Caught in a chaotic situation, she is doted on by six villainous sons.

Chapter 164 Let you also experience the taste of being childless.

Qiao Yiran ignored the injury on her face; if she hadn't dodged quickly, that knife would have been on her neck.

She twisted the door of the ward, trying to shut the middle-aged man out, but he refused to stop, even as his hand was pinched and bled. Qiao Yiran was terrified. When the middle-aged man pried open the ward door with brute force, she immediately crawled like a dog under her mother's bed in a disheveled state.

"Don't come any closer, please, don't kill me. I'm only in my early twenties, I'm still young. What did I do wrong? It's not like I harmed your son."

"Uncle, please, my father has already paid the price for his mistakes. He will spend his whole life atoning for his sins in prison. My mother is also seriously ill and doesn't have much time left..."

This time the door was closed and locked from the inside, as the middle-aged man didn't want to hurt any more innocent people.

Because Qiao Yiran hid under the bed, the middle-aged man shifted his attention to Qiao's mother on the hospital bed. Qiao's mother originally intended to fall asleep, but was directly awakened. She looked at the blood-stained knife in the middle-aged man's hand in horror, and after hearing Qiao Yiran's words, she finally dug out the middle-aged man's face from her memory.

Before she could even beg for mercy or say anything, she was replaced by screams. Her tendons and veins were severed, and her body was slashed several times, leaving the bed covered in blood. But Qiao's mother was still stubbornly alive, only wailing in pain.

The hatred in the middle-aged man's eyes turned into a scarlet color, filling his eyes. He was both crazy and calm, and he was fully aware of everything he did.

He even had the leisure to light a cigarette for himself. As the embers ignited, he took two puffs and exhaled swirling smoke.

The hoarse, rough voice sounded like it came from hell, "I've wanted to do this for three years now, your whole family deserves to die."

"Qiao Yiran, I heard that Wei Xifeng will protect you because of your face. Now I'll see if he will."

"I've waited three years for this day to finally come. I was so afraid I wouldn't make it to this day."

The middle-aged man's icy gaze fell on Qiao's mother. "Your terminal illness is God's punishment, not mine. That's why I'm here."

"Does it hurt? But my son suffered a hundred times more than you did. He had to have his hands and feet amputated. How much worse was his suffering than that of a human pig?"

“But he is my son. No matter what he becomes, I want him to live, to survive.”

The middle-aged man looked at Qiao Yiran through the hospital bed again. "You know, a man in his early twenties is still young, but my son is so young and will never grow up. I, an old man, am sending off my son. I regret it so much. You have no idea how filial and outstanding he was. He started school late, older than his classmates, but he never complained. He even got into Imperial University, but unfortunately, he didn't have the chance to go. Such a good school, with so many excellent professors willing to mentor him. He had such a bright future. He got into this accident while helping me with work on the construction site during the holidays. I should have firmly refused him back then. He could have focused on his studies, and he wouldn't have had to shoulder the burden of the family. But why did I agree? Countless times I've thought about why I wasn't the one who should die, but then I think someone else really deserves to die."

“Do you know, he originally had a chance to live. I knelt down and begged you beasts to save my son. I kowtowed to you, but what did you do? You mocked me and said that there are procedures for workers’ compensation. If you were not satisfied, you could sue me. I said that you should pay me the wages that are owed to me first. You said that you were short of funds and asked me to wait. You were just deliberately delaying. My son’s life, the lives of my whole family, the lives of other workers, how cheap are they in your eyes?”

"Qiao Yiran, you said you did nothing wrong, you didn't hurt anyone, but you were so extravagant at the party that day, you threw away bundles of money worth ten thousand each. You saw me that day, didn't you? But how naive and arrogant you were, and how cruel you were. You're just like your beastly parents. I could tell you were no good the moment I saw you. How could Wei Xifeng have fallen for you? Luckily, I waited until the day he saw the truth about you."

The middle-aged man, his hair completely white with hardly a strand of black, surveyed the ward's furnishings with a look of sarcasm and desolation. "How wonderful, a top-tier VIP ward at that. My son, back then, was left to die in the hospital corridor. No one dared to take responsibility because we couldn't afford surgery. Finally, we got him a room—the morgue." His gaze returned to Qiao's mother's distorted face. "You old hag, you have money to play mahjong, money to prepare jewelry, dresses, and bags for banquets."

"The money you lost playing mahjong could have saved my son. Your family is enjoying themselves so much."

The middle-aged man stretched out his long arm and forcefully grabbed Qiao Yiran's hair, dragging her out. "You think you can just wipe the slate clean after going to jail and getting sick?"

"It's not enough, you know? It's not enough." The middle-aged man's voice didn't show much excitement, only a tremor and suppression beneath the calm.

"Besides my son, do you know how many other lives have been taken?"

“My wife also jumped off a building because our son was gone. She wanted to experience how much pain our son was in. When she left, she told me, ‘So this is how much pain it is.’ She was going to be with our son.”

“My elderly mother and father have also passed away, leaving me all alone. So it’s most appropriate for me to do this kind of thing by myself. I have no attachments. Other people have their own lives to live, and life must go on.”

Qiao Yiran screamed and begged for mercy, but she couldn't stop his determination. The sharp knife plunged into her abdomen and twisted around. The middle-aged man said, "Don't worry, I won't take your lives. After all, I'm a human being, not a beast like you."

"But I will never let you get away with this. I will make you experience the pain of being childless."

Knowing that he intended to ruin Qiao Yiran's fertility, Qiao's mother immediately cried out in anguish and despair, "No!!"

However, once the smoke had burned out, everything settled down.

The middle-aged man lit another cigarette, carefully pressing the three digits of his phone number with one hand, his hand stained with blood. The call connected quickly, and his first words were, "Hello? I want to turn myself in..."

……

The middle-aged man was very skilled; just as he said, he wouldn't take the lives of Qiao's mother and Qiao Yiran, which shows that he had been preparing for this day for hundreds of days.

This incident caused a great stir, prompting deep reflection and serving as a deterrent to countless unscrupulous capitalists who withhold wages from migrant workers and shirk their responsibilities.

Qiao Yiran eventually issued a letter of understanding because she knew that the middle-aged man was not the only one seeking revenge, but only he came, so they would not let her go until they achieved their ultimate goal.

To survive, Qiao Yiran had no choice but to do this.

However, given the severity of the assault, especially considering it occurred in the prestigious Imperial Capital Hospital, the middle-aged man was sentenced to several years in prison.

But this was exactly what the middle-aged man wanted, because he still needed to find that old beast, Qiao's father.