My life is ending, and my aloof CEO wife is taking revenge on me.

Chapter 104 Another Wrist Slash

Does Song Yafei think that her belief or disbelief still matter to me?

I don't want to explain right now. "So what if it is?"

"We're just business partners. You're already having an affair, so why can't I? It's only fair that we're treated the same!"

Song Yafei's eyes turned red with anger. She grabbed my neck and pressed me down onto the bed.

He said those extremely possessive things.

"I said that in this life, you can only be mine, and even if we separate, you can only be mine."

Her domineering behavior left me speechless and unable to explain it.

With a defeated look in my eyes and a bitter smile on my lips, I looked at her helplessly and said softly.

"Is it only when I die that I can truly belong to myself?"

My words startled Song Yafei.

This isn't the first time I've said this, but I rarely do it so casually, yet with such seriousness.

Not wanting to provoke her even more, he glared at her resentfully and squeezed out three words through gritted teeth, "You rest!"

Just when I thought I wouldn't be able to get away tonight, her phone rang at the perfect moment, breaking our stalemate.

Song Yafei picked up her phone and glanced at it, then resolutely got off me.

I went to the wardrobe, changed my clothes, and left.

I lay slumped on the bed, enveloped by a cold sense of powerlessness, and gradually curled up.

Shortly after Song Yafei left, she received a text message on her phone.

When I opened it, I saw that it was an intimate photo sent by Yu Chengliang.

In the photo, Song Yafei is wearing a bathrobe, and there is also a selfie of Yu Chengliang.

There were many obvious marks on his neck and chest.

I gave a bitter smile, and as I smiled, tears streamed down my face.

Song Yafei, are you that thirsty?

I wasn't satisfied just now, so I went to find him immediately.

My mind went blank for a moment, then a sharp, throbbing pain shot through my chest.

Yu Chengliang was showing off to me.

The marks on his body seemed to be telling me that as long as he beckons, Song Yafei will always come back to him, no matter when.

I'm always the one who gets abandoned and left alone.

This is a fact I've always known, isn't it?

But seeing these things again today, after my heart has softened once more, is exponentially more painful.

I suddenly sat up abruptly, and the thought of Song Yafei going back and forth between me and Yu Chengliang made me feel nauseous.

So dirty!

She's dirty, and I'm dirty too!

Without even putting on shoes, I ran straight to the bathroom, turned on the tap, and let the water pour over my head.

When I saw the bath towel, I grabbed it and started scrubbing my arms and chest.

I'm like a machine, tireless and oblivious to time, constantly rubbing myself.

I didn't stop until my eyes were bloodshot and I had spots of blood on my body.

Aunt Lin came upstairs at some point and knocked on the door from the outside.

"Sir, are you alright? You've been inside for quite a while?"

Has it been a long time?

He shook his head, and water droplets splashed to both sides.

I discovered that I had no healthy spots on my body; my entire body was red, and there were even traces of blood seeping out.

I just felt dirty and wanted to wash myself clean. The water had turned icy cold and kept washing over my chest.

Aside from getting it clean, nothing else matters.

Not wanting Aunt Lin to worry, I loudly replied, "It's okay, I'm going to take a bath, you go ahead and do your work."

Only after Aunt Lin's footsteps disappeared did I turn to look at my reflection in the mirror, my body completely red.

The vibrant crimson color stimulated me, and a strange emotion surged through my mind.

The person in the mirror suddenly gave a wicked smile, and I was surprised to see myself like that.

The next second, he picked up a razor blade from the cabinet and slashed his wrist without hesitation.

The wrist that once bore the mark is now stained with bright red blood again, and strangely, I feel a sense of satisfaction.

It's a kind of liberation that beckons to freedom!

I stood there watching my blood flow down my wrist to the ground, the bloodstain on the ground growing larger and larger.

My vision became increasingly blurry, and I finally felt powerless. I leaned against the toilet next to me, letting the blood flow freely.

When I felt unusually relaxed and weak, I thought of Song Yafei.

It's finally time to say goodbye.

Just when I felt my life was about to end, I heard Song Yafei's voice in the void.

At this point, should she continue to pester him?

I tried to force a smile, but I don't know if I succeeded.

Even if I succeed, I think it will be an ugly smile.

boom--

After a loud crash, the bathroom door slammed shut, blurring Song Yafei's anxious face.

Her light, floating body was picked up by someone.

All she could hear was Song Yafei's heartbreaking cries, "Zhang Tian, ​​don't sleep, don't!"

"Please...don't sleep..."

Is this still Song Yafei?

Is Song Yafei, so afraid of losing herself and so fragile, still the Song Yafei I know?

Before her consciousness faded, she saw Song Yafei's pained face...

I woke up again amidst a noisy environment, and when I opened my eyes, I saw a pale yet familiar hospital room.

Lin Qiuran's furious voice came from the door of the ward. They probably thought I was still unconscious, and their voices didn't quiet down at all.

"Didn't I warn you that his mood was very off? What kind of wife is he?"

This time, Song Yafei didn't refute Lin Qiuran's words, which was unusual, as if she believed him to some extent.

Somewhat worried, she asked Lin Qiuran, "What's wrong with him? What's wrong with his health?"

Lin Qiuran didn't tell her the truth, and said sarcastically, "Isn't President Song very capable? It's not difficult for him to find out what he wants."

He was aware of my wishes after all, and did not tell Song Yafei about my condition.

This time, Song Yafei remained unusually silent in response to Lin Qiuran's angry rebuke.

A moment later, the door to the ward was pushed open, and when I looked over, I met Song Yafei's gaze.

Her face beamed with undisguised joy as she quickly approached the bedside and grasped my intact hand.

"You're awake. Is anything bothering you? I'll go get the doctor."

I didn't want to pay attention to her. I didn't think much of her humble attitude and ingratiating smile.

I tried to turn my head with my eyes closed, but it was difficult. This injury was quite serious. I was still on oxygen through my nose and had an electrocardiogram.

The pain in my wrist reminded me of what I had done.

But now that I think about it, I can't really explain why I acted that way back then.

But Lin Qiuran's words outside just now reminded me.

I'm having a problem; I'm having a major psychological problem.

It seems that psychotherapy should be put on the agenda as soon as possible.

But my ignoring it doesn't mean Song Yafei will follow my lead.

This time, however, she wasn't angry. Instead, she spoke softly, "If you're tired, just get some sleep. Sleeping more will help you recover faster. I'll stay here with you."

I wanted to refuse, but my refusal wouldn't necessarily be effective in her eyes, so I just let her be.