he would be nothing but a bastard, deserving death.

“Look at this letter. Last night, she must have found out you were staying at the villa and brought it over herself.”

Qiao Lan handed him a half-burned sheet of letter paper.

Su Zheng’s hands trembled as he read the delicate handwriting.

Much of the beginning was lost to the flames.

“I really don’t have many days left. Today I went to the hospital for bandages—the doctor said when all my blood turns yellow, I’ll die.”

“My divorce and marriage to Liang Xiaoyu had conditions—he would give me a large sum of money. I made a will: apart from giving some to my parents, the rest is all for you, to nurse your health. I never betrayed you, truly. I only wanted, after my death, for my husband to have a healthy body. He is, after all, Chen Muxue’s husband—he must never be looked down upon!”

“Unfortunately, this wish won’t come true. After tonight, I’ll leave this city alone, not wanting you or my parents to see me in my final misery.”

“One last request: after I die, please visit my parents when you can. They’re old, their words are harsh, but for my sake, don’t take it to heart.”

“Su Zheng, I’m leaving, ...”

The rest was blurred by tears. Su Zheng wanted to cry out to the heavens. His wife had endured illness and pain in silence, and still worried for his health.

With a wife like this, what more could a man ask for?

“No! With me here, not even fate will take your life. Muxue, my wife! Wait for me—I’m coming for you!”

Su Zheng, wild with desperation, rushed out of the room in a few strides.

Meanwhile, at the ancestral Chen residence.

Everyone in the Chen family glared at the figure in the room, their faces filled with rage.

Chen Muxue, her face wrapped in bandages, knelt trembling.

“Wretch! You burned yourself saving that brat’s mother—are you stupid? Do you know Liang Xiaoyu only wanted your face? Now you’re still thinking of running away—do you think you can escape?!”

Old Madam Chen glared furiously, cursing Chen Muxue loudly.

Beside her, Liang Xiaoyu stood, his face gloomy, casting hateful glances at Chen Muxue.

A woman with a ruined face was nothing to him—not even worth pity. Now, he found her utterly disgusting.

Although Chen Jianguo and his wife felt pain for their daughter, they dared not say a word under the old lady’s authority.

“Madam, I’ve paid so much, even got you the Li family’s invitation. This wretch ruined herself, so my efforts can’t be wasted!”

Liang Xiaoyu coldly snapped, his tone venomous.

“Mr. Liang, I know the Chen family has wronged you. Tell me what you want—whatever you say, I will obey.”

Old Madam Chen addressed Liang Xiaoyu with deferential respect, ready to endure anything.

Liang Xiaoyu rose from his chair and slowly approached Chen Muxue.

“Wretch, I agreed to all your terms—is this how you repay me?!”

Smack!

He slapped Chen Muxue’s face hard, blood seeping through her bandages.

Chen Muxue’s eyes flashed with stubbornness; she said nothing, her body swaying, nearly collapsing.

“Because of you—and that useless trash—my family is in chaos! How will you make up for it?!”

Smack!

Another slap.

“Still thinking of running away? Try it again if you dare, wretch!”

Smack!

Before all the Chen family, including Chen Jianguo and his wife, Liang Xiaoyu showed no mercy, beating Chen Muxue until she fell to the ground, her wounds bleeding onto her clothes.

Chen Muxue gritted her teeth, refusing to speak, coldly staring at Liang Xiaoyu, her eyes filled with despair and hatred.

Seeing this, Liang Xiaoyu’s rage only grew—he raised his hand again.

“Stop!”

A furious shout came from the doorway, burning with wrath and murderous intent.

“You dare lay a hand on my wife? I’ll kill you today!”

Su Zheng’s eyes were bloodshot as he strode forward.