Xiao Qinghe pushed her away forcefully as if startled, crawling towards the wheelchair, "Tao Meijiao, you shameless woman, do you want to stoop as low as Li Rong'er?"
"I..." And she cried, "How can you compare me to that wretch Li Rong'er?"
He ignored her tears, continuing to crawl toward his wheelchair several steps away, "I need to find my wife... I need to find my wife..."
"Xiao Qinghe, calm down. Your third brother was also at the door just now; he heard what you said to your wife," Tao Meijiao sobbed, "If you go now, he will kill you!"
Qinghe paused and laughed carelessly, "It would be better if he killed me..."
"He probably can't do it, or he would have acted already. Qinghe, your third brother must be suffering too. Don't make it harder for your third brother and sister-in-law!"
He collapsed back onto the floor.
She mustered all her strength to help him back into the wheelchair.
She pushed his wheelchair into his side room and stopped by the bed.
