He Lost Control with Jealousy — What Happened to Being Untouchable? - Chapter 94

Sang Wan hurried along the corridor, her knee throbbing from colliding with a nurse’s cart, yet she didn’t pause for even a moment.

Her mind was consumed by her previous suspicions, or rather, by Uncle Qi’s reaction, which confirmed that her doubts had been right all along.

The door to the doctor’s office was slightly ajar.

Sang Wan didn’t even knock. With just a light push of her hand, the door swung open.

The doctor in the white coat looked up, startled for a brief moment before his eyes flickered with a knowing heaviness, as if he had expected her arrival.

He had known from the moment Sang Zheng’an was admitted that he was the grandfather of the famous celebrity Sang Wan. Though initially taken aback, he quickly composed himself.

At the same time, he understood exactly why she had rushed here in such haste.

“Miss Sang.”

He skipped the pleasantries and simply slid a thin report across the desk toward her.

“Dr. Gao, I apologize for the intrusion.”

Sang Wan gave a slight nod, her gaze dropping to the paper he had pushed toward her.

White paper, black ink.

It was the pharmaceutical analysis of the medication her grandfather had been taking.

Her fingers trembled imperceptibly the moment they touched the page.

A cold sensation spread from her fingertips, creeping all the way to her heart.

“Dr. Gao, this…” Her voice was soft, almost trembling.

The doctor nodded, pointing to a line of data on the report.

“Miss Sang, we conducted a comprehensive analysis of the medication your grandfather has been taking daily. Look here.”

His tone was calm, but Sang Wan’s heart clenched involuntarily.

“These so-called ‘specialized post-stroke medications’ contain absolutely no therapeutic ingredients for his condition.”

Sang Wan’s fists tightened, her pupils contracting sharply as a stabbing pain began to spread through her chest.

The doctor paused, noting her emotional shift, but some things had to be said.

“The main components of these drugs are sedatives and antidepressants.”

For a moment, Sang Wan felt as if her world had plunged into complete silence.

“Miss Sang?”

Dr. Gao’s expression was grave. The deliberate harm inflicted on someone in this manner chilled him to the bone.

Gradually, Sang Wan’s hearing returned, though her lips quivered. “Go on, Dr. Gao.”

“Long-term use of these medications not only fails to aid recovery but also causes continuous damage to the central nervous system.”

“That’s why, over the years, your grandfather has grown increasingly sluggish, his neurological functions not only didn’t improve but worsened, leading to cognitive impairment and excessive drowsiness.”

Every word struck Sang Wan like a hammer, pounding mercilessly against her nerves.

“It’s… drug-induced damage.”

Her mind went blank.

The data, charts, and text before her twisted and swirled, finally coalescing into a grotesque yet familiar face… Xu Shiming.

The doctor sighed as he took in her suddenly bloodless complexion and the hatred burning in her eyes.

“Miss Sang, the best we can do now is initiate targeted neurological rehabilitation therapy.”

“As for how much recovery is possible…”

He shook his head, regret heavy in his voice.

“It’s hard to say.”

Four simple words, yet they crushed the last shred of hope in Sang Wan’s heart.

She asked no further questions.

Biting back the icy despair in her chest, she refused to shed tears, though her entire body felt frozen.

She stood up quietly, the test report clutched tightly in her hand, the edges of the paper digging deep into her palm.

“Thank you, Dr. Gao.”

Her voice was cold and hard, devoid of warmth, like ice.

With that, she turned and walked away.

That figure was no longer the delicate and slender silhouette of the past. Instead, it resembled a sharp blade, shrouded in an unyielding aura of hostility.

“Miss Sang!”

The bodyguard waiting outside the door immediately followed her as she emerged.

“To the Xu residence.”

Sang Wan spat out these three words, her voice laced with ruthless determination.

…

The Xu family villa.

After moving out of the Sang family home, Xu Shiming had bought a villa in the same neighborhood.

Perhaps it was to preserve his pitiful pride, or maybe it was nostalgia for what had once been his glory days.

The former opulence and superiority were long gone. Though it was the same neighborhood, his current house had fallen into disrepair, its outdated decor exuding an air of decay and mediocrity.

The air was thick with the stench of alcohol and cigarettes.

Xu Shiming was slumped on the sofa, his hair greasy, his eyes sunken, clutching an empty liquor bottle as he stared blankly at the silent images on the TV.

The Sang Group was gone.

Lin Lan’s divorce papers lay discarded on the coffee table, one corner soaked in spilled alcohol.

This family had fallen apart.

Beside him, Xu Mingyue prattled on incessantly.

“Dad, are you going to give me the money or not?”

Dressed in the latest Chanel suit, her makeup immaculate, she stood out starkly amidst the surrounding chaos.

“Next month’s fashion week, I’m going to Paris. Flights, hotels, networking, none of that comes free!”

Xu Shiming suddenly hurled the liquor bottle in his hand to the ground.

BANG!

The sound of shattering glass was sharp and piercing.

“Money, money, money, that’s all you care about! Do I even have that kind of money left for you to squander?” His eyes were bloodshot, like a trapped beast. “Get out.”

Xu Mingyue flinched in fright, but soon, disdain and impatience crept onto her face.

“Why are you taking it out on me? If you’ve got the guts, go get the company back from Sang Wan. That’d solve all your problems, maybe even bring Mom and my brother back.”

She crossed her arms and sneered.

“If you weren’t my biological father, do you think I’d even stay here? I’d have left with Mom ages ago.”

