flstandardbreds Chapter 1063 What I Saw with My Own Eyes
Chapter 1063 What I Saw with My Own Eyes
The next day, the bright sunshine, like a sharp sword, pierced through the gloom of the previous day, and beams of light shone gently on Feng Yuanzheng's hospital bed through the glass window.
The caregiver was peeling an apple with nimble fingers, the peel forming a long, continuous arc.
She handed the peeled apple to Feng Yuanzheng and said softly, "President Feng, have some fruit."
Feng Yuanzheng leaned against the soft pillow, took the apple, and chewed it slowly with a heavy heart, his fingertips applying slight pressure.
The ward was quiet, with only the occasional soft ticking of the medical equipment.
There was a gentle knock on the door. The caregiver finished collecting the fruit peels, turned around, walked to the door, and opened it.
"Mr. Teng, please come in." She gestured for them to come in, speaking with a Hong Kong Governor's accent.
Teng Zijing led a group of people in, and Jiang Chengyu, holding Mu Xiaoji's hand, approached the bedside.
I placed a bunch of fresh carnations on the bedside table, and their delicate fragrance instantly filled the air.
When Feng Yuanzheng saw Mu Xiaoji, his eyes lit up immediately. He quickly put down the apple and tried to get up, but Mu Xiaoji quickly reached out to help him.
"Dr. Mu? Seeing how well you look makes me feel relieved." Feng Yuanzheng held his hand tightly, his tone earnest.
"Thanks to your help back then, if it weren't for you, my old life would probably have sunk in international waters long ago."
Mu Xiaoji smiled slightly and tightened his grip on her hand, saying, "President Feng, you flatter me."
Even if I hadn't been there, with so many police officers on board, they would never have let you die on the high seas.
He turned to Teng Zijing and introduced him, "This is Mr. Teng Zijing, the boss of Feng Tao and Gu Ze, and the president of Kuncheng Fengteng International Group."
Teng Zijing stepped forward and shook hands with Feng Yuanzheng: "Hello, Chairman Feng. Just call me Zijing."
Feng Yuanzheng held his hand, his knuckles trembling slightly, his eyes a little red: "Thank you, President Teng."
"If it weren't for your protection all these years, Tao'er and Gu Ze would have suffered so much injustice."
Teng Zijing humbly shook his head: "Not at all, they are artists in my company, it is only right that I show them more understanding and attention."
Feng Yuanzheng sighed, a deep sense of shame on his face: "It was my mistake. The club has suffered a severe blow this time, and it's time for a complete overhaul."
Otherwise, if the lifeline of maritime transport falls into the hands of foreign powers, the livelihoods of the local people will once again become difficult.
Mu Xiaoji asked with concern, "This major overhaul of the club will probably require your personal involvement. The various government departments and judicial institutions need a clear explanation and account."
Feng Yuanzheng let out a long sigh of relief, looked at the sunlight outside the window, and said with a sense of relief:
"Yes, it's time to go home. Some burdens, in the end, must be shouldered by oneself."
Seeing that Feng Yuanzheng had calmed down a bit, Mu Xiaoji said softly, "Feng Tao is also in this hospital, in the ward up ahead. Would you like to go see him?"
Feng Yuanzheng looked up abruptly, his eyes instantly filled with excitement, and nodded repeatedly: "Tao'er is in the hospital too? Quick! Take me there!"
Those heartless bastards, they were so vicious, Tao'er must be badly injured..."
As he spoke, his voice choked with emotion, and he hurriedly threw off the covers to get out of bed.
Teng Zijing stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "Feng Tao was shot in the back while protecting his mother, Isabella, at the Boshan Sanatorium."
"What?!" Feng Yuanzheng was struck dumb, his eyes widened, his breathing became rapid, his body swayed by the bedside, and his hand holding the edge of the bed trembled slightly.
“But don’t worry too much,” Teng Zijing quickly added. “The surgery was very successful. The bullet has been removed, and he is now awake and in stable condition.”
Deng Zhouyi, who was standing nearby, was very perceptive and had already pushed the wheelchair over to wait by the bedside.
The caregiver quickly stepped forward and helped Feng Yuanzheng put on his coat. Jiang Chengyu and Deng Zhouyi, one on each side, carefully helped him up from the bed and placed him in a wheelchair.
"Come on, take me to see him quickly," Feng Yuanzheng urged, gripping the armrests of the wheelchair tightly.
His white knuckles silently spoke of his deep concern for his youngest son, Feng Tao.
The group silently walked out of the ward and slowly made their way down the corridor.
Sunlight streamed through the corridor windows, casting long patches of light on the floor. The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant, but it couldn't mask the complex emotions of an impending reunion.
Feng Yuanzheng stared at the end of the corridor, his lips pressed into a thin line, his eyes brimming with guilt and heartache.
I will eventually make up for what I have neglected my son over the years, little by little, in the years to come.
As soon as they arrived at the ward door, they could see what was inside through the glass doors and windows.
Gu Ze sat on the edge of the bed, holding a bowl of porridge, carefully feeding Feng Tao spoonful by spoonful, his voice filled with a hint of reproach:
"Feng Tao, you really don't owe me anything. In that crisis, you didn't need to protect me like that."
His eyes reddened as he continued, "You're not much older than me, but over the years, I've caused you so much trouble."
Not only did you not give up on me, you also took me everywhere to find doctors and treat my severe depression.
Even my own father doesn't care about me as much as you do. He only knows how to use every dirty trick in the book to ask me for money.
