Chapter 1152: Chapter 1152: Anger, Heartache

“What… what does the old man of the Song family think? Dad is… his biological son… What kind of person is he? How can he be so cold-blooded, my God! If Dad knew the truth…” Su Wen couldn’t bear to think about it. If her own child went through all this, she would go insane; she would definitely lose her mind and make everyone involved pay.

She wouldn’t let anyone off, not a single one.

“That’s why he is the Iron-blooded General, and you are the woman I, Zhou Hengyang, love the most. You could never become an Iron-blooded General.”

“Does he have no feelings at all? He…” For some reason, Su Wen used to be able to distinguish clearly between her personal emotions and the Su family’s affairs. When facing her younger sisters, she was a competent and responsible big sister.

When dealing with the messy external issues of the Su family, she was just herself.

Therefore, sometimes there would be a sense of confusion she hadn’t noticed herself, but a person with a meticulous mind could sense the abruptness of it.

Like Zhou Hengyang.

Like Su Wen herself.

But she was her, not the original owner, and couldn’t truly empathize.

Yet at this moment, she felt a bone-deep hatred, the anger of being betrayed by a lover, the overwhelming hatred crashing over her like a tidal wave. She felt as if she were submerged in a cold, boundless sea, frigid and unable to breathe.

Su Wen leaned into Zhou Hengyang’s embrace in discomfort, unable to straighten her body. For a long time, her emotions could not settle, and she clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her palms.

Yet she couldn’t feel the pain.

At this moment, all other pain paled in comparison to the heartache she felt for Dad.

Now, she recognized that she was Su Wen, Su Xuewen’s eldest daughter, the big sister to her younger sisters. She inherited Su Xuewen’s grievances, the person who bore the hatred, carrying on her shoulders half a century of the Su family’s suffering.

Zhou Hengyang held his wife firmly in his broad embrace, a fleeting gleam passing through his downcast eyes.

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In the hospital, a nondescript man appeared out of nowhere, whispered a few words to Zhou Jihuai, and left.

Xu Xiaoxiao sat in the chair in front of Zhou Hengguang’s hospital bed, glancing over with the corner of her eye, but said nothing.

Zhou Hengxing couldn’t hold back any longer, “Did Big Brother leave?”

“He did.” Zhou Jihuai looked at Big Brother, and Second Brother disdainfully said, “Now you guys can stay till the evening. But I bet the little brother doesn’t want you to.”

After saying that, he laughed and pointed at Zhou Hengguang on the bed.

Indeed, the man who was sleeping a moment ago had now opened his eyes, staring coldly and expressionlessly at everyone in the room.

Everyone: “…”

“Hengguang, you’re awake. Are you hungry? Do you feel any better?” Zhou’s father approached excitedly, fussing over his youngest son, then hurriedly called his personal secretary to bring over the lunchbox he had brought from home.

“Not hungry.” Zhou Hengguang looked listless, giving a glance around the room and, not seeing the person he longed for, a flicker of disappointment passed through the depths of his eyes.

“Where’s Big Brother? Why didn’t he come?” After asking this, he seemed to remember something and looked at his father and Second Uncle.

“Why haven’t you left yet?”

“Uh…” Zhou’s father quickly hid his embarrassment, “You haven’t eaten all morning; you must be hungry. I brought some porridge cooked by the housekeeper; try it.”

“No need.”

As Zhou Hengguang was on the verge of losing his temper, Zhou Jihuai had to step in and convince Big Brother and Second Brother to leave. The two old brothers were extremely reluctant to go, almost looking back every step they took, making it awkward for the younger family members to watch.