Volume One, Chapter 13: I Want a Divorce

Watching Lu Feng’s guilty expression, I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or be speechless.

To be honest, if my parents really showed up, it might just be more trouble for me.

Yet, deep down, there was a faint glimmer of hope. After all, as a child, who wouldn’t long for their parents’ care and love?

Perhaps it was because I had narrowly escaped death that my mood was surprisingly calm.

“Junior, you’re here.” As she spoke, Liu Ying approached, holding a stack of documents under her arm. She pushed up her glasses, looking every bit the consulting specialist.

Recalling what I’d said to Liu Ying before, I felt a pang of shame.

Last time, I was on the brink, ready to give up, and now that I’d been saved again, I felt a bit awkward.

“Still alive, Gu Ze,” Liu Ying said, looking down at me. “You’ve really got a strong life force.”

This time, Lu Feng didn’t try to stop her, probably because my last outburst had been too extreme.

I noticed Lu Feng’s eyebrows suddenly furrow.

The window reflected the figures of Su Qingya and Xu Zixuan.

“So that’s why you haven’t contacted me—you’re out dating your lover,” Su Qingya’s tone was laced with biting sarcasm.

“…Qingya, we’re not—” Just a few words and the pain sapped all my strength.

“I don’t fancy cuckolds, unlike you who likes every rotten cucumber,” Liu Ying sneered, changed my dressing, and then left.

“Gu Ze, you’re unbelievable! I pay your medical bills, and you sneak off behind my back to see someone else!” Su Qingya’s face twisted with anger. “If you have time for love affairs, then you must be getting better. Get up and come home with me—don’t make a fool of yourself out here!”

With that, Su Qingya reached to remove my oxygen mask.

Lu Feng, returning with the medical orders, caught the scene and immediately pushed Su Qingya away. “I can’t believe how gentle you were with Gu Ze that day—I thought you’d come back to him. I was blind!”

“I’m talking to my husband. What business is it of an outsider like you?!” Su Qingya gestured to Xu Zixuan. “Carry Gu Ze, we’re going home!”

The commotion drew the attention of the doctors. A seasoned-looking physician arrived alongside Liu Ying.

“This is the intensive care unit—no loud disturbances allowed.”

“I’m just here to see my husband, not making a scene,” Su Qingya said innocently to the doctor. “You should talk to this gentleman beside me; he yells at me whenever he sees me. Maybe you should check his brain.”

“If you hadn’t been bringing your mistress around to torment me every day, would I have to yell at you?” Lu Feng trembled with anger.

Su Qingya, unfazed, leaned against Xu Zixuan. “That’s unfair—Gu Ze’s having secret meetings with his childhood sweetheart, so why can’t I have an affair too?”

She then glared viciously at Liu Ying. “Your hospital’s medical ethics are lacking. Just as my husband’s condition improves, you come seducing him—a little slut!”

My heart clenched painfully, but I was too weak even to breathe, let alone defend Liu Ying.

“Liu Ying is a top professional in our hospital. She would never jeopardize her career over something like this. Ma’am, please don’t slander her!” The doctor’s tone carried clear anger.

“Who knows? My husband’s been wearing the green hat for years. Sometimes wanting to stray is normal, especially when he runs into his true love.”

Jealousy twisted Su Qingya’s face, making my heart ache with bitterness. “I… Liu Ying, it doesn’t matter…”

Hearing me defend Liu Ying only fueled Su Qingya’s fury. “Enough! Gu Ze, are you not ashamed enough already?! I demand immediate discharge—home treatment!”

“Miss Su, please calm down. Our hospital’s ethics are beyond reproach. Liu Ying is currently the only doctor in the country who can treat this disease…”

Su Qingya narrowed her eyes. “What do you mean? Are you threatening me?”

“Miss Su, Gu Ze is in the late stages of cancer. If he’s transferred, there may be no hope left.”

At the word ‘cancer,’ Su Qingya’s face drained of color. “Cancer? That’s impossible—it was just a stomach hemorrhage!”

“Stomach hemorrhage is merely a complication,” Liu Ying said coldly. “Since Gu Ze is your target for revenge, take him home. You can watch him suffer and die piece by piece.”

“Shut up!” Su Qingya screamed. “Death ends it all! Gu Ze, I want you alive to atone for your sins!”

I closed my eyes weakly.

As expected, Lu Feng’s talk of reconciliation was just because he didn’t want to lose his pawn for revenge.

“Doctor, is there really hope for late-stage cancer?” Lu Feng’s voice was hoarse.

The doctor said nothing; even Liu Ying shook her head. “Only experimental drugs might prolong life. Treatment costs are exorbitant—five million per course.”

Hearing the finality of my situation, Su Qingya was unexpectedly silent.

Just when I thought she might agree to stop treatment, she made a call and then said, “Transfer one hundred million immediately to the hospital’s account.”

Her actions left everyone present puzzled.

Was a dying man really worth such an enormous sum? Especially one she’d wished to suffer and die disgracefully all along.

Perhaps, she didn’t truly hate me.

At that moment, I realized this truth clearly—but it came too late.

Her world revolved solely around Fu Huaijin. After his death, all she wanted was to torment me in revenge. If I died too, who else could bear the brunt of such intense emotions?

So even if only for a month, a week, a day, she wanted me alive.

Because only while I live, does she live.

Su Qingya’s gaze upon me seemed to change—something she only showed when Fu Huaijin was alive and she was in a good mood, a look of reluctant grace.

Qingya... I slowly closed my eyes. It seemed I was always one step ahead of you.

I fell in love with you before Fu Huaijin did, arrived at the crime scene before the police, and gave up on our marriage before you did.

“Qingya…”

As if hearing me call her, Su Qingya immediately leaned in to listen. But upon hearing what I said, her body stiffened.

Because I said, “I want a divorce.”