“But, Dad, let me give you a friendly reminder, if Liu Zhiqiang starts blabbing in there, forget about drinking. You’ll be lucky if you’re not eating prison food for the rest of your life.”

Liu Zhiqiang.

Those two words were like a needle, stabbing straight into Xu Shiming’s heart.

Yes, that damned Liu Zhiqiang was a ticking time bomb.

Though he had used Liu Zhiqiang’s youngest son as leverage to make him take the fall for everything…

But…

A flash of ruthless malice flickered in Xu Shiming’s eyes.

Nothing was more reliable than a dead man.

He picked up the phone and made a call, his voice vicious, his face twisted with ferocity.

Just as he hung up after giving his orders, a heavy, rhythmic thud, thud, echoed through the house.

That wasn’t knocking.

It was unmistakably the sound of someone smashing the door with brute force: methodical, violent, and utterly unhinged.

The sudden noise sent terror coursing through the father and daughter. They shuddered involuntarily, exchanging glances, their eyes filled with dread.

Was it… Lu Tingzhou’s men at the door?

Or the police?

Then, a clear yet frost-cold voice pierced through the door, ringing out with chilling clarity.

“Xu Shiming, open this door.”

It was Sang Wan!

Hearing this voice, the fear on Xu Shiming and Xu Mingyue’s faces instantly faded, replaced by shock and anger.

Xu Shiming gritted his teeth, each word seeming to squeeze out from between them.

“Good… I hadn’t gone looking for her, and now she’s delivered herself to my doorstep.”

He swayed as he stood up, his eyes gleaming with malice.

Xu Mingyue, however, instinctively grabbed his arm, her voice trembling.

“Dad… Lu Tingzhou…”

She might not care about Sang Wan, but she feared Lu Tingzhou.

That man was the nightmare that haunted her in the dead of night.

“What’s there to be afraid of?” Xu Shiming shook off her hand with a sneer, his face twisted with reckless madness. “She’s the one causing trouble. Even if Lu Tingzhou finds out, what can he do to me?”

“My company is gone, my home is gone, what the hell do I have left to fear?”

Now, with nothing left to lose, it was Sang Wan who had come to stir trouble, not him.

Reeking of alcohol, Xu Shiming stormed to the door and yanked it open with a furious pull.

He raised his hand, ready to strike,

But the moment he saw what was outside, he recoiled violently.

If not for Xu Mingyue behind him, he would have fallen flat on his back.

Outside the door stood Sang Wan.

She wore a plain white dress, her face free of makeup, pale as snow, and just as cold.

Those peach-blossom eyes, once tender and radiant, now burned with fury.

But the most terrifying thing was what she held in her hand.

She was… wielding a sledgehammer!

The hammerhead gleamed coldly under the sunlight.

This wasn’t some ordinary household tool, it was a heavy-duty instrument capable of smashing walls and shattering bones.

Xu Mingyue shrank behind Xu Shiming, trying to make herself as small as possible, terrified that Sang Wan might swing the hammer straight at her head.

“Y-you… what do you think you’re doing?”

Xu Shiming’s voice cracked as he stared at the hammer in her hand.

Sang Wan didn’t answer.

Her gaze was fixed on Xu Shiming’s panicked face.

This face…

Once shrewd, once hypocritical, once feigning concern.

This very hypocrite had pushed her grandfather to his doom.

Now, she even wondered if her grandfather had discovered something, why else would Xu Shiming have done this to him?

Rage surged like molten lava in her chest, burning through her veins.

The thread of reason snapped.

“What am I doing?”

Sang Wan finally spoke, her voice hoarse, so cold it sent a violent shiver down Xu Mingyue’s spine.

Xu Shiming might have been emboldened by alcohol, but she hadn’t drunk a drop!

Sang Wan smiled, a smile of desperate, ruinous madness.

The next second, she swung her arm.

The heavy sledgehammer traced a sharp arc through the air in her slender hand.

“I’m smashing this venomous bastard!”

BANG!

A deafening crash!

The hammer didn’t land on Xu Shiming.

Instead, with all her strength, she brought it down on the towering blue-and-white porcelain vase by the door, Xu Shiming’s most prized collector’s item.

Priceless.

In an instant, shards exploded, scattering into dust.

Xu Shiming jolted, suddenly stone-cold sober.

He tried to hide behind Xu Mingyue, but she clung to him desperately.

“You’re my father, shouldn’t you be protecting me?!”

Sang Wan picked up the shard from the ground. “Neither of you, father and daughter, will escape.”

Step by step, she closed in on them, her voice growing colder, laced with a chilling laugh. “Xu Mingyue, since you love beauty so much, I’ll embroider a flower on your face. You’ll look even prettier.”

“As for you, you hypocritical, despicable scoundrel, I’ll carve open your chest and see what color your heart really is.”

With a hammer in one hand and the broken porcelain shard in the other, Sang Wan advanced like a vengeful specter in the night.

Xu Shiming and his daughter were utterly terrified by her life-threatening demeanor.

Her once-beautiful peach-blossom eyes now burned with overwhelming hatred, like twin flames of fury.

“Ah! Murder! Murder!”

Xu Mingyue shrieked, her survival instinct kicking in as she instantly wrenched free from her father’s grip.

Without a second thought for her own father’s fate, she stumbled and scrambled toward the staircase leading to the second floor, her high heels clattering frantically against the wooden floorboards.

“Help! Someone’s killing people!”