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

I know we can't go back, but Shen Zhixia doesn't.

I don't know why Shen Zhixia, who used to not even come home once every two weeks, is suddenly so patient with me, but I find her quite amusing now.

Shen Zhixia looked at me quietly with her dark eyes, "Ji Nanchen, I will come home often in the future."

"late."

It's too late to say all this now; I no longer care whether she comes home or not.

After casually uttering two words, I changed the subject, "I'll tidy up the master bedroom later so he can move in."

Why would you prepare the master bedroom for him to live in?

Shen Zhixia looked at me with a puzzled expression, her hand on the sofa clenching tightly without her noticing.

He was eerily quiet now, and she suddenly missed the man she used to know.

I turned to look at the woman sitting on the sofa with a mocking expression, and asked sarcastically, "If a male mistress moves into your home, how can he assert his ownership if he doesn't stay in the master bedroom?"

"He's not the kind of person you think he is. Once you get to know him better, you'll find out..."

Shen Zhixia wanted to explain that Xu Jin was a very good person, but when she saw my expression getting colder and colder, she didn't know how to explain it anymore.

I gave a cold laugh, and my next words were even sharper.

"Your scandal has been trending on social media for so long, it's a bit late for you to explain now."

Shen Zhixia pursed her lips, and just as I was about to lose my patience, she spoke, "Ji Nanchen, anyway, you don't need to move out of the master bedroom. This is our house, so it's only right that you live in the master bedroom."

Before I could say anything, she added something in an ambiguous tone.

"When I come back, I will live with you."

My body stiffened slightly; I clearly hadn't expected her to say that.

I quickly regained my cold expression and uttered three words in a chilling voice, "Whatever."

After I returned to my room with my water glass, I sat down in a chair and silently looked at the design drafts on my computer, wanting to continue working, but my mind was filled with a jumble of thoughts.

Judging from Shen Zhixia's reaction just now, I know she didn't take my words about not loving her to heart.

Perhaps in her eyes, what I said was just to get her attention.

After composing myself, I continued with my design.

Downstairs in the living room, Shen Zhixia's brows furrowed even more tightly after she saw Ji Nanchen's figure disappear at the top of the stairs.

Before, when she didn't come home, Ji Nanchen would ask her several times a day when she was coming home. Why is it that now that she has taken the initiative to give in, he is not happy at all?

When she turned her head, her gaze fell once again on the spot where the wedding photos had been hanging.

Suddenly, she remembered many things.

In the years of their marriage, she would bring different men home each time to humiliate Ji Nanchen, showing affection to them in front of him and watching him get angry, furious, and cause trouble, thus gaining a sense of revenge.

Now she knows she may have made a mistake, so she wants to ease the tension between them, but Ji Nanchen doesn't seem to believe her.

But it's okay, they have a long time ahead of them, and she will let him know that she is different to him.

Not long after, I heard the sound of a car driving away downstairs from upstairs.

When I first met Shen Zhixia, I only felt lucky, because it was the first time someone had led me out of the dark hell.

Later, when I grew up, I saw her hiding and crying, so I went to comfort her because I wanted to help her too.

Over time, I don't even know when I started to like her.

In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed, and I have to admit that love and not love are really too obvious. The one who doesn't love will always be indifferent and heartless.

I've been persistent for so many years, experienced everything, and gained nothing.

What I thought I would never be able to give up turned out to be not as difficult as I imagined.

Thinking back now, I can't even quite understand what I like about Shen Zhixia. Maybe it's because she was the ray of light that saved me back then, so I've liked her for so many years without realizing it.

After I came to my senses, I picked up the water glass on the table and drank it all in one gulp.

The warm water has long since cooled, just like my once burning love, which has now become calm.

That evening, Shen Zhixia called me.

I let my phone ring, and for the first time, I didn't answer her call.

But she seemed determined to challenge me, hitting me one after another.

Finally, I answered her call. "What's wrong?"

Before I could finish speaking, Shen Zhixia's impatient voice rang out—

"Ji Nanchen, why did it take you so long to answer the phone?"

"Busy."

I rubbed my temples and asked in a low voice, "Why did you call me? What happened?"

"Xu Jin said he's free tomorrow and plans to move in. Please cook lunch for us tomorrow."

After saying this as a matter of course, Shen Zhixia added, "Xu Jin is not in good health and can't eat spicy food, so don't cook spicy dishes when you cook rice tomorrow."

Can't eat spicy food?

Have you ever considered that my favorite food is spicy food?

I frowned impatiently and glanced at the night view outside the window.

"I'm busy every day, so if you want to eat, go out to eat."

"If you don't cook at home, what do you do?"

Shen Zhixia frowned in confusion, and the image of the woman she had seen at the hospital that day involuntarily surfaced in her mind again. Her eyes turned cold. "Ji Nanchen, don't forget, you are a married man now. If you dare to have affairs outside, I can't guarantee what I might do."

"I'm busy making money so I can pay back the money I owe you!"

After yelling those words in annoyance, I hung up the phone immediately.

Actually, I wasn't very good at cooking before. I would usually just boil some instant noodles or regular noodles to make do.

Later I learned that Shen Zhixia had a sensitive stomach, so I learned to make soup for her and cook her favorite dishes. As my cooking skills improved, I ended up throwing away more and more leftovers.

She didn't like the food I used to cook, and now she actually wants to bring her boyfriend to eat the food I cook? She can forget about it!

I lay back down on the bed, a little angry, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

If I could divorce Shen Zhixia, where would I go?

Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs." Shen Zhixia will not let me go.

On the other side, Shen Zhixia's brows furrowed even more as the phone was suddenly hung up on her.

Zhang Guifen was defrauded of 2.3 million yuan, and Ji Nanchen sold his car, shares, and everything else, but only managed to raise 1.5 million yuan.

While he was unconscious, the debt collectors came to the door, and it was she who paid off Zhang Guifen's debts.

Two days ago, her bank card suddenly received a transfer of 1.5 million yuan, and the transferor was Ji Nanchen.

He also sent her a message saying, "Shen Zhixia, I still owe you 800,000 yuan, and I will pay it back as soon as possible."

When she saw the message, she didn't pay much attention to it because she never intended for him to pay her back, but he didn't think that way.

Suddenly, the words Ji Nanchen had said to her on the stairs during the day flashed through her mind.

He said, "Shen Zhixia, I don't like you anymore."

Shen Zhixia unconsciously tightened her grip on the table, her eyelids drooping.

Does he really not like her anymore?