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

When I parked my car in front of the studio, I suddenly thought of the perfect person—my wife, Shen Zhixia.

Although she wasn't good at this skill, in recent years she made friends with many experts in this field in order to get revenge on me, and thus learned a lot.

If it were her, my studio would definitely be able to continue operating.

When I walked into the studio, everyone was busy bidding on the latest projects.

My partner was standing not far away, discussing things with a group leader, while I walked into the office as usual.

The office was kept very clean, and compared to the hustle and bustle outside, it was like a paradise.

"Buzzing."

My phone suddenly made a muffled sound in my pocket. I instinctively took it out, and when I saw the word "Mother," I pressed my temples with a headache.

The word "mother" should be the greatest word, but for me, it has become a nightmare.

The moment the call connected, my mother's shrill voice echoed throughout the entire office—

"Ji Nanchen, I'm out of money, please send me some money!"

I frowned, and almost involuntarily asked, "When you call me, is the only thing you want from me to ask for money?"

The next second, my mother's impatient voice came again, tinged with indignation.

"Raising children to provide for you in old age is a matter of course. I raised you when you were a child, so what's wrong with you giving me some support money now?"

"So you did know I was your son."

I walked to the sofa in the office and sat down, glancing up at the sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

My mom still remembers that I am her son, but why does she never ask me anything other than money every time she calls me?

If my mother were like other mothers, would I be much happier than I am now?

On the other end of the phone, my mother became even more impatient upon hearing what I said.

"Enough with the nonsense, send me the money now!"

After I came to my senses, I frowned and asked, "Didn't I just transfer 30,000 yuan to you a couple of days ago? Why are you asking me for money again?"

"What era are we living in? What can you do with 30,000 yuan? If you don't send me the money, I'll do what I did before: go to your studio and cause a scene, so that all your clients will know that you're an unfilial son!"

When my mother said these threatening things to me, she must have thought that I would compromise without any bottom line, just like before.

But this time, I don't want to compromise.

I tightened my grip on my phone slightly and asked in a low voice, "Tell me first, what exactly do you need the money for?"

"Nan Chen, Mom doesn't need the money for food, drinks, and entertainment this time; I need it to invest!"

I could tell my mom was very excited when she said that.

She simply doesn't understand investment at all, so why would she suddenly want to invest in a project?

I asked in confusion, "Mom, when did you stop playing mahjong and start getting involved in investing?"

"Water flows downhill, and people strive for higher positions. With such a good son as you, Mom must also be thinking about earning more money to contribute to our family."

When my mother earnestly said these words, I became even more suspicious that the project she invested in was not a good one.

Given her personality, she only thinks about spending money. If she's thinking about making money, she must have been fooled.

"Mom, what kind of project are you going to invest in? Send me the project information."

When my mother heard those words, it seemed like all her patience vanished.

She snapped impatiently, "Ji Nanchen, do you think it was easy for your mother to raise you all these years? Now that you have money, you don't listen to your mother anymore, is that it?"

"I've raised you all these years, and it's cost me so much money. Now I'm only asking you for 50,000 yuan, and you're already dawdling and unwilling to give it to me. Are you planning to abandon me and not care whether I live or die?"

I remained silent. After my mother finished scolding me, she began to patiently reason with me.

"You are my only son, would I ever harm you?"

"Nanchen, Mom knows that I've made mistakes all these years, so I'm thinking of making amends now. Don't worry, Mom definitely won't squander this money."

But I've experienced this tactic of slapping someone and then giving them a sweet treat countless times.

I closed my eyes and said in a low voice, "Mom, if you don't send me the project information, we have nothing to talk about. I'm pretty busy here, I'll hang up now."

"Wait a minute, don't hang up, I'll send it to you right now."

After my mother hurriedly said those words, I heard a flurry of activity on the other end of the phone.

Soon, I received a document on my phone.

I opened the document on my computer. It was a detailed business plan for a chain restaurant, complete with food business license, hygiene and safety license, and so on. It looked very professional.

A few minutes later, my mother's impatient voice came again, "So? This investment project is a good way to make money, isn't it?"

"Mom may have been naive before, but she's gained more experience and knowledge in the last two years, so she can now distinguish what's good. If you've looked at it and think there's nothing wrong with it, send me the money quickly. Good projects don't wait for anyone."

"it is good."

I gave a curt reply, which earned me a rare kind of gentle response from my mother.

After the phone call ended, the assistant knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Upon hearing my voice, my assistant opened the door and placed a cup of coffee on the coffee table in front of me.

"Mr. Ji, here's your coffee. Also, Dr. Meng is here."

Why is Meng Jinghuai here?

I was stunned for a moment, then quickly asked my assistant to bring the person over.

Yesterday, Meng Jinghuai asked me to go to the hospital to pick up some medicine, but I haven't gone yet. He must have come because of this.

Soon, my assistant brought Meng Jinghuai to the office. After serving him a cup of tea, the assistant turned and left.

"How did you come?"

When Meng Jinghuai heard this, he glanced at me but didn't reply. Instead, he walked over and sat down next to me.

"Given your current health condition, you shouldn't drink coffee."

"Didn't drink."

Actually, I don't really like drinking coffee, but sometimes I have to drink it to stay awake for work.

If it weren't for making a living, I wouldn't want to drink such bitter things; after all, life is already bitter enough.

I turned to my brother sitting next to me and asked, "What is it that requires Dr. Meng to make this trip in person?"

"I'm bringing you medicine."

Meng Jinghuai took a small bag of medicine out of his bag and placed it on the coffee table. "I've marked how many pills to take for each type of medicine. Just take them according to the instructions."

My body stiffened slightly. After a moment of silence, I smiled wryly and said, "Actually, you didn't need to bring it over. I'll come to the hospital to see you this afternoon."

"This disease can be excruciatingly painful, but medication can provide some relief."

After saying this, Meng Jinghuai sighed helplessly.

I know my good brother cares about me and is afraid I'll die young.

But I clearly still have some time before I die.

I got up and walked to the French windows, and said calmly, "Life and death are common occurrences for people; sooner or later, such a day will come."