My ex-husband was in so much pain after I left

Lu Shaoqin was taken aback for a moment, indeed, although he was cruel, he was not without taste.

On the contrary, for ladies, he has a gentleman's spirit in his bones, and he will never argue too much even in the mall.

But when facing this woman, for some reason, the self-control he was proud of always collapsed so easily.

Yan Jiuli lowered his head, shook his shoulders, and laughed softly.

"What are you laughing at?" Lu Shaoqin asked irritably.

"It's nothing." Yan Jiuli shook his head: "I just feel that I am really blind, and fell in love with the same man as a bitch."

"You..." Lu Shaoqin was about to say something, when suddenly there was a sob outside the ward.

Several people turned their heads together and saw Yan Zijin leaning against the door, tears rolling down her delicate pale face, feeling a little sickly.

"Sister, I know you hate me, I...I'm still dead and clean!" Yan Zijin wiped away tears, and walked towards Yan Jiuli regardless of his weak body.

Seeing that the other party was about to grab him, Yan Jiuli waved his hands irritably, trying to avoid the other party.

"Ah!" