Chapter 824 - 822: Bullet Screen Scam 44
Chapter 824: Chapter 822: Bullet Screen Scam 44
"Mom seems to have calmed down." Shen Muzhi walked up to Ah Chen. "She’s lucid right now. She wants to see you and apologize, say that what happened before was out of her control, that she couldn’t control herself."
Ah Chen stood up from her seat, still looking a little happy. "Aunt Chen is finally clear-headed? Okay, I’ll go see her."
Shen Muzhi quickly hid the emotion in his eyes. The reason he agreed was because he had a suspicion: faced with this version of Qiao Chen, their plan very likely couldn’t be carried out perfectly anymore.
Now that his little brother had been harmed by Qiao Chen and the plan couldn’t go perfectly, they weren’t going to let Qiao Chen off, either.
So, why not let Mom vent on little brother’s behalf first?
After all, right now she was someone mentally deranged, liable to go crazy at any moment.
Qiao Chen harmed his little brother and could still act like nothing had happened, whereas his mom, a mental patient, injuring someone wasn’t even her own intention—what did that have to do with the rest of the Shen Family? It wasn’t like they wanted this, either.
Thinking of this, a trace of cruelty flashed in Shen Muzhi’s eyes.
If the plan really failed, then they would no longer show Qiao Chen any mercy. If they couldn’t pocket the Qiao Family assets, then they could only destroy them.
Once Qiao Chen, this heir, was gone, even if no one got the inheritance, they could use their own abilities to snatch the resources that had originally belonged to the Qiao Family.
It was just that in that way they probably couldn’t grab that much, hence the secret plan they’d come up with.
Qiao Chen wasn’t actually some simple little girl, and in the middle of everything someone she really cared about, Rong Yu, had appeared, throwing their plan into disarray.
Such a perfect test subject—it was a pity.
Ah Chen could guess some of what was going through Shen Muzhi’s mind.
With Chen Qing suddenly "lucid" and wanting to see her, she knew even more clearly what the woman intended to do.
Since the other side was so eager to cement the "she’s mentally ill" narrative, of course she had to cooperate.
"Brother Muzhi, is Aunt Chen really clear-headed?" Ah Chen asked, a bit worried.
[Shen Muyang’s already had an incident, can Chen Qing’s emotions really be stable now? What if she’s just pretending to be stable to trick me over there and then attack me when she gets the chance? I really don’t want to be alone with her. What if something happens? I’ll bring the bodyguards in with me.]
"I’ll go in with you," Shen Muzhi said. "We’ll just stand at a distance and talk to Mom. If anything seems off, we’ll come out immediately. From the way Mom looked earlier, she really did seem recovered."
He tried his best to make his voice gentle.
Ah Chen nodded and let Shen Muzhi lead her inside.
Shen Muzhi quickly shut the door, talking nonstop to distract Ah Chen from thinking about the bodyguards. With a grown man like him present out in the open, under normal circumstances anyone would feel it was safe enough.
On the surface, Ah Chen naturally acted as if she thought so too.
Finally, seeing Chen Qing again, her appearance was indeed no longer as crazed as before. Even her hair was neatly combed, and she’d gone back to looking like the elegant, intellectual woman Ah Chen used to know.
"Xiao Chen, I’m really sorry about before."
"I just couldn’t accept that your Brother Muyang suddenly disappeared. Plus what happened some time ago... my mind snapped, and I thought everything was done by you." Chen Qing’s eyes were brimming with tears, her face full of regret. "How could I treat you that way? You’re already such a pitiful child. Will you forgive Auntie, please? I didn’t do it on purpose."
"Aunt Chen, I don’t blame you." Ah Chen’s face was full of understanding. "I know you’re very anxious because there’s still no news of Brother Muyang."
Chen Qing relaxed a little. "Thank you. I’m afraid Auntie won’t be able to go home for now. I still need a period of treatment."
"With the current condition, we don’t know when I might relapse." Thinking of Shen Muyang, Chen Qing’s tears fell. "I don’t know when we’ll be able to find the third child."
Her tears were streaming down her face, and there happened to be a box of tissues on the table beside Ah Chen—that was a kind of psychological cue.
When the person in front of you is crying that pitifully, anyone would be inclined to hand over a box of tissues, right?
They’d just talked for so long, and Chen Qing had been acting normal precisely to get her to lower her guard.
The preparations were quite thorough.
Ah Chen reached out and picked up the box of tissues, and without much hesitation walked over to Chen Qing.
Shen Muzhi followed too—if he didn’t move a couple of steps, it would look strange.
At the instant Ah Chen extended the tissues toward Chen Qing, a flash of cold light shot past her eyes—Chen Qing snatched up a fruit knife and stabbed toward her, screaming crazily, "You little bitch who harmed my son, go to hell!"
In just that split second, the fruit knife plunged into flesh.
Chen Qing felt a surge of elation, twisted the blade, yanked it out hard, and stabbed down again.
"Mom!" It was Shen Muzhi’s anguished scream.
"Someone, help!" That shout came from Ah Chen. As soon as the words left her mouth, the bodyguards burst in from outside. As Chen Qing pulled the fruit knife out yet again, ready to stab a third time, she was stopped.
The frenzy on Chen Qing’s face froze for a moment, and only then did she see that the person she’d stabbed twice was Shen Muzhi.
No—how could she possibly stab her own son?
She clearly saw herself aim straight at Qiao Chen’s body, and she hadn’t seen the girl dodge at all.
Staring at Shen Muzhi lying on the floor, blood gushing from his abdomen, Chen Qing panicked. She struggled continuously, trying to check on Shen Muzhi’s condition.
But how could the bodyguards restraining her possibly let her go? The doctor who hurried over even gave her a tranquilizer shot.
Chen Qing could only watch helplessly as Shen Muzhi was carried away. No matter how anxious she felt, how desperately she wanted to know how he was doing, there was nothing she could do.
The room had surveillance cameras, and the footage was quickly pulled up.
Everyone saw with their own eyes: when Ah Chen handed tissues to Chen Qing, the latter picked up a fruit knife, cursed at her, and then stabbed toward Shen Muzhi.
The fruit knife was the folding kind—when folded, you couldn’t tell it was a knife at all, and she’d swiped it earlier when Shen Muzhi wasn’t paying attention.
"Her condition has worsened again. She’s already experiencing hallucinations, which is why she mistook Shen Muzhi for Qiao Chen," the doctor said, his expression very grave.
"Aunt Chen has now accidentally hurt Brother Muzhi. I can’t imagine how awful she’ll feel once she regains clarity." Ah Chen sighed. "Doctor, I’ll leave her to you. Please make sure to treat Aunt Chen properly. I’m going to check on Brother Muzhi; I don’t know how he’s doing yet."
With those hurried instructions, Ah Chen got in a car accompanied by bodyguards and chased after the ambulance.
Ning Xueren was riding in the ambulance. Everything had happened in the blink of an eye, leaving her somewhat at a loss.
Chen Qing had even stabbed her own son—this was no simple mental lapse anymore, which meant nothing she said could be trusted.
Looking at Shen Muzhi undergoing emergency measures, Ning Xueren’s mind was in turmoil. He was already unconscious, and no one knew how bad it was.
She’d heard that Chen Qing had stabbed him twice. With that kind of rage behind it, she definitely hadn’t held back.
By the time Ah Chen arrived at the hospital, Shen Muzhi was still in the emergency room.
Ning Xueren was waiting outside, her face still dazed.
"I’ve watched the surveillance. Aunt Chen was cursing me as she stabbed Brother Muzhi. The doctor says her condition has worsened, and she’s started hallucinating." Ah Chen briefly explained the situation.