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

When Shen Zhixia returned, I stammered and said, "Shen Zhixia, you actually have feelings for me too."

"That joke is really funny."

Shen Zhixia stood by the bed, staring at me with a cold and stern expression. Her gloomy eyes felt like countless sharp thorns piercing my heart.

Do you know why I'm afraid you'll die?

"Because only when a person is alive can they feel worse than dead."

Death, on the contrary, is a kind of liberation.

I closed my eyes in pain, my fingers twitched at my sides, and I didn't know what to say.

If I were taken to the hospital by ambulance right now, she would know that I have cancer.

Will she still be so calm by then?

Shen Zhixia's death wipes away all debts, but the debt I have to repay is not the debt I owe Pei Jin, but the debt I owe you.

In a daze, I felt as if I had returned to the time when I was locked in a dark room.

I was only eight years old that year. Because I wanted to go to school, my father locked me in a dark room again.

Fearing I would escape, he tied my hands and stood at the door of the small dark room, reeking of alcohol, saying rudely, "You brat, let's see how you run away this time!"

"You should just stay here quietly and go hungry for two days. Then you'll realize that studying is useless and you'd be better off going out to earn some money to help support your family."

"I raised you all these years, not so you could come here and freeload!"

After saying this, my father turned around and closed the door to the small dark room.

The small, dark room was pitch black. I could hear the squeaking of mice. Compared to the fear I felt the first time I was locked up, I was much braver this time.

I turned to look at the only window in the small dark room and remembered the noises that had come from that window earlier.

"Hey, are you there?"

A rustling sound came from the small window, followed by a delicate voice, "Why are you locked up again?"

"Didn't you say you could save me last time? How can I give you a chance to save me if I'm not locked up?"

I stared intently at the small window, my eyes filled with anticipation.

Actually, I knew in my heart at that time that there was no way a child could possibly rescue me.

Unexpectedly, the child actually found a way to open the window. His small body squeezed into the window and untied the ropes binding my hands.

She said, "Don't be afraid. If I say I'll save you, I will definitely get you out of here."

After we climbed out of the small window, I was able to see her face clearly.

She was a tiny girl with two braids. If it weren't for the specks of dust on her face, she would really look like a clean porcelain doll.

Like a little angel, she led me out of the dark little room and took me to eat the sweetest dessert in the world.

Later, when I returned home, I was still beaten severely, and she disappeared from my life from then on.

The next time I met her was a year later.

At that time, a major event occurred in the village: the renowned entrepreneurs, Mr. and Mrs. Shen, along with their young daughter, sponsored impoverished students.

When we met again, she didn't recognize me.

She said, "Little one, don't be afraid. Although your family doesn't have money, my family does! I'll take care of your tuition."

From that day on, my father agreed to let me go to school.

Because I went to school, he was able to embezzle nearly half of my poverty relief funds.

On the way to the hospital, I vaguely heard Shen Zhixia say to Uncle Zhang, "Uncle Zhang, Xu Jin has something to discuss with me. You can go to the hospital with him."

When I was fully awake, all I could see was the hospital's white ceiling.

Uncle Zhang stood by my hospital bed and called Shen Zhixia, "Miss, Mr. Ji has woken up. Would you like to come to the hospital to see him?"

"Everyone's fine, what's the point of me going to check?"

Shen Zhixia finished speaking casually and was about to hang up the phone when Uncle Zhang suddenly called out to her.

"Miss!"

"what happened?"

Shen Zhixia's questioning voice came through the phone. Uncle Zhang looked up at me with a complicated expression, "Miss, Mr. Ji, he..."

"Alright, Uncle Zhang, I'm quite busy here. I don't care about Ji Nanchen's health. Just take care of him."

After saying this impatiently, Shen Zhixia hung up the phone.

She really didn't care whether I lived or died.

It's strange, even though I knew about this a long time ago, I still felt very sad when I realized it again.

When Uncle Zhang saw me like this, he hesitated for a moment and then awkwardly tried to comfort me.

"Mr. Ji, please don't overthink it. Miss must be too busy with work at the company, that's why..."

I stared intently at the man standing before me. "You already know about my condition, don't you?"

I suddenly lost consciousness and was taken to the hospital. According to the doctor's diagnosis, when something was found to be wrong, the family would definitely be asked to do basic examinations as soon as possible.

My condition couldn't keep up with all those tests.

Uncle Zhang nodded with a complicated expression, looking at me somewhat awkwardly.

"I...I didn't know you were sick. If I had known, I would have brought you something to eat, I..."

"Uncle Zhang, you don't need to feel guilty. This is all I should bear."

Falling in love with her was a mistake from the start.

I should pay the price for the mistakes I made.

"Uncle Zhang, please don't tell her about my situation."

My words left Uncle Zhang stunned for several seconds before he reacted, looking at me with wide surprise.

"But you...you don't have much time left, and Miss will find out sooner or later."

"She doesn't care whether I live or die; whether she knows or not makes no difference to her."

I turned to look at the IV drip that was hanging in the tubing and told Uncle Zhang to go back first, "Uncle Zhang, it's getting late, you should go back and rest."

Uncle Zhang said he wanted to stay and take care of me, but I refused.

I want to be alone for a while.

But to my surprise, no sooner had he left than my good brother showed up.

As soon as he entered the ward, he started cursing at me.

"Ji Nanchen, do you have a death wish? Do you know that when you were brought here, your vital signs were almost nonexistent!"

"If you didn't want to live, you should have said so earlier. I've been trying to stop Jinyun from leaving, hoping she could cure you."

Meng Jinghuai used to be a very good-tempered person, but since he learned about my illness, he has become increasingly irritable lately.

I forced a smile and begged him for forgiveness.

"I know I was wrong. Starting tomorrow, I'll cooperate fully with your treatment, okay?"

"Really?"

Meng Jinghuai stared at me suspiciously, clearly distrustful of my repeated lack of cooperation.

I nodded with difficulty, "I mean what I say."

After we chatted about other things for a bit, he fed me a small bowl of porridge.

After I finished eating, I closed my eyes wearily and had a restless sleep.

When I woke up, I saw that my phone had received many messages and calls, all from my studio's partners.

I quickly checked the information on my phone and soon learned about the current situation of the studio.

Many clients have suddenly reneged on their contracts, preferring to pay penalties rather than continue working with us.

But our studio has always had a good relationship with these clients, so why would there be a sudden large number of contract cancellations?