gh escaped her lips... That was it.They all didn't believe it... including Shen Xiujin.Thus, there was no need for Jian Tong to say any more. Su Meng could roughly guess the conflict between Jian Tong...In the hospital, the door to the ward creaked open silently. This time, Shen Er didn't act as a mouthpiece.

Bai Yu arrived hurriedly and saw the woman.

He didn't say a word. Su Meng pulled Bai Yu towards the corridor, and they closed the door behind them.

The man in the bed lay on his side, asleep.

And yet, what he dreamed of was unknown. His tightly furrowed brow showed that his sleep was restless.

A hand resting on the bedding, wearing a wedding ring.

The woman walked slowly closer, finally stopping by the man's bedside.

Her gaze settled on the ring between his fingers.

I don't know what she was thinking.

He just stared at the ring for a long, long time, lost in thought.

After what felt like an eternity, the man faintly opened his eyes, and all he saw was the person from his dream.

He tugged a pale smile from her face: "Dreaming again"

As if they were old friends who hadn't seen each other in years, his voice was soft and gentle as he spoke to her, “It’s really nice. You’re willing to come into my dreams.”

The woman stood by the bed, coming to her senses. Her gaze slowly shifted to the man's face, but all that was left was a sliver of his former self, so thin he looked like a mere wisp of moonlight.

Perhaps it was his words, perhaps it was the tenderness and longing he had in his eyes that she had never seen before.

She didn't want to think about how she could show him that she hated him.

She followed her heart and suddenly bent her head, a warm kiss softly landed on his forehead, "Is it a dream"

She asked.

A look of surprise and joy crossed the man's eyes, his lips curling into a smile. "It was a dream,"

She chuckled softly, as if forgetting the love and hate that had entangled the two of them, forgetting all the hardships they had endured. Like old friends who hadn't seen each other in years, she reached out and gave his arm a playful twist: "Was it a dream"

A sudden pain jolted the man awake. He was astonished and overjoyed, unable to believe it, too afraid to close his eyes, for fear that when he opened them again, she would be gone.

"It hurts," he said. "Not really, pinch me again."

She picked up an apple from the side, quietly peeling it. After a while, the peeled apple was handed to the person in front of her.

The apple before him emitted the aroma of its flesh. In the man's deep eyes, he felt more and more that this was impossible, hesitant to reach for it.

Who knows, the moment he goes to pick up an apple, it might vanish from right before his eyes in the next second.

"When will the surgery be" she asked, not pressing further, holding a peeled apple in her hand.

The man instantly felt a prickle of barely perceptible tension: "Who's whispering in your ear"

"Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow" she asked again, ignoring his grumbling.

" ...the day after tomorrow," he stared at her intently, saying that he was stubborn, in fact, she was more stubborn than him. She wouldn't let it go unless she got to the bottom of it.

The woman nodded and shoved the apple in front of him. "Don't you want it I peeled it."

She said.

At the man's words, "I shaved it for you," a warmth surged through him. The man who was always strong and unyielding felt a lump in his throat at this moment. His eyes were slightly red and watery, but he quickly blinked them dry, reaching out to take the item.

Every bite, it wasn't like eating an apple, but like tasting nectar and ambrosia.

Every mouthful is sweet.

His mind was slightly muddled, unable to guess her intentions.

He ate the apple bite by bite, and she sat beside him, quietly peeling another one for him.

He finished, and the second apple in her hand was just peeled, so she handed it to him.

The man didn't say a word, took it and started eating.

The second, the third... all the way to the fifth, he looked at the apples in his hand with some difficulty. Even if he loved fruit, he couldn't eat several in a row, let alone apples, which he didn't particularly enjoy.

"Eat more, or you won't have the energy." The woman said lightly.

He had a head full of black question marks, no energy What no energy

He was still racking his brains, pondering her words, when the woman beside him spoke.

"Really not eating anymore Full"

"I'm full."

He couldn't understand what she meant, was she full from eating apples

Besides a heart full of questions, there was an air of bewilderment.

