Looking through the glass in the door, Shu Qianxin watched the people inside chatting and laughing, and felt a bitter feeling welling up inside her.
Especially when he saw that tall, slender figure sitting on the sofa, his gaze was always fixed on Shu Yi's every smile and frown, as if he didn't care about anyone else.
Her breath caught in her throat, and her heart felt like it was being scratched by a hundred claws. Shu Qianxin completely lost her strength and could no longer lower her eyelashes.
Slowly loosening her clenched fist, she turned around and returned to Shu Chuanran's hospital room.
Shu Qianxin carefully put away the insulated food container that Shu Chuanran had eaten from, not wanting him to notice anything amiss. She then gave a gentle smile and said, "Brother, Grandpa and Dad are chatting with Sister Yi next door."
Shu Chuanran gave a soft "hmm" and didn't move his gaze from the window.
Today, the sky is no longer oppressive; the bright morning light shines through the gaps in the clouds, dappling the earth with golden rays that drift across the curtains and spill onto the floor.
Last night, the noise from next door was so loud that Shu Chuanran didn't sleep well.
She raised her hand to pinch her brow, threw back the covers, got up and went to the window for some fresh air. Shu Chuanran then asked, "Did Zhang Youye sleep in the next room last night?"
“Righteer didn’t go home last night.” Shu Qianxin’s voice was hoarse, almost silently confirming for him.
Upon hearing the confirmed answer, Shu Chuanran was stunned and stood frozen in place.
No wonder there was such a commotion last night.
At first, Shu Chuanran thought the commotion last night was just the sound of moving things around, so he didn't think much of it.
Unfortunately, I don't know if it's because the hospital walls were too thin, or because I was just naturally shallow.
When the sounds coming from next door became increasingly strange, causing him to toss and turn and unable to sleep, he suddenly realized what was going on.
It didn't seem to be just the sound of moving goods.
His heart suddenly felt like it had been squeezed hard, and the tearing and ripping sensation was hard to bear.
The mere thought of that scene sent waves of hysterical pain crashing over him in an instant.
His body was tormented by excruciating pain, yet all he could do was gently press his aching heart against the floor-to-ceiling window bathed in morning light, and then bend his back slightly.
Looking at the back of the figure that had been forced to hunch over, Shu Qianxin stepped forward and helped him sit on the sofa.
"Brother, forget it, we can't beat them."
She whispered something in his ear, and Shu Qianxin gripped his hand tightly. Heartbroken that her brother had almost lost his life for something he loved, she couldn't help but cry.
"Brother, shall we go?"
“Let’s leave the Shu family. We’re capable enough to do anything. Let’s leave this circle and find a place where nobody knows us and start a new life.”
The sorrowful tone trailed off with a sob, and Shu Qianxin fell silent. She was waiting, waiting for his answer.
Everything that happened during this period left Shu Qianxin feeling more physically and mentally exhausted than ever before.
After learning from her father and grandfather that she was about to divorce her mother, she suddenly felt a sense of frustration, like a TV series about to end.
In this large-scale drama, she seems to be a supporting character with the least presence.
However, even a minor character with little presence can have their own life.
Is it right?
In this world, her closest blood relatives almost left her, and she dared not gamble anymore.
She no longer wanted to compete for men.
They didn't want the Shu family's assets either.
Now, all she wants is to live a good life in this world with her family.
"Brother, let's really forget about it, okay?"
He slowly turned his head to meet Shu Qianxin's gaze. His eyelashes fluttered slightly, and deep within his eyes was a profound sense of helplessness.
He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.
After a moment's hesitation, he slowly uttered a sentence.
"No, that doesn't count."
Gently pulling his hand away from Shu Qianxin's tight grip, Shu Chuanran turned his head to look out the window.
"I know myself, I can't be counted."
Who can easily let go of someone who has truly captured their heart? And this love that will never be acknowledged, Shu Chuanran has no choice but to accept his fate.
He knew perfectly well that it was impossible to calculate unless he died.
The words fell lightly, just as a breeze swept by.
The howling wind raged in his ears, and the branches level with the window swayed in the wind in his dark pupils.
The room was unusually quiet, the air as still and calm as his serene eyes.
He stared silently at the withered branches swaying in the cold wind outside the window, and sighed almost inaudibly. It seemed as if a spicy breath was spreading in his chest, but a deep sense of powerlessness prevented him from changing anything.
He knew very well that in this scene of love, hate, and passion, he was singing what he considered to be love.
It's always a one-man show with no one to appreciate it.
...
The two remained silent for a long time.
Time passed unnoticed until the gold thread left on the ground began to shift imperceptibly.
Squeak—
The sound of the door slowly opening followed.
What was reflected in their pupils.
It was Qin Zhi, whom I hadn't seen in a long time.
"Ranran, how are you feeling? Xinxin is here too? That's why I didn't see you when I got back."
As she spoke, Qin Zhi handed the high-end tonic to Shu Qianxin, giving her instructions with a smile.
"This tonic was specially asked to me by your uncle. Take it back and have your aunt stew it for your brother."
It's unbelievable that only when the divorce papers are received can this nominal mother step forward on behalf of the family.
She was asked to personally visit the hospital the night before to offer humanitarian condolences to the son she had raised since childhood.
Watching Qin Zhi try her best to play the role of a good mother, Shu Chuanran chuckled softly. He was helped back to bed by her, and he looked into her eyes.
"Mom, please stop acting."
The hand that was tucking him in suddenly paused. Qin Zhi suppressed her anger and spoke to her son in a gentle tone.
"Ranran, do you know that your father wants to divorce me? Do you agree to it?"
"I agree."
"Your sister agreed too?"
"She agreed."
Snap—
The emotions that had been suppressed so intensely finally erupted the moment the words left his mouth.
Overwhelmed by anger, Qin Zhi slapped Shu Chuanran across the cheek and pointed angrily at his nose.
"I've fed and cared for you all these years, and now you've turned out to be two ungrateful wretches?"
"What right do you have to agree! What right do you have to agree! Let me tell you, don't think you can get into the Shu family just because of this! You two bastards who don't know what's important will never be taken seriously by them!"
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