Chapter 87 Everything is yours except me

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afternoon.

Three forty-eight.

The corridor in the oncology department is very long, more than 20 meters.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, it was raining continuously.

This was the busiest time in the department, and occasionally desperate cries and people begging for doctors to save their lives could be heard from the surroundings. Cheng Jia sat on a bench in the corridor.

Lin Baiyue received a phone call and went back to the studio to practice dancing.

Only Cheng Jia remained, sitting there staring blankly at the diagnosis report.

The black hoodie was loosely draped over his body, his back pressed against the back of the seat, his side profile was slender, and his legs were naturally spread apart on the ground.

The sound of leather shoes came from somewhere.

The footsteps were familiar; they were approaching him step by step.

Cheng Jia turned her head blankly, and in her misty eyes she saw another figure, tall and handsome, wearing a black trench coat and being held in Shi Qingci's arms.

"......"

"......"

The two remained silent.

Shi Qingci sat down in the empty seat to Cheng Jia's left. His head was buzzing, and his face was pale as he stared at the gloomy, rainy day outside the window. After a long while, he reached out and grabbed the diagnosis report from Cheng Jia's hand. His voice, though restrained, still trembled as he asked, "...Is it confirmed?"

"Don't look anymore." Cheng Jia gripped it tightly, refusing to give it to him.

Shi Qingci remained expressionless, just like when Cheng Jia came for her checkup. He stared at Cheng Jia, his eyes gradually reddening: "...Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Cheng Jia has cancer.

He had only just found out about this.

The fingers that were snatching the diagnosis report suddenly gripped Cheng Jia's wrist!

Shi Qingci's tone was weak and angry: "So, you're avoiding me, you're working your butt off to make money, and even with stomach cancer, you'd rather drink with others one glass after another than tell me the truth. How are you any different from five years ago, Cheng Jia?"

"You've never treated me like family."

"You're messing with me, Cheng Jia."

"..." Cheng Jia lowered her head, then looked up again, her expression somewhat embarrassed. "It's not what you think."

Shi Qingci smiled through her tears: "Come with me, I'll find the best doctor."

"No need," Cheng Jia said, struggling with her wrist as she looked down.

Ignoring the other patients in the corridor, Shi Qingci stood up and roared without any decorum, "You're still being stubborn! Do you want me to die?! I'll take you abroad, we—"

"No!" Cheng Jia was pulled up by him, half-hugging Shi Qingci's arm in her white shirt and trench coat. She felt awkward and wanted to laugh, but tears fell first. "It's hard to say. I... I also thought I had cancer."

"I've been thinking that for almost half a year now."

"......"

Shi Qingci tilted her head to look at him.

“But,” Cheng Jia’s hand, trembling as she held the diagnosis report, held it up to Shi Qingci so they could look at the words together, “nothing was found…”

No cancerous tissue was found.

Cheng Jia's overwhelming joy at surviving the ordeal burst forth at this moment, mixed with his grief!

He slammed his forehead against Shi Qingci's shoulder: "No, I don't have cancer. It's just that the hospital I went to before was unreliable. I came for a check-up this morning because I thought I was going to die these past few days... I mustered up a lot of courage to come for the check-up. I was prepared for everything."

"The doctor said no."

"I don't have cancer, Shi Qingci."

"......"

"We really need to have a home now."

"......"

"......"

Fate played a cruel joke on Cheng Jia.

There was more than one; looking back on his life, there was always one joke after another.

I thought my family was ordinary but happy, but then my parents passed away.

She thought that by cooperating with Uncle Shi, she could swindle money to pay off her debts, but she ended up genuinely falling in love with Shi Qingci. She didn't earn a single penny and ended up being seen as a conman, running away in a daze.

He thought that working at Jinhe would bring in a high income, and that he could pay off his debts in a few years, buy a house, and start a new life. So when he met Shi Qingci, he tried his best to win her over.

As a result, the cancer diagnosis appeared before the Shiqing porcelain.

Thinking she was about to die, she repeatedly refused and pushed Shi Qingci away.

It turned out that the cancer diagnosis was a hoax.

He's not sick!

"......"

"Cheng Jia." Shi Qingci's eyes were bloodshot; she no longer believed the person in front of her.