But the woman had already turned and walked out of the ward.

In an instant, a tremendous sense of loss washed over me.

He wanted to call out to her, but he held back... Tomorrow's surgery, what would the result be Who knows.

He wanted to give her the whole world, to give her happiness, to spend his life by her side... All of this had become a fantasy.

Who knows, after tomorrow, whether he lives or dies.

As for why she would appear at his bedside in the middle of the night... well, well, let her be.

With a click—a sound that echoed in the cold, sterile ward—the door lock clicked shut.

He watched her go back and forth, "You..."

But the woman was already standing by his bedside, silently watching him for a long while. The man, usually so stoic, felt his face flush under her gaze: "I know you hate me, that right now you want me dead. As long as you're happy, I'm willing."

But I don't want to, to dirty your hands, why don't you wait a little longer until my surgery the day after tomorrow.

Don't worry, the success rate of the surgery is extremely low. I owe you, and I'll pay you back sooner or later.

"Just...don't dirty your hands anymore. Even if you don't care, I...do."

Having heard that she bought a ticket, yet returned late at night and appeared in his hospital ward, locking the door again... it was also possible. After all, he owed her so much, hurt her so much. It wouldn't be surprising if she hated him, hated him to death.

But this, she doesn't need to do it herself.

The woman stared quietly at the man muttering on the hospital bed. The next second, she reached out to him.

"Really, don't get your hands dirty for me..."

The character "hand" hadn't even finished falling when the bedclothes were thrown back, and a thin figure squeezed in.

Suddenly, the softness and warmth of jade in his arms.

He froze, completely speechless.

"You, me..."

Her fingers, unbuttoning his clothes, flipped over and straddled him, looking like a bully teasing a village girl.

"You...you..."

With a snap, the buttons flew open. She leaned down, her pink lips meeting his.

If that were the case, he wouldn't be a man if he could stand it!

Her mind was a blank, she had no idea what she was playing at.

His body had already reacted honestly, his big hand suddenly gripping her slender waist, tilting his head back, his thin lips fiercely responding to her.

Outside the door, Shen Er keenly heard the sound of the latch clicking shut behind him. He was immediately tense and reached out to knock on the door.

She was stopped by Su Meng.

"The door is locked, what if the madam does something bad to Boss..."

"You're saying it hypothetically, too," Su Meng retorted.

Bai Yu's face was solemn: "One should not be afraid of ten thousand things, but just in case. If she returns, it would be a strange thing, wouldn't it"

"Even Young Master Bai said so, you stand aside, don't stop me, Boss is in great danger right now!" Shen Er's face was full of anger: "I have to go in and stop him..."

Before the words were even out, the three of them at the door heard a sound that made their faces flush.

All who have experienced the world, even the most foolish, understand what this sound means.

In an instant, Shen Er's face flushed red.

"Kick the door in and stop him, your boss is in danger." Su Meng said with malicious amusement.

Bai Yu walked silently to the end of the corridor, his hand in his pocket.

Inside, it was a little world of its own, as if completely separated from the outside.

As the curtain fell, a woman silently rose and quietly dressed.

"Shen Xiujin, just now we didn't have any protection." The woman's melodious voice spoke slowly:

"No one can say for sure," she said, reaching out to gently touch her belly, "if life has already begun here."

"You..."

You know, I hate you so much. You said it yourself, you owe me too much, you've hurt me too deeply.

Then you should know how deeply I hate you.

The stars in his eyes, gradually dimmed, "Little one…"

"You're dying, you know. Before you kick the bucket, I'm going to get my due."

I'm afraid if you die, I won't be able to collect the debt from a dead man.

The surgery in two days, the success rate is very low. If the operation fails, wait until you die, and I will let your child call someone else dad.

The man's eyes flashed, and he hurriedly refuted, "That can't be done!"

By the bedside, the woman merely smiled at him: "Of course. After all, since I hate you so much, I must let you die with regret."

She comforted him: "Don't worry, your child won't grow up without a father by his side."

