Chapter 7: There’s Nothing Left to Say Between Us

The suffocating sensation left Zhang Liping’s face pale; she could not utter a single word. At this moment, she finally felt the terror of death and cast a pleading look toward Su Qingli for help.

But Su Qingli only stared at Jiang Hao, dumbfounded.

Jiang Hao had always been gentle and considerate toward her. No matter how unreasonable her demands, this man would do his best to fulfill them. Yet today, he was sharp and unrestrained, like a drawn sword—gone was his former meekness. She had never seen this side of him.

What had happened? What could make a man once so submissive to her become as he was now?

Su Qingli vaguely sensed there was some misunderstanding between them, but now was not the time to dwell on it. She hurriedly pleaded, “Jiang Hao, please calm down. I know my mother’s words were excessive, but she’s still my mother. Just let her go, please?”

“If you’re angry, take it out on me. Can we just solve this between the two of us?”

Seeing Zhang Liping’s eyes roll back, Jiang Hao let out a cold laugh, tossed her onto the sofa, and said icily, “There’s nothing left to say between us!”

“You just happened to come back now—no doubt to rekindle things with Young Master Pan and prepare yourself to become the Pan family’s daughter-in-law.”

“But let me warn you: as of now, you are still my wife. If you dare betray me, I won’t let you off!”

With these words, he flicked his sleeve and went upstairs, returning to his so-called “room” in the Su household.

It was nothing more than a cramped storage closet, barely ten square meters, without even a window. And this had been his home for two years.

None of that mattered to him now; too much had happened today. He hadn’t even had time to examine the medical inheritance he had just received.

Finally alone, he calmed himself and began to study the contents of the legacy.

Within the inheritance were not only medical texts of such advanced level that he had never even heard their names, but also miraculous prescriptions, acupuncture techniques, and a matching inner cultivation method—the “Sacred Physician’s Heart Sutra.”

Fearing his descendants might have limited talent, the predecessor who left the inheritance had included a wisp of internal energy as a seed to aid entry. This was the warm current that had surged through Jiang Hao’s body and saved his life when he received the inheritance.

Following the instructions of the sutra, with the seed of inner power present, Jiang Hao’s entry was effortless. He circulated the energy through his meridians several times, and soon the inner strength had reached the thickness of a hair.

Curious, he picked up a fruit pit from the floor and, channeling his inner energy, flicked it lightly. The pit shot into the wall like a bullet, embedding itself deeply.

The power was astonishing—if it had struck a person, the consequences would be dire.

Possessing the ability to defend himself, Jiang Hao was delighted and immediately immersed himself further in cultivation.

Meanwhile, downstairs in the living room, Zhang Liping, having recovered her breath, clung to Su Qingli’s hand and, with feigned tears, wailed, “My daughter! Jiang Hao used to be a useless man, but at least he was obedient and never talked back.”

“But now, he’s gone mad! He openly humiliated Young Master Pan Yixuan, mocked you, and even harbored murderous intent toward me.”

“With such a dangerous wastrel, you absolutely cannot stay with him any longer. Get a divorce, for the sake of your parents’ safety!”

But when Su Qingli heard the name Pan Yixuan, her face turned cold with anger. “Mom, I’ve told you many times—I want nothing to do with Pan Yixuan. Why do you keep inviting him to our house, keeping in touch with him?”

Having been classmates with Pan Yixuan for years, Su Qingli knew his character all too well. Even as a teenager, he indulged in every vice—drinking, gambling, womanizing. He had gone abroad after high school only because he got into trouble.

How could she possibly be interested in a man like that?

Zhang Liping, however, sneered impatiently, “Why? All for your sake!”

“Pan Yixuan is determined to have you. Your grandmother dreams of you marrying him. If I don’t pave the way for you, how will you ever have a good life in the Pan family?”

“Listen to your mother: divorce Jiang Hao as soon as possible, marry into the Pan family, and become the young madam there. That’s the right path!”

“Mom, that’s enough!” Su Qingli’s expression darkened, her gaze resolute. “I will not divorce Jiang Hao, and I will never marry Pan Yixuan!”

Her eyes grew sharp, and she asked in a low voice, “Mom, tell me the truth. Did you and Wang Jun’an conspire to kill Jiang Hao and harvest his kidney, just to curry favor with the Bai family for me?”

After being driven out of the Bai family’s VIP ward by Zhou Yu, Su Qingli had gone to find Wang Jun’an for answers. But when she found him, he was already lying dead in the morgue.

The hospital told her Wang Jun’an died in an accident, but she doubted it; she suspected his death might involve Jiang Hao.

Thinking back, it was her mother who had insisted that Jiang Hao go to the hospital for a checkup, deepening her suspicions.

When Zhang Liping heard this, her face changed dramatically, her eyes darting as she shook her head. “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

But Su Qingli knew her mother too well. One look at her expression, and she understood everything—her mother had indeed conspired with Wang Jun’an. And she herself, unwittingly, had become the accomplice in their scheme.

Su Qingli’s heart ached as if pierced by a knife. Helpless tears streamed down her face as she said weakly, “Mom, why would you do this? Even if you don’t like Jiang Hao, you can’t harm his life!”

“Don’t you realize? What you did was a crime!”