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

"No."

Shen Zhixia suddenly released her grip on my shirt, stood up, straightened her somewhat disheveled clothes, and then forcefully flipped me over, quickly untying the ropes binding my hands.

"It's getting late, you should go to sleep."

After saying this, she turned and walked towards the door.

My body stiffened, and my eyes narrowed slightly as I recalled Xu Jin's voice.

Does she care that much about Xu Jin?

He only called out twice from outside the door, and she unconditionally put me down and left.

In the past, when she went home, Xu Jin would call her, and she would always respond to Xu Jin immediately.

This time, I suddenly didn't want to let Xu Jin get away with it.

I gritted my teeth slightly, suddenly stood up, put my arm around her waist, and turned around to bring her back to the bed.

"Whether we slept or not is none of his business!"

I placed my hands on either side of Shen Zhixia's body, leaned down, and directly sealed her lips with mine.

Outside the room, Xu Jin waited for a long time, but the door still didn't open. Unwilling to give up, he looked up and knocked on the door again.

"Knock knock knock."

"Xiaxia, my forehead is bleeding. Do you have iodine at home?"

This time, as Xu Jin's voice fell, I was pushed away violently by Shen Zhixia.

"I'll go see him."

She got up, straightened her clothes, and walked straight towards the door.

I sat quietly on the bed, panting, staring straight at Shen Zhixia's back.

As expected, the person she cared about most was Xu Jin.

When Shen Zhixia opened the door, she immediately saw Xu Jin squatting pitifully by the door.

He tilted his head slightly, tears glistening in the corners of his eyes, a few drops of bright red blood trickling down his forehead. "Xiaxia, do you have iodine at home? My wound is still bleeding; it needs to be disinfected."

"How are you doing?"

Shen Zhixia looked at Xu Jin with heartache, bent down and helped him up, "Your wound is still bleeding, I'll take you to the hospital to get it treated."

Xu Jin responded softly, and as she left, she glanced into the room.

When he saw me sitting on the bed with my clothes disheveled, his brows furrowed slightly, and a flash of jealousy crossed his eyes.

He never expected that things would escalate to this point between Shen Zhixia and Ji Nanchen, and that they almost ended up having sex today.

If their relationship were restored to normal, what would be left for him?

He clenched his fists tightly at his sides, paused in his steps, and turned to look in my direction. "Nan Chen, don't worry about me, I'm fine. Xia Xia will take me to the hospital to treat my wound."

You don't need to explain so much to him.

After saying this, Shen Zhixia helped Xu Jin turn around and left.

I sat quietly on the bed, watching their departing figures, and my eyes welled up with tears.

At that moment, I suddenly felt incredibly ridiculous for what I had just done, that I had actually tried to keep Shen Zhixia from leaving.

How could she possibly stay for me?

As I listened to the sound of luxury cars driving away downstairs, I closed my eyes slightly and leaned back expressionlessly.

Does death stop a person from feeling sadness?

Meanwhile, Shen Zhixia took Xu Jin to the hospital for a detailed physical examination, and the final result was that Xu Jin had a mild concussion.

After disinfecting her wound, Xu Jin turned her head and met Shen Zhixia's concerned eyes.

"Xiaxia, I'm fine, you don't need to worry about me so much."

"I'm sorry, you wouldn't have gotten hurt if Ji Nanchen hadn't hit you so hard."

Shen Zhixia looked at the gauze on Xu Jin's head with a complicated expression.

Suddenly, she remembered the scene in the master bedroom where Ji Nanchen had taken the initiative to pull her back.

At that time, his eyes were extremely aggressive, domineering and forceful, just like he had been before.

I wonder what he's doing at home now?

"Xia Xia?"

Xu Jin called Shen Zhixia twice, but didn't hear a reply, so she couldn't help but raise her voice and call her again.

"what happened?"

After regaining her senses, Shen Zhixia asked a question full of doubt.

Xu Jin looked at her innocently and pointed to the gauze on her head. "The doctor has already bandaged me up. Let's go back."

"it is good."

Shen Zhixia responded softly and followed Xu Jin out of the hospital.

The man walking beside her clearly noticed her absent-mindedness tonight, and his brows furrowed even more.

At this moment, he was extremely grateful that he had bumped his head again tonight after discovering that Shen Zhixia had gone to the master bedroom, causing the wound to bleed. Otherwise, after today, he feared that the relationship between Shen Zhixia and Ji Nanchen would have warmed up considerably.

When he first met Shen Zhixia, she was a free-spirited and ruthless woman. Although she was always very kind to him, he knew that this kindness was just a form of emotional support.

She hated Ji Nanchen, so she treated him with a vengeful kindness.

But recently, her behavior has been noticeably off; he senses that she's slowly becoming more and more concerned about Ji Nanchen.

Ji Nanchen is already so sick, how come he's not dead yet?

On their way back, Xu Jin remained silent for a while before finally speaking up, "Xiaxia, I feel like my living there is making Nanchen unhappy. Maybe I should move out?"

"No need, it's quite convenient for you to stay there, and it'll also give you someone to keep him company."

Thinking of this, Shen Zhixia unconsciously tightened her grip on the steering wheel, and the car sped up considerably.

After Zhang Guifen died, Ji Nanchen never left the villa.

He seemed to have become indifferent to everything, so she couldn't help but bring Xu Jin home because she wanted to see him more vibrant.

But he doesn't seem to have changed back to who he was before.

By the time Shen Zhixia and her companion returned to the villa, it was nearly evening.

The villa was empty, and the lights weren't on, just like when Ji Nanchen didn't live there anymore.

After helping Xu Jin to sit down on the sofa, Shen Zhixia frowned and returned to the master bedroom.

"Ji Nanchen!"

She angrily pushed open the bedroom door and immediately saw me busy creating a drawing.

I turned my head, annoyed that my work had been interrupted, and asked, "What is it?"

Shen Zhixia was slightly taken aback, and after a long while, she asked in an annoyed tone, "Why didn't you cook?"

"I'm not your nanny, why should I cook?"

I asked a question back as a matter of course, and then looked down and sketched a few more lines on the draft.

If this area is drawn like this, it feels like something is missing.

Shen Zhixia stared at me with a gloomy expression. "After you pushed Xu Jin down, she hit her forehead. The doctor said she has a mild concussion."

I paused in my work and scoffed at him.

"When did I become a superhero? How come I didn't know?"

"Go downstairs and apologize to him now."

Hearing this, I scoffed, "You want me to apologize to him? Shen Zhixia, are you that stupid that you can't even see through such a simple and mindless scheme?"