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

Chapter 19 Starting Over

As evening approached, after my repeated persuasion, Lin Qiuran finally agreed to go back.

But before leaving, he was still worried about me being alone, and hesitated at the door.

"You just had surgery, can you manage on your own? Otherwise, I'll stay and keep you company."

"No need, you should go home and stay with your wife and child. I can manage on my own."

Over the years, I've gotten used to taking care of myself.

During the worst period of my illness, I always registered for the doctor and picked up my medicine by myself.

Several times, when I really couldn't hold on any longer, I would call for emergency help before I lost consciousness.

For me, the hospital is safer than that cold, impersonal home.

"Senior brother, go back quickly. It's not easy for your wife to take care of the child alone."

Hearing about the child, Lin Qiuran's eyes softened, and she stopped insisting. "Alright, I'll go now. Call me if you need anything. I'll come back to keep you company tomorrow morning."

"it is good."

I waved goodbye to Lin Qiuran as if it were nothing, but only when his figure disappeared from sight did I furrow my brow in pain and curl up into a ball.

I fumbled around on the table for a bit, then popped the painkillers the doctor had prescribed into my mouth, the bitter taste spreading through my mouth.

After a long time, my hospital gown was soaked with sweat, and the excruciating pain in my stomach finally subsided slightly.

I lay in bed, like a drowning person, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Every loving moment I shared with Song Yafei flashed through my mind like a movie.

Even after so many years, when I think about it now, I can't help but smile, feeling the happiness and sweetness of that time.

Unfortunately, times have changed, and people's hearts are fickle.

I must admit the fact that Song Yafei no longer loves me.

She was pregnant with another man's child, and at the critical moment between life and death, she also made a choice between me and Yu Chengliang.

If I were to leave now, I would be incredibly tactless.

I picked up my phone and looked at Song Yafei's photo. Tears welled up and soaked the blanket.

I stroked her face in the photo again and again, feeling a deep longing and reluctance to part, but in the end, all of that vanished when I received a text message from her.

—Chengliang and I are on the second floor of the hospital. Call me if you need anything.

Song Yafei, what am I to you?

I gave a self-deprecating laugh, my heart aching as if cut by a knife, but I still clutched the wound and struggled to get out of bed, put on my coat, and headed upstairs.

Even though I knew exactly what I was going to see, I still kept walking forward without turning back until I hit a wall.

Perhaps, only in this way can I finally give up completely.

......

At this moment, on the second floor of the inpatient department.

Yu Chengliang, with a bandage wrapped around his head and a pale face, leaned against the bench.

He was covered in blood, and the exposed parts of his skin were covered in horrifying scratches.

But his eyes remained bright and alert, and his hand holding the phone was rapidly editing a text message.

Da da da.

Suddenly, the sound of rhythmic high heels echoed down the corridor. He immediately put his phone back in his pocket and put on a pained expression.

He let his arm hang down as if it were boneless, pretending it was broken.

As he sensed the person approaching, a smile flashed in his eyes, and he began to perform even more energetically, his groans of "ouch, ouch" growing louder.

"Waaah, Mr. Song, what should I do? I injured my head. Will I be disfigured?"

"...It's me."

A deep, distinctive smoky voice came from above.

Yu Chengliang was slightly taken aback. When he saw that the person who came was his agent, Chen Li, he suddenly dropped his pretense, leaned back lazily, and continued to look at his phone.

"You still have the nerve to go out drinking with people? If this gets out, I'll make sure none of you live!"

"Chengliang, I advise you to wipe off your makeup before President Song arrives and tell her the truth."

Chen Li looked worried, her heart pounding as if something bad was about to happen.

Looking at the special effects makeup on Yu Chengliang's face, she became even more flustered, fearing that her secret would be exposed.

"Sister Li, you can rest assured, she will definitely not find out."

Yu Chengliang shrugged dismissively, about to offer a few more words of comfort, when he suddenly heard footsteps in the distance, and in an instant, he reverted to his pitiful state of being severely injured.

"Ouch, that hurts! Sister Li, do you think my face will be scarred later?"

"Chengliang, how are you?"

Song Yafei thought the accident was very serious, so she quickly sped up and ran to Yu Chengliang.

But when he saw that he only had a broken arm and some abrasions on his head, and that it wasn't as serious as he had described on the phone, his face immediately darkened.

"This is what you call a major accident?"

She looked at Chen Li with displeasure, her powerful aura suffocating, making her heart skip a beat.

"President Song, I..."

"Tell me, how could this kind of injury jeopardize the filming schedule?"

Feeling frustrated and with nowhere to vent her anger, Song Yafei was even more enraged when she saw them deliberately exaggerating the severity of the accident. She showed no mercy to the two of them and started yelling at them on the spot.

"If this level of injury makes you feel like you're dying, then you might as well go home! I don't keep useless people here!"

Chen Li and Yu Chengliang were stunned; neither of them had expected this outcome.

Fortunately, the two reacted quickly, and Yu Chengliang soon covered his head and began to gag.

"Ugh, Sister Li, my head hurts so much! Didn't the doctor say I needed surgery? When will I be better?"

"Ah, yes, Mr. Song, don't be fooled by the fact that Ah Liang only suffered some external injuries. In fact, he suffered a severe head injury, and the doctor is arranging surgery for him."

"This surgery is quite dangerous. It's possible... if things go wrong, Ah Liang might not make it off the operating table."

The two acted together seamlessly, and Chen Li dared not worry anymore, only wanting to make Song Yafei believe them as soon as possible.

"In that case, why don't you go ask the doctor when the surgery will start?"

"Okay, I'll go ask the doctor right away."

Chen Li didn't dare stay a moment longer and fled as if she were escaping.

Seeing that no one was around, Yu Chengliang stopped trying to hide it and immediately leaned weakly and aggrievedly on Song Yafei's shoulder, "President Song, my head hurts so much."

"Are you OK?"

"It's okay, as long as the filming goes smoothly, I'm fine with anything. I'm just afraid that I'll have a scar on my head, and then I won't be able to continue working for the company."

Seeing that he was wholeheartedly devoted to the company, Song Yafei's anger subsided considerably, and she looked distressed.

"I'll find you the best plastic surgeon, and I promise you won't have a single scar on your face."

"Mr. Song, you're so kind. If I were Brother Zhang, I'd be laughing in my sleep every day."

When my name was mentioned, Song Yafei's eyes darkened.

Will she remember me lying sick in the hospital bed?

Yu Chengliang only broke his arm, and he's in so much pain. What about me, who had surgery? Would she even care?

I stood behind the door, feeling utterly desolate.