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

"You and Meng Jinghuai put on such a big show just to trick me into sympathizing with you, pitying your sacrifices over the years, and then signing the divorce papers to give you your freedom, right?"

"Ji Nanchen, I told you, I will not divorce you! Unless you die, you will live in pain forever to atone for his sins!"

Shen Zhixia glared at me angrily, her tone cold and gloomy.

I frowned, suppressing my anger, and explained again in a serious tone.

“Shen Zhixia, Pei Jin’s death has nothing to do with me. He jumped off the building by himself.”

"Also, I haven't lied to you, I really do have cancer."

Upon hearing this, the woman standing by the hospital bed reacted as if she had heard a joke, sarcastically throwing a medical record and examination form at me and launching a full-scale attack.

"You're not lying to me, then what's with this medical report?"

"You're not going to say that someone in the hospital has the same name as you, are you?"

I reached for the medical report Shen Zhixia tossed to me, my hands trembling as I opened it. I quickly saw the results—

The patient suffered severe gastric bleeding.

Before I could even look at the rest of the check-up report, Shen Zhixia's sarcastic voice rang out again.

"Ji Nanchen, I never imagined you would go to such lengths to divorce me! You haven't changed at all over the years; you're still as insidious and disgusting as ever!"

As I sat on the hospital bed, listening to these words, I felt as if my heart had been ripped out, and the pain spread throughout my entire body.

I gritted my teeth, remained silent for a long time, and then calmly looked at Shen Zhixia.

"Now that you know, when are we going to get a divorce?"

Shen Zhixia's eyes darkened, and she was about to speak when I spoke first: "We've been married for three years, and you've been cheating on me for three years, making me a cuckold for three years, humiliating me for three years, and even causing me to have a stomach hemorrhage and end up in the hospital."

"Shen Zhixia, being with you is too tiring. Let's get a divorce, otherwise I'm really afraid that you'll make me so angry that I won't live much longer."

After I finished speaking, the ward fell into a brief silence.

After a long pause, Shen Zhixia's sneer echoed throughout the ward, "Ji Nanchen, if you're so afraid of death, why did you push Pei Jin down the stairs and stage it as a suicide?"

"If it weren't for you, I would be living happily with Pei Jin now, with a little family and two lovely children! Instead, I'm spending every day searching the world for someone who looks like him!"

I stared at her with a wry smile, suppressing my anger, and solemnly explained the truth of what happened back then.

“I didn’t push Pei Jin downstairs, he committed suicide! The reason I was there that day was because he texted me and asked me to come over!”

"Shen Zhixia, I do like you, but you can't throw all sorts of dirty water on me just because I like you!"

"Also, I don't want to donate blood to your mistress anymore. Let's get a divorce!"

Shen Zhixia's gaze shifted from uncontrollable anger to indifference, and finally to contempt.

She said, "Ji Nanchen, if you don't want your studio to be destroyed, you'd better behave yourself. Otherwise, your studio, your doctor friends, and your mother will all go to hell with you."

I stared incredulously at the obsessive woman in front of me, and retorted with a stiff neck, "Shen Zhixia, I haven't done anything wrong, why are you treating me like this?"

"Who can prove that Pei Jin wasn't pushed down the stairs by you?"

Shen Zhixia stared at me silently, her words like the shadows of hell, sinister and vicious, "How clean can someone be who would collude with doctors and even the hospital to put on a show for a divorce?"

"Ji Nanchen, you're wrong, you have to admit it!"

Looking at her radiant smile, the feeling of suffocation in my chest grew stronger and stronger.

When I felt like I couldn't breathe, I opened my mouth wide and gasped for air, trying to calm myself down and suppress the metallic taste of blood rising in my throat.

Seeing this, Shen Zhixia laughed even more mockingly.

"Ji Nanchen, it's a real pity you didn't go into the entertainment industry, otherwise you could have brought a Best Actor award back to your Ji family!"

I suddenly reached out and covered my mouth. The needle that was inserted into the back of my hand was torn off, the needle tip turned outward, and large drops of blood fell down, appearing unusually bright on the white blanket.

I coughed, covering my mouth. The cough felt like it affected my entire stomach, causing my whole body to ache again.

When I felt a sticky sensation on my hands, I paused for a moment and instinctively covered them so that Shen Zhixia wouldn't see.

Shen Zhixia was completely unaware of my abnormality; she was still standing not far away, mocking me.

"Ji Nanchen is a scourge that will live a thousand years. Xu Jin's health is poor, and he still needs your blood donation. You must live a few more years, or what will happen to him?"

"Oh right, he asked me out for dinner tonight. You're being discharged now, come with me."

Her sarcastic and cold words were like a sharp blade, stabbing deeply into my heart, making me unable to control my emotions any longer.

"puff!"

I tried so hard to suppress the stench of blood, but I couldn't hold it in and vomited a mouthful of blood.

My whole body started aching again, and this time it hurt even more than last time.

I saw Shen Zhixia pause for a moment, and her eyes seemed to become somewhat at a loss as she looked at me.

She looked in my direction in surprise and murmured, "You... how could you suddenly vomit blood?"

I opened my mouth to answer, to tell her that I really didn't lie to her, but for some reason, instead of saying a word, I vomited even more blood.

More and more blood gushed out, and the white cup quickly turned a large red stain.

I might really be going to die.

My consciousness began to fade, and my eyes slowly began to close.

Shen Zhixia, if I die, will you be even a little bit sad?

"Nan Chen, what do you want to eat for lunch?"

A familiar voice came from inside. At first, Meng Jinghuai's voice was calm, but his tone changed immediately after he saw the scene in the ward.

He ran over in a panic, questioning Shen Zhixia as he ran.

"Shen Zhixia, you won't be satisfied until you torture him to death, will you?!"

After saying this, he reached out and kept pressing the emergency call button on my bedside table. "Nanchen, don't sleep, don't be afraid, I will save you, I won't let you die."

Upon hearing this, Shen Zhixia stumbled to my bedside, reaching out as if to grab something, but daring not to grab anything.

"What's wrong with him? Why did he suddenly become like this?"

Meng Jinghuai broke down and yelled at Shen Zhixia, a sight I rarely saw him lose his composure like this.

"Didn't you know he had terminal cancer?"