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

Meng Jinghuai clenched his left hand, his voice hoarse and deep as he replied, "He's unconscious."

The next second, Shen Zhixia's even more impatient voice came from the phone, "Ji Nanchen faints three or four times a week, five days a week. How can I have time to deal with his antics?"

"Meng Jinghuai, I'm very busy. Don't call me again as long as Ji Nanchen is alive."

Meng Jinghuai's hand tightened unconsciously around his phone, and his voice was filled with anger as he spoke again, "Shen Zhixia, Nan Chen loves you so much, he's given so much for you without complaint, why can't you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Shen Zhixia hung up the phone.

I suddenly felt as if something had stabbed me in the chest, sending a dense, throbbing pain through me.

Now that things have come to this, how could she possibly care whether I live or die?

Meng Jinghuai stood not far from the hospital bed. When he looked up at me, his eyes were full of sorrow.

After a long silence, he called Shen Zhixia again.

This time, the phone rang for a long time before being answered. Once connected, Shen Zhixia's impatient voice came through, "Meng Jinghuai, wasn't what I just said clear enough?"

"Shen Zhixia, Nan Chen's mother committed suicide by jumping off a building."

When Shen Zhixia first heard this, she was shocked.

In her memory, Ji Nanchen's mother, Zhang Guifen, was snobbish, cowardly, and unreasonable. She found it hard to imagine that such a woman would commit suicide by jumping off a building.

Shen Zhixia gripped her phone tightly, the impatience in her eyes vanishing without a trace.

"why?"

Why did she commit suicide?

In her view, a woman like Zhang Guifen would never commit suicide.

Suddenly, she remembered the day Zhang Guifen came to the Shen family to cause trouble.

Zhang Guifen said, "Zhixia, this is all my fault. If I hadn't been so foolish, I wouldn't have been scammed out of 2.3 million yuan. Those people threatened me, saying that I had to pay it back within ten days, or they would kill me."

She always thought that what happened that day was a play staged by Ji Nanchen and Zhang Guifen, with the aim of extorting money from her. So she told them that it had nothing to do with her and that they could do whatever they wanted, since Shen's public relations department had already taken action.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Guifen was actually scammed.

"I don't know. Come visit Nanchen at the hospital when you have time."

After saying this in a deep voice, Meng Jinghuai hung up the phone immediately.

Although he didn't want Nan Chen and Shen Zhixia to have any further contact, and even wished they would divorce quickly so that Nan Chen could start living his own life sooner, the fact was that Nan Chen might have a hard time waking up from his coma on his own.

Later that day, Shen Zhixia rushed to the hospital, where she found me unconscious.

I lay on the bed, pale-faced, with my eyes tightly closed.

Shen Zhixia slowly approached the bedside and softly called out, "Ji Nanchen?"

I heard her, but I didn't have the strength to respond.

Later, when I woke up, two days had passed.

When I woke up, Shen Zhixia was applying ointment to my chapped lips with a cotton swab soaked in water.

I was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Shen Zhixia, where's my mom?"

Shen Zhixia paused in her work, and after applying the lipstick to my chapped lips, she sat back down on the chair beside the hospital bed.

"It wasn't right for her body to remain at the police station, so I sent her for cremation."

"Don't worry, I've found her a very auspicious burial site, and she's been treated well."

I pursed my lips, gritted my teeth, and let large tears slide down my cheeks. I felt an emptiness in my heart. "Why? Why won't you let me see my mother one last time?"

Shen Zhixia looked at me with a complicated expression and didn't say anything.

I gasped for breath, my mouth agape, and my hands, resting at my sides, gripped the blanket tightly.

"Shen Zhixia, from now on, I have no family."

"No, you still have me."

Shen Zhixia reached out and gripped my hand tightly, her tone gentler than ever before.

I looked up at her, a smile on my lips. "Shen Zhixia, I regret it. If I hadn't been so determined to find you, marry you, and protect you, perhaps my mother wouldn't have died."

If I had forgotten that you were the one who saved me that year, I wouldn't have developed a spiritual attachment to you, and I wouldn't have thought about protecting you and preventing you from getting hurt. My body wouldn't have been worn down to its current state, and Zhang Guifen wouldn't have harbored delusions, thinking that having a wealthy daughter-in-law to back her up would make her fearless in gambling.

That's how people are; when they feel they're not afraid of anything, they become bold.

Shen Zhixia gripped my hand tightly. "Ji Nanchen, I'm sorry. If I had given you the money earlier, this wouldn't have happened."

It's too late. It's too late to say anything now!

I deserve to be in this situation now.

If I hadn't been so persistent and unwilling to let go, Shen Zhixia and I wouldn't have ended up like this.

I didn't answer her, I just quietly closed my eyes and let myself lie there listlessly.

Shen Zhixia sat by the hospital bed, holding my hand tightly and comforting me gently, "Ji Nanchen, don't be afraid, I'll be with you."

She knew perfectly well that she didn't like Ji Nanchen, and she also knew what she was doing.

Once she realized that Pei Jin wasn't as good a person as she had imagined, she became less fixated on the matter. She began to analyze things from an objective perspective, concluding that the possibility of Ji Nanchen killing Pei Jin was indeed slim.

Although she couldn't completely trust Ji Nanchen, judging from what she had done to him in the past, she had indeed been too cruel to him.

Shen Zhixia looked at the pale-faced man lying quietly on the hospital bed, her dark eyes filled with increasingly complex emotions.

For some reason, she suddenly felt that Ji Nanchen had lost a lot of weight.

She frowned slightly, and suddenly remembered the time when she first met him.

At that time, he was tall and straight, and when he looked at her with tears streaming down her face, his eyes were full of heartache.

He said, "Shen Zhixia, don't cry. You deserve all the good things in this world."

I don't know when it started, but the boy who was once as tall and straight as a pine tree has turned into this, just like a pine tree covered with withered leaves, exuding an aura of death.

Why does this happen?

When did that sunny and cheerful boy from back then become the way he is now?

Shen Zhixia opened her mouth, wanting to say something to ease the current atmosphere, but she didn't know what to say.

After a while, I opened my eyes and withdrew my hand expressionlessly.

"Shen Zhixia, that day when we left the Shen Group, we saw that group of people who were demanding money from my mother walk into the Shen Group. Do you know those people?"