If he hadn't been so utterly heartless, I wouldn't have developed severe depression. How can I ever repay your kindness in this lifetime?
Feng Tao leaned against the pillow, his face still somewhat pale, but upon hearing this, he forced a bitter smile and said sarcastically:
"Who asked you to pay it back? I did all this because you're my cash cow."
Without you, what would I eat or drink? Everything on me, from head to toe, was bought with your hard-earned money.
He deliberately put on a stern face and said in a slightly mocking tone, "How many roles and gigs have I gotten for you over the years?"
I treat you like an animal, never letting you rest for a single day. You sucker, huh! Still so naive as to think I'm your benefactor? Tch…
Gu Ze burst out laughing at his words and wiped away his tears.
"You're just being stubborn. You're only holding onto me like a treasure because you're afraid of being alone."
He paused, a hint of melancholy flashing in his eyes, "Actually... if Feng Yan and Feng Zhan weren't so hostile towards you..."
The three of you brothers live in harmony, working together to support the maritime transport of the Hong Kong Governor's Summit; perhaps this will become another legendary tale.
Feng Tao fell silent, his gaze fixed on the window. After a long while, he said in a low voice, "Some things can't be forced."
Hearing this, Feng Yuanzheng, who was standing at the door, felt his chest heave violently and his eyes were already wet with tears.
He gently raised his hand, signaling everyone to wait a moment. He sat quietly in his wheelchair for a while before saying to Deng Zhouyi in a hoarse voice, "Push me in."
The ward door was gently pushed open, and Gu Ze and Feng Tao turned around at the same time. When they saw Feng Yuanzheng standing at the door, they were both stunned in surprise.
Sunlight streamed through the window, falling between the three people, and a subtle silence filled the air.
It was as if many unspoken words quietly welled up in my heart at that moment.
The atmosphere in the main hall of the Feng family manor was as heavy as iron. Qiao Man received the news...
She was already sobbing uncontrollably, stumbling through the corridors and alleys, rushing towards the main hall.
As soon as she entered the door, she collapsed to the ground with a thud, tears streaming down her face like a broken string of pearls.
That pitiful, tearful appearance seemed utterly hypocritical to everyone in the hall.
"Ah Zheng! Please save our child!" she cried, crawling on her knees toward Feng Yuanzheng, her voice filled with anguish.
"They're so young and don't understand! If they really go to jail, their lives will be ruined!"
Please think of a way to save them! They are my own flesh and blood, my very flesh and blood!
Feng Yuanzheng's face was ashen, a cold, bitter smile curling at the corner of his lips: "Are they still young? Don't they know any better?"
He suddenly raised his voice, making Qiao Man tremble, "You wicked woman! Where is Steward He Yanzu?!"
Startled by the coldness in his eyes, Qiao Man shrank back on the ground. Her pupils contracted sharply as she looked into Feng Yuanzheng's deep, icy eyes, and her heart trembled.
"Do you still think I'm stupid, that I'm really senile?" Feng Yuanzheng slowly stood up, each step feeling like it was treading on people's hearts.
"Those two rebellious sons dared to drug me in order to control the summit venue, and you knew it all along, yet you stood by and did nothing! Between you and me..."
He pointed at Qiao Man, his fingers trembling with anger, "Is there even a shred of affection left between you as husband and wife? Tell me!"
Qiao Man turned pale with fright and backed away, stammering, "No... Zheng, I don't know... I really don't know anything..."
"You don't know?" Feng Yuanzheng's eyes flashed with a fierce light, his years of pent-up anger and hatred finally erupting.
"Isabella! Tao'er's mother! Is it your doing that she's become like that, acting like a fool?!"
These words struck Qiao Man like a thunderbolt, leaving her face deathly pale. A memory of that night from many years ago flashed through her mind—
The gazebo in the backyard is built on a high platform, and standing there at night, one can take in the dazzling lights of the Governor's Ocean Shipping Company.
At that time, Isabella had just lost her brother's protection and often stared blankly at the distant lights in the twilight.
Qiao Man quietly approached, and seeing her lonely figure, a wicked thought suddenly arose in her heart. She made up her mind and pushed her down suddenly!
"Mom—!" Feng Tao's heart-wrenching cries, which were only a few years old at the time, seemed to echo in my ears.
He watched helplessly as his mother tumbled off the platform, then frantically rushed over and caught his unconscious mother in his arms.
She cried her heart out: "Mommy! Wake up! Mommy—!"
Feng Tao sat in the hall, tears streaming down his face. He stared intently at Qiao Man, his eyes burning with overwhelming hatred.
If looks could kill, Qiao Man would have been torn to pieces long ago, riddled with countless holes.
"It was you...it was you who pushed my mother down..." Feng Tao's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper being rubbed.
Every word is stained with blood and tears, “I saw it with my own eyes… I’ve had nightmares about it every night for years, I can never forget that helpless moment…”
Feng Tao pictured Qiao Man with her nose in the air, speaking in a coquettish voice:
"Ah Zheng, it really wasn't me. This kid is holding a grudge and is framing me."
Feng Yuanzheng shouted sternly, "Don't you know how to learn something good? Get out of here!"
Feng Tao's angry gaze sent chills down Qiao Man's spine. She collapsed to the ground, her lips trembling, unable to utter a single word in defense.
The main hall was deathly silent, save for Feng Tao's suppressed sobs and Qiao Man's desperate gasps.
This crime, buried for many years, has been completely exposed to the light of day.