The informed consent form for the surgery slipped from Zhou Jiuzhen's hand and fell to the ground. He and Song Yaoyao instinctively ran quickly towards the ward.

Upon entering the ward, the two were so frightened by the scene before them that their legs went weak.

Zhou Shuyao lay motionless on the hospital bed, blood gushing from his throat, staining everyone's eyes red.

Song Yaoyao was the first to react, rushing over like a madwoman and clutching Zhou Shuyao's neck, crying out in anguish, "Help! What are you all standing there for? Come and save him!"

She turned to look at Zhou Shuyao, whose eyes were wide open, and asked him through sobs, "Why did you do this? Why did you have to die? Did you think about me and the child?"

She broke down, crying out in despair, hoping to find an answer in his eyes.

But Zhou Shuyao seemed too lazy to even see her, closing his eyes in disgust when his gaze fell upon her.

Song Yaoyao felt as if the sky had fallen and the earth had cracked. When the medical staff who surrounded her pushed her away, she seemed to lose all her strength and fell off the hospital bed to the ground.

Zhou Shuyao, lying in his hospital bed, was wheeled to the emergency room.

A large crowd of onlookers had already gathered outside the ward.

They couldn't understand why someone who had found a kidney donor and could have survived surgery so quickly would suddenly contemplate suicide.

Zhou Jiuzhen and Song Yaoyao were even more confused.

A letter was placed squarely on top of the bedside table next to the hospital bed, with a few drops of blood on it.

Zhou Jiuzhen picked it up with trembling hands, his eyes fixed on the letter.

After a long while, his hand holding the letter trembled even more violently.

Song Yaoyao, who had been slumped on the ground, finally noticed that Zhou Shuyao had left a letter. She staggered to her feet from the sticky blood, snatched the letter from Zhou Jiuzhen's hand, wiped away her tears, and began to read it carefully.

Zhou Shuyao's handwriting was neat and tidy, each stroke as if he had used all his strength and energy to write it.

The letter was not only covered in bloodstains, but also with pitted marks from dried tears.

He had clearly written the letter in advance.

His death was, in fact, preordained.

Song Yaoyao wiped away the bloodstains on the letter, and the unseen words gradually became clear in the crimson stain.

"Dear brother, by the time you read this letter, I may already be gone. Don't be sad, you and Huanwu. I know what you lost because of this kidney."

Brother, what I'm about to say might make you feel bad, but I still want to say it.

Even if you have to give way to my younger brother.

Actually, I like Huanwu even more than you think.

But don't worry, she doesn't like me. I know she's never liked me from the beginning.

Because I don't deserve her affection.

I did so many things that I was sorry for.

So please don't give up on saving Huanwu because of me, you bastard.

She'll be sad!

She's afraid of being abandoned, afraid of being alone. Please, you absolutely must rescue her, as an act of atonement for my sins.

If Huanwu comes out and finds out I'm dead, tell her not to be sad and tell her I was a complete bastard.

You must be wondering what secrets I don't want Huanwu to know.

Tell her that I am a piece of trash.

He says he likes her, but secretly he can't control his lust and gets involved with other women.

Fortunately, she didn't become my wife, otherwise I can't imagine how desperate and heartbroken she would have been when she found out I had betrayed her.

Brother, you must rescue Huanwu.

You must grow old with Huanwu and live happily ever after for me.

If possible, I hope that my eldest, second, and third children can continue to live with you.

Finally, I hope to be buried next to my mother.

In our next life, we can still be mother and son.

Consider this my last wish.

Song Yaoyao read the entire letter word for word, turning it over and over again, but she still couldn't find a single trace of her name.

Even when she is mentioned, she is referred to as "another woman".

"Impossible, impossible..."

Song Yaoyao held the letter and shook her head repeatedly.

They still refuse to believe it.

Her name was not mentioned at all in the entire letter.

He even revealed his unspoken little secret: the letter was filled with his deep love for Ling Huanwu, yet he didn't mention her at all.

He was willing to die rather than become an obstacle in saving Ling Huanwu.

Even at the end, he entrusted his three children to the two of them without mentioning that she should take good care of them.

Overwhelming anger and grief swept over her, engulfing her completely.

Tears streamed down her face, but she slowly walked out of the blood-soaked ward with the letter in hand, smiling as she explained to the onlookers, "My husband was just joking with me. How could someone who values ​​his life so much die? He deliberately didn't leave my name in the letter, just to see me get angry..."

She cried and laughed all the way to the door of the emergency room.

The emergency room door opened, and the doctor in the white coat shook his head at Zhou Jiuzhen. When he softly uttered those words, it was like a thunderbolt striking down, completely shattering the last bit of hope that Song Yaoyao still held onto.

The heavy suicide note slipped from her hand. She frantically pushed past the medical staff and rushed into the emergency room. Despite being stopped by one person after another, she reached out and lifted the white sheet covering the operating table.

Zhou Jiuzhen was still holding a half-full cup of water, which was the remaining spiritual spring water from the thermos that Song Yaoyao had just smashed.

With trembling hands, he fed the water to Zhou Shuyao.

Water slowly flowed down Zhou Shuyao's tightly closed, pale lips, just like the life that had completely slipped away from the man on the bed.

"ah!"

Song Yaoyao let out a shrill scream, shoved Zhou Jiuzhen away, and frantically began to pound on the man on the operating table.

"Zhou Shuyao, how could you die? You haven't become the richest man yet, and I haven't become the richest man's wife yet. How could you die?"

She punched the man's already cold body repeatedly, howling like a wild beast as she frantically pulled at him, trying to get him up.

"Get up! You can't die. I won't force you to be the richest man anymore, and I won't be the richest man's wife either. Let's just live a good life on this island, okay?"

No matter how much she pounded and pulled, how she cried out repeatedly for him to get up, the man on the bed did not give her any further response.

It wasn't until this moment that Song Yaoyao truly realized one thing: the only man she had ever truly loved in both her lives was dead.

The man who, despite repeatedly beating and kicking her, she couldn't bear to leave, actually left her without saying a single word.

Amidst the pitying gazes of the crowd, she held Zhou Shuyao and let out one mournful wail after another, her voice filled with resentment and despair.

"Zhou Shuyao! How could you be so heartless!"

Zhao Tingguo and Chu Mei, who originally wanted to check on the progress of the surgery, pushed through the crowd and looked at the chaotic scene before them. When they met Zhou Jiuzhen's bloodshot eyes, who was standing there dumbfounded, they were so shocked that they couldn't speak for a long time.