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

Chapter 50 No Way to Get a Divorce

When I opened my eyes again, everything was still a blur of white. But this time, the difference was that I could smell something – the familiar smell of disinfectant.

The room's layout looked familiar; I felt like I was back in the hospital.

I struggled to sit up, but I had no strength at all, and I hurt my injured wrist.

As my consciousness gradually returned, I realized that I hadn't actually died, but had ended up in the hospital again.

Someone is talking outside.

"Mr. Zhang's condition is not optimistic. He was already very weak, and this time he lost too much blood, which has almost completely exhausted his body!"

What's wrong with his health?

It was the doctor and Song Yafei talking.

I was worried the doctor would tell Song Yafei about my cancer, so I used my uninjured right hand to push the water glass on the coffee table to the ground.

In the past, it didn't matter if she knew, and she could find out as long as she wanted to, so her not knowing was simply because she didn't want to.

Things are different now; I don't want her to know.

If it can be delayed, then it should be delayed as much as possible.

Hearing the noise, the doctor and Song Yafei outside the door pushed the door open and entered.

"Awake? Don't move around, you're still on an IV drip."

Song Yafei quickly came over, took my hand, and put it back on the bedside.

The doctor examined me from both sides.

"It's nothing serious for now. Just take good care of yourself and I'll prescribe some medicine for you to take on time."

The doctor left after giving the instructions.

Song Yafei sat down on the chair by the bed, stared at me for a while, her eyes filled with complicated emotions.

A moment later, she sighed, "You've been unconscious for two days. I had someone send over some food. Eat something later."

She spoke to me gently and kindly, a rare occurrence, and I didn't see any mockery in her eyes.

I should be happy, but I'm much calmer than before.

The past two days!

I slept for two days!

I don't know how Lin Qiuran is doing.

My sister-in-law can't get in touch with him, and she can't get in touch with me either. I don't know how worried she is.

The more I thought about it, the more anxious I became, and I opened my mouth to ask about Lin Qiuran's situation.

But I tried to open my mouth several times but couldn't; it felt like I couldn't open it at all.

Unexpectedly, Song Yafei actually guessed what I was thinking this time.

We lost our tacit understanding a long time ago.

She asked me directly, "Do you want to know about Lin Qiuran?"

I blinked, not knowing if she understood, and then I heard her say something.

"As you wished, he went home, and nothing happened. Are you satisfied now?"

After she finished speaking, she awkwardly fell silent, as if afraid of provoking me again.

Perhaps she still thought I would do this to threaten her.

But I don't care what she thinks, and I don't want to explain.

Actually, it won't happen anymore.

I don't know what got into me, but I was completely obsessed; all I could see was that gleaming fruit knife.

Now that I'm sober, I'm also a little scared.

But now that Lin Qiuran's matter is resolved, I feel relieved.

It seems there's nothing left for me to worry about.

My body, which had been holding on just now, was completely exhausted. I collapsed onto the bed, feeling utterly dejected. I couldn't even lift my eyelids, let alone move.

Suddenly, I felt a warm sensation on my face; it was Song Yafei placing her hand on my face.

I looked at her in surprise.

She has always been resistant to my advances, let alone willingly touching me like this.

This is……

She rubbed her thumb against my face and then squeezed my hand.

I kept my eyes fixed on her, never looking away.

She withdrew her hand and gave a forced smile. "Don't stare at me like that! We're not divorced yet, what can't I do to you?"

Yes, they're not divorced yet!

Even if we weren't divorced, I still want to stay away from her.

I closed my eyes, whether it was to escape or because I was too weak.

A moment later, someone pushed open the door. It was Song Yafei's assistant who brought some food.

He left after dropping me off.

There was a rustling sound, and then Song Yafei came over and gently nudged me.

"I know you're not asleep, get up and eat something."

Pretending to be asleep won't help, and so will opposing it.

I opened my eyes and tried to sit up, but I didn't have much strength and my movements were clumsy.

Perhaps Song Yafei couldn't bear to see it, so she actually took my arm.

I paused for a moment, then slowly sat up, leaning against the bed.

Song Yafei set up a small table and took the opened food.

I bought millet porridge, along with two or three kinds of noodles and snacks, which are suitable for people recuperating from illness.

Even though I have stomach cancer, I don't have much of an appetite when I see these things.

Song Yafei placed the spoon and chopsticks beside me, but she didn't know that I really didn't have much strength, and it was difficult for me to even raise my hand.

Perhaps sensing my predicament, she took two steps closer to me, presumably to help me.

Unfortunately, someone else pushed the door open and came in. It was Assistant Luo again, and this time he brought Song Yafei's briefcase.

Two bags full of documents, and a laptop.

Why does she have to stay at the hospital when she's so busy?

I looked at the two of them with a slight sense of doubt.

After dismissing Assistant Luo, Song Yafei explained as she tidied up, "We're not divorced yet. The news about me going to the hospital has been published, and I don't want news of our marital discord to be published and affect the group's stock."

That's right, we're not divorced yet.

If news of the marital breakdown were to spread, Song's stock would plummet, which would be detrimental to the group's development.

This is something Song Yafei cannot accept, after all, it was all her hard work.

So she'd rather stay here and suffer the injustice.

I lowered my head and ate with difficulty, resigned to my fate and remaining silent.

Perhaps my compliance put her in a good mood, because she brought me a glass of warm water.

I picked it up and drank several large gulps in a row. Because I was too weak, I had to stop three times before I was full.

Song Yafei stood by the bed and gently patted my head, like rewarding a puppy.

I instinctively flinched away.

I didn't expect my actions to make Song Yafei's face turn black.

But she held back her anger, only withdrawing her hand and speaking in a colder tone.

"Divorce would also affect the company's stock, so don't even think about it. Since we're already married, there's no way I'm going to get a divorce."

"How long are you going to keep playing this 'playing hard to get' game?"

In her eyes, suicide was just nonsense?

I feel a deep sadness.

I failed to recognize my own position.

My relationship with the group is related to the group's interests. I should have known that marriage and divorce would involve such entanglements.

It seems I have to accept the fact that I can't even make decisions about something as simple as divorce.

If I can't get a divorce, then I need to make plans early. If I can't get a divorce, I need to stay away from her so that I can protect the people around me from harm.

I didn't respond. I just ate a couple of bites and put the food down, then shrunk back onto the hospital bed.

A little while later, Song Yafei came to pack her things. Her movements were a bit rough, as if she was expressing her dissatisfaction with me, but also as if she couldn't vent her anger because of my status as a patient.

Surprisingly, Song Yafei didn't leave that night.

I was lying in bed, while she was working on the sofa.

There were clearly several other rooms available, but she chose to stay here.