He snatched the diagnosis and grabbed Cheng Jia's wrist, rushing back to the consultation room.

Check with the doctor again.

A dozen minutes later, several black cars burst out of the rain.

We drove towards the villas in the western suburbs.

"Don't touch me." Shi Qingci sat in the back seat, her face ashen. Her emotions were like a rollercoaster, and she hadn't recovered even now, filled with lingering fear and disappointment.

This was the first time Cheng Jia had been so proactive in public.

Ignoring the fact that there was a driver ahead of them.

He clung tightly to Shi Qingci's waist, forcing his cheek against her neck, his state of crying and laughing lasting for several minutes: "I didn't know it would be like this, if I had known it was fake..."

After their reunion, he would no longer avoid Shi Qingci.

I'll flirt with this person no matter what, I'll get them!

Just like now, hugging and snuggling together.

He wouldn't let go, even when Shi Qingci was angry and wouldn't let him hug her.

“Cheng Jia, our personalities aren’t compatible. Let’s just break up,” Shi Qingci said expressionlessly, pushing Cheng Jia away for the fourth time. Her tone was self-deprecating and weary. “I want a partner who can trust me unconditionally, but you’re always immersed in your own world. You’re the one who needs to see a therapist. You’re a liar. You’ve never liked me…”

Cheng Jia hugged Shi Qingci, unable to express his feelings: "You want to break up?"

Shi Qingci said she would give up on him.

We want to break up.

"......"

“Yes.” Shi Qingci’s lips were tightly pursed.

I just want to break up.

If it were Cheng Jia from a while ago, she would probably get off the bus right now and leave without looking back.

But things are different now.

He clung to Shi Qingci, holding her tightly: "A few days ago you made me sign two documents while I was... not thinking clearly. Now that we're breaking up, Mr. Shi, you'll be left with nothing."

Cheng Jia belatedly recalled the contents of the two documents.

The first voluntary and gratuitous donation agreement.

Shi Qingci gave all her assets to Cheng Jia, promising never to take them back.

In the second document, he designated Cheng Jia as his "lifelong guardian," and thereafter, Cheng Jia could decide all of Shi Qingci's actions.

For example, Shi Qingci was in a car accident and had to be rushed to the emergency room.

Cheng Jia was the only person qualified to sign the surgical risk disclosure form and decide whether or not to provide treatment!

In China, where same-sex couples cannot obtain marriage certificates.

These two documents represent the greatest sincerity that Shi Qingci can offer Cheng Jia.

He had previously sensed that Cheng Jia lacked a sense of security and said he would take action to burn his bridges; this was Shi Qingci's action.

Is it substantial enough?

He trusted Cheng Jia so much.

He would give Cheng Jia both his money and his life.

But it's clear that Cheng Jia failed to do so.

His feelings for Shi Qingci were not even half as frank as Shi Qingci's!

Hiding cancer and bearing it all alone?

Shi Qing porcelain conveys a sense of despair, as if the heart has died.

It was as if Cheng Jia was a stone that could never be warmed.

He couldn't warm Cheng Jia's heart.

"......"

The car was parked at a villa in the western suburbs.

The rain stopped, and the two of them went home one after the other.

Shi Qingci walked ahead, without waiting for the people behind her.

"Shi Qingci," Cheng Jia called out to him.

They changed their shoes one after the other.

Shi Qingci, walking ahead, said coldly, "I'll just take two pieces of clothing and leave. All your belongings are yours to keep. Let's go our separate ways."

Just assume he left with nothing.

It doesn't matter.

"?" Cheng Jia was charmed by his attitude. As soon as he entered the bedroom, he pounced on the bed, then rolled over and straddled Shi Qingci's waist. He pressed his hands on Shi Qingci's chest and said with a smile, "If anyone's leaving, it'll be me. Nothing here belongs to me except you."

Shi Qingci said coldly, "You're wrong. Everything here is yours except for me."

I want to hang myself; I don't want to live anymore.

I'm so angry I can't be angrier!

"......"

Cheng Jia leaned down and kissed the person.

It's very simple to win a man's heart.

All you need to do is talk.

"Clang." The belt was unbuckled.

Shi Qingci: "!"

Damn, Cheng Jia committed a foul.