"Of course! My son, of course, will have his father growing up with him."

……

The day of the surgery

The weather is very cold, the sky is overcast and gloomy.

In the hospital garden, a biting wind chilled her to the bone. She sat on a bench, wrapped in a heavy scarf.

Su Meng was holding a cup of hot juice and stamping her feet from the cold: "You too, there's heating in the hospital, why do you have to sit outside in the cold wind"

She simply wrapped her scarf tighter and looked up at the overcast sky.

"What are you thinking about" Sumeng leaned over, imitating her, and looked up at the sky. "There's nothing to look at, it's just hazy."

"I'm thinking, I came back again, didn't I do something wrong"

Su Meng sneered upon hearing this: "That night you ate everyone alive, back then, why didn't you think about whether what you did was wrong when you came back Now that you're thinking about it, isn't it too late"

"Must have had water on the brain. Just couldn't think straight for a moment."

Su MENG twitched her lips and changed the subject: “To be honest, what were you thinking about at the airport that day What made you change your mind in the end”

“I wasn't thinking about anything, I just thought, he hurt me too much, I hated him so much, after all, we were entangled for half our lives. I came back, just to be a part of his last moments. To send him off one last time.”

Su Meng didn't believe it and twitched the corners of her mouth... Just to see if Shen Xiuqin was dead or alive, and what kind of miserable state he was in before his death, she needed to go to bed

It was clear that Shen Xiujin had something to worry about and didn't dare to die easily.

"You know, I hate him, and I'm afraid of him too.

Six years ago, he sent me to prison, surrounded by iron bars holding prisoners.

Not long ago, one morning when I woke up, I was again locked in a space filled with iron bars. He had boarded up all the windows of the house.

To me, it was no different than the iron bars in prison six years ago.

He tried every means to imprison me. He only let go when he was on the brink of death.

I'm sick of this game, I'm sick of it, I believe it.

What's the time now

He was dying quickly, so he let go.

Does he seem to have deep friendships

You have a point. I'm at the airport, all I can hear is you yelling at me. I'm running away, always running.

Constant evasion.

It's not just him, but also the Jian family.

I fled to Lake Erhai, was it to repay the debt of life I owed Ah Lu, or was it under Ah Lu's name that I escaped all that was unbearable.

Shen Xiujin, that man, he imprisoned my body. And I, I imprisoned my own heart.

The woman stood up, "Alright, go back. It's getting a little cold."

Su Meng was still immersed in the woman's monologue, and upon hearing this, he suddenly stood up: "You still know cold, let's go back."

She chased after him, shoving the hot juice in her hand into Jian Tong's.

At a corner, I unexpectedly bumped into an acquaintance.

"Has his surgery not ended yet" Grandpa Shen spoke first.

"The surgery is complicated, let's wait a bit." She replied, but didn't want to say more to the old man before her.

She felt uncomfortable all over whenever he spoke one extra word.

"I heard you got divorced"

"Your message is really insightful."

"Just go. Hmph."

The old man snorted dismissively, walked around her, and limped away with his cane.

"Wait for me." She ran after him, "The matters between you and my grandfather are none of my concern. I owe you nothing. If you wish to collect a debt, go find my deceased grandfather."

Well, my position is clear. Goodbye, and good riddance.

"You!" The old man behind shouted angrily, but Jian Tong had already walked far away.

Su Meng chased after him: "What's the matter Is the Shen family still feuding with the Jian family"

No.

"Then you..."

"I don't like the look of that old man."

Su Meng stood behind her, giving her a thumbs-up: "Good job."

The feud between the Shen family and the Jian family, between Old Master Shen and Old Master Jian, should best be buried with the two old masters in the ground.

As for her, she'd rather not speak of it.

The third day after surgery

In the intensive care unit, the man in the hospital bed showed signs of life.

Even the smallest reaction is enough to make all those waiting with worry dance for joy.

