Valentine's Day, February 14th.

Zhuang Mingyue, 31 years old, died of cancer.

Jing'an Hospital in the imperial capital is filled with a pungent smell of disinfectant.

"Zhan Yan, the doctor gave me a dialysis injection today. It hurts so much."

"I'm dying, can you come and see me?"

"Please, Zhanyan..."

Zhuang Mingyue turned her head weakly and looked at the text message page on her phone. She sent several messages, but they all seemed to be lost in the sea. There was no reply from Zhanyan...

She had an intravenous drip hanging on the back of her hand, her face was pale and skinny, and her eyes were deeply sunken.

All his hands, feet, and limbs have become cancerous and rotten.

She couldn't move or do anything. Even the nurse who cared for her hadn't been here for more than half a month.

Reason: No further treatment is necessary.

She is actually very delicate and afraid of pain, but with terminal cancer, she endures the pain every day. The only reason that keeps her alive is her love for Zhan Yan.

But when all this love disappeared, she was left with only a skeleton body.

Zhuang Mingyue turned off her mobile phone and quietly waited for death to come.

The pain made her unconscious. She thought bitterly, in the eight years she had spent all her efforts to marry Zhan Yan, she had tried her best to play the role of a good wife and stayed by his side with all her heart. What had she gained?

Everyone around her left her one by one, leaving her destitute and destitute.

Maybe after she died, the happiest thing was Zhan Yan. He was free from now on and no longer had to look at her disgusting face.

He was finally able to marry Song Qiqi home as he wished.

eight months ago.

On Zhanyan's birthday, Zhuang Mingyue was sitting on the sofa, waiting for him to come back. It was past two o'clock in the morning.

On the table, the dishes she carefully prepared were also cold.

She did not wait for the Zhan Banquet, but waited for a divorce agreement brought by his assistant. The assistant said angrily, "Madam, sir, there is nothing you can do. The Zhan family needs someone to inherit such a huge property."

Zhuang Mingyue smiled palely. She was pregnant a few years ago, but had an accident and was born a stillborn fetus. Since then, her uterus has been damaged and she can no longer be pregnant.

Zhan Yan is now in his thirties, and he really needs an heir.

So Zhan Yan wants to divorce her and find a fertile woman.

Zhuang Mingyue drove away the assistant and called Zhanyan with trembling hands, asking Zhanyan to tell her in person.

When the call was connected, she heard Song Qiqi's breathing and moaning, "Ayan, I can't stand it anymore, please be gentle... ah..."

Hearing her voice, at that moment, Zhuang Mingyue's heart felt dull pain.

After hanging up the phone, Zhuang Mingyue laughed at himself, smiling and his eyes turned red.

After his father handed the company over to him before his death, within five years, he became the CEO of the Teito Zaibatsu Group.

In the business world, he controls the wind and rain, taking control of both black and white.

Such an outstanding man is always surrounded by all kinds of women, and there is no shortage of beautiful beauties with good figures.

Among so many women, only Song Qiqi stayed with Zhan Yan the longest.

Song Qiqi was born into an ordinary family. After graduating from college, she became an assistant at Zhanyan.

Her strength and methods are obvious to all.

Two people are the most compatible soul mates, born to be a match.

If Zhuang Mingyue hadn't been there at the beginning, maybe Zhan Yan and Song Qiqi would have been together a long time ago instead of secretly being lovers for so many years.

A marriage without love is really sad.

Zhuang Mingyue signed the divorce agreement, distributed a sum of money, and was expelled from the Imperial City forever.

Without his permission, you can never come back.

A week later, she was diagnosed with terminal cancer.

"Bang!"

Today is Valentine's Day, and there are gorgeous fireworks outside.

Zhuang Mingyue woke up from her memories, opened her eyes tiredly, and looked out the window. Her face, as pale as paper, froze instantly.

On the huge LED screen, Zhan Yan was wearing a black crisp suit, with a tall and tall figure. Just standing there gave him a strong sense of impact, with a cold and noble aura lingering around him. Looking at that face up close, he was not only stunning but also stunning

, the coldness reveals the calm intimidation of a superior person.

He held a five or six-year-old boy in one hand, and protected Song Qiqi in his arms with the other.

The child's eyebrows are very similar to Zhan Yan.

"Mr. Zhan, is this your and Miss Song's child?"

"Miss Song is so beautiful. I have been waiting for you for so many years. When is your wedding date?"

Song Qiqi raised her head from the man's arms, smiled sweetly, and revealed the dove egg ring on her slender hand, "Please call me Mrs. Zhan from now on. Today, we have registered our marriage."

Zhuang Mingyue closed her eyes, and tears finally fell from her eyes.

Zhanyan, I regret it!

If only I didn't love you!

If I could do it all over again...I...never fall in love with you again...

It was snowing heavily outside, and accompanied by the sound of fireworks, the face shone through the window, and the gorgeous fireworks were reflected in the eyes.
Chapter completed!