The CEO's wife, suffering from terminal cancer, is filled with regret!

I opened my mouth, wanting to say yes, but no sound came out.

My good friend standing next to me saw my lip movements and immediately grabbed my hand. "I know you heard me. Hang in there, it'll be over soon."

I nodded slightly, gritted my teeth and endured the pain, trying my best not to fall into a coma.

The bright operating lights in front of me made me feel a little disoriented.

I don't know how much time passed, but I could feel more and more instruments being inserted into my body, and the doctor's brows didn't look as serious as before.

I survived.

While I was in a daze, I was transferred to the intensive care unit for observation.

Meng Jinghuai said, "Nanchen, you once told me that people should be like grass, unbreakable."

……

People should be like grass, resilient and indestructible.

I said those words to Meng Jinghuai when he was being bullied at school, and I never expected that he would remember them.

At this moment, I don't know whether I should be grateful for my kindness from many years ago, which has given me a good brother like Meng Jinghuai, or I should wryly smile and realize that good deeds do have their rewards.

When I woke up again, I had no idea how much time had passed.

The door to the ward was ajar, and I could vaguely see Shen Zhixia and Meng Jinghuai standing outside.

Why hasn't he woken up yet?

As soon as Shen Zhixia finished speaking, Meng Jinghuai retorted irritably, "Thanks for your mercy, he won't die."

I saw Shen Zhixia's face stiffen for a moment, but she quickly returned to normal.

"As long as he's alive, that's enough."

“Shen Zhixia, you don’t love him. For the sake of all he has done for you, let him go.”

When Meng Jinghuai said this, my heart involuntarily jumped up, and it felt as if a steel needle was piercing my chest, with a fine pain spreading throughout my body.

“This is between him and me, it’s none of your business.”

"worry?"

Meng Jinghuai was furious, and his previous demeanor was completely gone.

"Shen Zhixia, you don't care about Nan Chen at all, and you've never treated him as your husband. Otherwise, you wouldn't have humiliated him time and time again and cheated on him with other women. Now he has terminal stomach cancer, why won't you let him go?"

"You know perfectly well that with his kind nature, he could never be the murderer who killed Pei Jin, so why won't you admit it?"

My good brother's voice trembled slightly when he said this.

He paused for a long time before continuing, "If I had known that Nan Chen would end up like this after marrying you, I shouldn't have let him run into a brick wall!"

I peeked through the slightly ajar door and saw Shen Zhixia's profile, her lips pursed, without uttering a single word in rebuttal.

After a brief standoff, Meng Jinghuai asked in a low voice.

"Shen Zhixia, have you ever cared about Nan Chen all these years?"

When I heard this, I quietly clenched my fist at my side.

Although I already knew the answer to this question, after experiencing a brush with death, I still wonder if she would feel even a little bit sad if I died.

Outside the ward, Shen Zhixia clenched her hands tightly, staring stubbornly at Meng Jinghuai.

"This incident happened because I didn't know he was sick, otherwise..."

Before Shen Zhixia could finish speaking, Meng Jinghuai sarcastically interjected, "Otherwise, would you divorce him?"

"will not!"

Shen Zhixia frowned, but answered without hesitation.

After she finished speaking, she subconsciously turned her head to look at the ward, and just then she met my probing gaze as I looked outside.

She paused for a moment, then turned to look at my good brother.

"Meng Jinghuai, I will not divorce him unless he dies. Otherwise, he can only be my husband for the rest of my life!"

Upon hearing this, my good brother glared angrily at the woman standing in front of him, "Shen Zhixia, you don't deserve Nan Chen's love at all!"

Shen Zhixia ignored him, turned around, pushed open the door, and walked into the ward.

Perhaps it was the strong smell of disinfectant in the ward, because I saw her frown slightly, pause for a moment, and then slowly walk to my bedside.

"Ji Nanchen, why didn't you call us when you woke up?"

I glanced sideways at the IV drip hanging by the bedside, then pursed my lips and remained silent.

I didn't call out to them because I also wanted to know if she would be sad if I died.

The result was as I expected, and I wasn't surprised, but I still felt sad.

"Nan Chen, how are you feeling?"

Meng Jinghuai rushed to the bedside and looked at me with concern.

I forced a weak smile. "I...I'm fine."

"How could you be alright? Do you know you were unconscious for three whole days? If the heart rate monitor hadn't detected that you were still alive, I would have thought you were..."

Meng Jinghuai was interrupted by Shen Zhixia halfway through his sentence.

She said, "The fact that wicked people live to be a hundred years old, and that Ji Nanchen is still alive, proves this point perfectly."

I gripped the blanket tighter, my eyes fixed on the dark circles under Shen Zhixia's eyes. "Have you been sleeping poorly these past few days?"

"You're about to die, and I'd love to set off firecrackers to celebrate!"

A fleeting complex emotion crossed Shen Zhixia's eyes, but I still noticed it.

Perhaps she did care about me, but compared to Pei Jin's death, that care seemed insignificant, so she ignored it.

Before I could react, Meng Jinghuai had already stepped forward to block Shen Zhixia's gaze from looking at me and shielded me behind him.

"Get out! You're not welcome here!"

Shen Zhixia stood still, raising an eyebrow slightly. "If anyone should get out, it's you. What gives you the right to stay here?"

Just as the two were at an impasse, a nurse suddenly came in and knocked on the door.

"Hello, the funds for room 211 are insufficient and need to be paid as soon as possible."

"it is good."

Shen Zhixia gave a faint reply and turned to leave the ward.

No sooner had she left than Meng Jinghuai turned around and looked at me with concern.

“Nan Chen, don’t listen to that idiot’s nonsense. Your illness can still be treated. Jin Yun said that they have developed a special drug in their laboratory in Kyoto to inhibit the proliferation of cancer cells. I believe it’s only a matter of time before a treatment drug is developed.”

I took the water my good friend poured for me and slowly drank a couple of sips.

“Jinghuai, life and death are preordained, wealth and honor are determined by fate, and Heaven has the freedom to arrange things. You don’t need to be too attached to my life or death.”

"No, you can't die."

Meng Jinghuai's eyes reddened, and his voice trembled slightly as he spoke again, "You said that people should be like grass, indestructible. How could you give up on yourself first?"

"Don't try to shut me up with my words. What I say goes!"

After teasing him, I turned with difficulty to look at the dazzling sunlight outside the window. "After I die, bury me in a place with mountains and water. I want to live a more comfortable life in my next life."

"Stop saying such useless things. Just live well. Jinyun will come over to examine you personally later."