She scoffed, turned abruptly, rushed out of the ward, leaned against the wall in the corridor, slowly slid down to the floor, buried her face in her knees, and began to sob in suppressed sobs.
Shang Wu felt a pang of sadness and bitterness as she watched this scene.
She walked over, squatted down next to Lu You, and gently patted her back.
Once Lu You's crying subsided a little, Shang Wu looked at her and asked earnestly in a soft voice, "Sister You, look at me. Putting aside the fact that he's sick now, tell me honestly, do you still love him? If... I mean, if Cheng Zhou hadn't gotten sick, and there hadn't been all those messy misunderstandings and arguments between you, would you still be willing to give each other another chance to try to repair the relationship and cherish this marriage?"
This is the most crucial issue.
As long as Lu You gives a positive answer, Shang Wu decides to stop hiding it and tell her the truth immediately.
However, Lu You was tormented by alcohol and huge emotional fluctuations at this moment, and her rationality had long since left her home.
When she heard Shang Wu's hypothesis, she felt it was both absurd and heartbreaking.
She shook her head violently, tears streaming down her face. She repeated incoherently, "There are no ifs. Ah Wu, there are no ifs anymore. He's sick, he said those things, we can't go back, it's just a fantasy…it's impossible…"
She never gave Shang Wu the affirmative answer about love and willingness that he so desperately wanted.
Seeing her breakdown, Shang Wu felt secretly anxious, but there was nothing he could do.
Now is clearly not the right time to tell the truth.
She could only sigh and continue to comfort Lu You: "Alright, alright, Sister You, don't think about it anymore. I'll take you home to rest first. You've had too much to drink."
After settling Lu You in, Shang Wu, carrying a slightly cold lunchbox, walked heavily into Cheng Zhou's ward.
Cheng Zhou watched her come in, glancing behind her to make sure Lu You hadn't followed. The faint light in his eyes faded, returning to its stagnant state.
Looking at Cheng Zhou's unyielding attitude, and thinking of Lu You's breakdown outside the door and the unanswered question, Shang Wu felt lost and uncertain about the future.
Shang Wu took the warmed porridge and side dishes out of the insulated box and placed them on the mobile dining table next to Cheng Zhou's bed.
Cheng Zhou glanced at it but showed no appetite whatsoever, his gaze remaining blank as he stared into a certain place.
Seeing his utterly lifeless appearance, she suddenly thought of Lu You's heartbroken and conflicted expression outside the door.
Shang Wu felt as if a stone was pressing on her heart.
She pulled up a chair and sat down, deciding to make one last effort. She looked at Cheng Zhou, her tone more serious than ever before, and repeated the question she had asked Lu You.
"Cheng Zhou, I'll ask you the same question. Putting aside the illness, if there were no misunderstandings, no arguments, would you still love Lu You? Would you still be willing to try again?"
Cheng Zhou's eyelashes trembled slightly, but he quickly regained his composure and rationality.
He slowly turned his head to look at Shang Wu, a bitter smile curving his lips, his voice as soft as a sigh.
"Awu, what's the point of saying all this now?"
He paused, his eyes filled with the despair of utter surrender: "Whether I love you anymore or not doesn't matter anymore. I'm tired, really tired."
"From urging us to have a baby to misunderstandings, and then to arguments, there are too many problems between us. It's like a tangled mess that we can't untangle or cut."
"This time... let's put an end to it. Whether she gets the disease or not, I've decided to let go, to set her free, and to free myself as well."
Cheng Zhou's tone was frighteningly calm.
This complete abandonment terrified Shang Wu even more than the heated argument.
She originally thought that Cheng Zhou's push away was out of love and not wanting to be a burden, but now it seems that Lu You really hurt him too deeply, to the point that he lost all confidence and expectation in the relationship itself.
Shang Wu frowned.
Things have completely deviated from her expectations.
Cheng Zhou's heart sank much faster than she had imagined.
If the truth isn't revealed soon, it might be too late to undo the damage.
She took a deep breath, preparing to speak and reveal the long-hidden plan: "Cheng Zhou, actually I..."
“Awu,” Cheng Zhou suddenly interrupted her, struggling to sit up straight, his expression becoming unusually serious, “There’s something I want to ask you.”
He gestured for Shang Wu to take a file folder from the bedside table drawer.
Shang Wu took it out as instructed and handed it to him.
Cheng Zhou opened the file bag, which contained a series of equity transfer agreements, an asset list, and a draft will.
"These are most of the assets and shares I have at my disposal."
Cheng Zhou's voice was slightly hoarse, but he tried his best to stay awake.
“I have already had the lawyer notarize and handled most of it. Part of it will be left to my mother and Coco to ensure they have no worries for the rest of their lives, and the rest will be transferred to Youyou’s name.”
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