The morning of the tenth day

The man in the bed opened his eyes, “Where is she Did she leave again”

The first thing I did when I opened my eyes was to turn the only eyeball that could be turned, looking around, but I didn't see the person I had been longing for.

Bai Yu Xing took his temperature, while saying somewhat angrily:

"You narrowly escaped death at the gate of hell, and you still think about a woman who doesn't have you in her heart"

"As expected... she's gone." The man's eyes held a poignant melancholy that tugged at one's heart.

Bai Yu Xing rolled his eyes.

"Won't you go after them"

She hates me. I don't want to do anything to pressure her anymore after having a brush with death.

Bai Yu xing seemed to have seen a ghost: “Damn, tell me, are you some little demon from Huangquan Road that crawled into Shen Xiu Jin’s body”

The nineteenth day after surgery

He was able to get out of bed and, with the help of others, slowly walk around.

Ten days after the operation

He saw the person he had been thinking about all along.

“The day I woke up, Bai Yu Xing said you were at the wedding.” He was excited then fell silent, a sharp pain in his chest. He wanted to pull it out, but even touching it ripped through him with agony.

"Lu Mingchu... how are you doing"

"Well, that's good."

A pang of pain flashed in his eyes, he quickly lowered his eyelids, trying to appear composed:

"Congratulations. You'll never be hurt by bastards like me again."

"Well, you're certainly a jerk."

"Little one... I'm sorry." He struggled to get those three words out.

"Sorry, I'm useful. What do you want the police to do"

He was speechless, unable to refute.

"Shen Xiuqin, you know how much I used to fear you"

You imprisoned me twice.

You built me cage after cage.

Six years ago, the prison was...

Not long ago, you turned your home into an airtight prison, with those so-called security windows and iron bars, looking to me no different from the cages in a jail.

Do you know how terrified I was at that moment

Shen Xiujin, in my entire life, you built two cages for me. You said, how should I forgive you

He fell silent again. Hearing her every word pierce his heart like a dagger, he finally understood. He desperately wanted to keep her, but in his haste, he unknowingly did one hurtful thing after another.

Now, she is someone else's wife... Slowly clenching her fist, it hurts, hurts so much, a pain she can't control.

"Sorry..." He was annoyed by how often he resorted to "sorry," but at this moment, he scoured his vocabulary and couldn't find anything more fitting.

She stared silently for a long time, then spoke softly, “Lu Mingchu's wedding wasn't mine.”

Suddenly, the man looked up in surprise: "You're not the bride"

She shook her head. "Your grandfather chose him himself. I just went as a representative of the Jian family to attend and deal with it."

"Then you..." He suddenly seemed to have a sudden realization, regardless of whether others were willing or not, his big palm tightly grasped the woman's slender hand. After great sadness came great joy, his mood was still hard to calm down.

"My child," he looked at her, knowing his request was shameless, yet she remained unmarried. He couldn't bear the heartbreak of learning she had wed another.

"Child, let me tell you a story."

He said: "Once upon a time, there was an idiot named Shen Xiujin. He used to be very happy because there was always a girl named Jian Tong by his side who loved him."

But later, he wasn't happy. This fool hurt the girl who deeply loved him to the bone.

Until one day, he suddenly realized that he had fallen in love with this girl a long, long time ago.

But at this time, the girl had already been hurt by him and dared not to love again. He lived in regret every day.

He spoke slowly, lifting his eyes to gaze deeply into the woman across from him.

As if before a deity, he was grave and solemn. His earnest plea was another vow for a lifetime:

"Child, standing before you now is the fool from the story,"

For the first time, he was candid and earnest:

"Standing before you, I'm prepared to spend my life with you, but also ready for the possibility of your departure at any time."

This time, he made no forceful or domineering moves, used no coercive means.

He just stared at her, his dark eyes filled with sincerity and purity. As a man, to his lifelong love, he made vows and poured out his heart.from the tray and handed it to Xiao Heng, then raised his own glass, “Xiao Zong is so concerned about me, he should also take care of himself. How could I not see that there are even darker circles un...