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

"No."

Xu Jin gritted her teeth, her face grim as she placed the clothes in the corner. Before leaving, she still tried to save face, saying, "Nan Chen, the fabric of that shirt is quite special. Xia Xia had it custom-made for me. Remember to wash it only with cold water."

"Ah."

I responded nonchalantly and turned back to look at the half-finished design on the tablet.

But actually, I'm still a little sad inside.

I've known Shen Zhixia for so many years, and she has never bought me anything on her own initiative, let alone a custom-made shirt.

"boom."

The guest room door closed again, and my previously stiff back instantly relaxed.

After sitting in silence for a while, I got up, picked up the clothes Xu Jin had placed in the corner, and headed towards the bathroom.

Since it's an equal exchange, and Shen Zhixia is a woman of her word, then I naturally have to do what I promised her.

I opened the bag containing the clothes in the bathroom. Inside was a white shirt with the letters SZX embroidered in light-colored thread on the inside of the collar.

I know those three letters are the abbreviation for Shen Zhixia.

She truly loved Xu Jin and went to great lengths for him.

After the white shirt got wet, I started rubbing it by the collar. Everything was normal at first, but when I got to the hem, my palm was suddenly scraped by something sharp.

Blood gushed out instantly, staining the sink red.

The white shirt was stained with blood; I knew the shirt was ruined.

I raised my hand, staring blankly at the wound on my palm, and frowned slightly.

It's just a shirt, what could be so sharp that it cut my hand?

With a grim face, I picked up the shirt and examined it carefully again, finally finding a small razor blade under the hem.

At that moment, Xu Jin's eerie smile at the dinner table suddenly flashed into my mind.

He deliberately hid the razor blade in his shirt.

This was all to further escalate the conflict between me and Shen Zhixia, giving him an opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

I clenched my other, uninjured hand into a fist, pursing my lips as I pondered what to do next.

Xu Jin's shirt was custom-made; it's too late to buy another one now.

I helped Xu Jin with her laundry, and Shen Zhixia got a competitor's studio to drop its targeting of our studio—this was an equal exchange.

If I were to tell Shen Zhixia that Xu Jin deliberately sewed a razor blade into her shirt to frame me, she definitely wouldn't believe me.

So how should I break this deadlock?

I pondered for a moment with a serious expression, then turned my gaze to the showerhead placed beside me.

Suddenly, Dr. Lin's words echoed in my ears: "After chemotherapy, your immunity is weaker than that of ordinary people, so you must go back to the hospital for a blood routine test on time. This way, if anything is wrong, we can find out in time and intervene with medication immediately."

I turned around and strode towards the showerhead, then turned it on.

The icy water flowed from the showerhead, instantly drenching me and making me shiver involuntarily.

“It’s so cold!”

I couldn't help but mutter a word to myself, my hand holding the showerhead tightening slightly.

I think if I had a fever and was on the verge of death, Xu Jin would have to pretend to be magnanimous and unconcerned in front of Shen Zhixia.

Now, whether it's our studio or Meng Jinghuai and their hospital, I can't withstand Shen Zhixia's attacks anymore.

That night, I stood under the cold shower and was drenched in cold water all night long.

When I felt I really couldn't take it anymore, I went downstairs, found a wrench, broke the shower switch, pretending it had accidentally broken, and then went downstairs to turn off the water valve in the guest room.

After I finished doing all this, I leaned against the wall and smiled softly.

At that moment, I suddenly felt like I was going crazy.

I shivered and huddled under the covers, trying to warm myself, but it didn't work; I was too cold.

Later that day, I drifted off to sleep.

I don't know how much time had passed when I heard a familiar voice calling out, "Ji Nanchen, get up and eat."

I tried to answer her with my eyes half-open, but I had no strength to speak.

I never knew my body could be this weak after chemotherapy.

Shen Zhixia originally came to call Ji Nanchen to come downstairs for breakfast, but no one responded to her at all.

When she opened the door, she saw him lying quietly on the bed, curled up in a ball.

"Ji Nanchen?"

Shen Zhixia called my name again, and I heard her, but I couldn't open my eyes.

I could feel Shen Zhixia's scrutinizing gaze on my face. The next second, her annoyed voice rang out in the guest room, "Ji Nanchen, what tricks are you up to now?"

After waiting for a while and still not hearing my reply, she finally realized that something was wrong with me.

She looked at me, who looked like I was dead, her brows furrowed. She reached out and touched my head, her hand trembling slightly. "You have a fever?"

Shen Zhixia, with a sullen face, immediately took out her phone and called her private doctor.

She said, "Come to my villa right now, Ji Nanchen has a fever, come and take a look."

After she hung up the phone, she brought me a blanket and covered me with it.

Ji Nanchen has always been in good health, so why did he suddenly develop a fever?

The next second, the events of yesterday suddenly flashed into her mind—

“Nan Chen, I’m going on a business trip to handle something very important, so I specially wore the handmade shirt that Xia Xia gave me.”

"That shirt is very precious to me, and I can't bear to send it to the machine wash, so I always wash it myself. But I haven't been feeling well these past few days, so could you please wash it for me?"

After recalling this incident, Shen Zhixia's brows furrowed even more tightly.

Ji Nanchen couldn't possibly get a fever from washing just one piece of clothing, could he?

As she looked down, she suddenly saw specks of blood on the ground, dark red and already congealed.

Ji Nanchen is injured?

After realizing the problem, she leaned closer to me again, her tone softening slightly, and asked in a low voice, "Ji Nanchen, where are you hurt?"

This time, I didn't ignore her question. I stared at her blankly and stretched out my scratched right hand.

My right hand was scratched while washing clothes yesterday, so I wrapped a piece of gauze around my palm to stop the bleeding.

Shen Zhixia's brows furrowed even more instantly. "What did you do? How did you get hurt?"

Before I could answer, there was a knock on the guest room door.

"Knock knock knock."

Just as Shen Zhixia turned her head to look, Wang Ma's voice rang out from outside the guest room, "Miss, Dr. Zhao has arrived."

"Come in."

After uttering those two words indifferently, she couldn't help but turn and glance at me again.

Perhaps because my complexion was really bad, Shen Zhixia was unusually not angry. She just looked at Dr. Zhao and said, "He has a fever. You should take a look at him quickly."

"Ok."

Dr. Zhao stepped forward to examine me, and frowned slightly when he saw the gauze wrapped around my palm.

After a while, he took out the thermometer he had used to take my temperature. "Miss Shen, Mr. Ji has a fever of 39.2 degrees Celsius. Based on my initial assessment, he probably caught a chill last night, and coupled with his already poor health, that's why he has a fever. Also, the wound on his palm needs to be treated again, otherwise it will become infected and fester."

"Your constitution is inherently weak?"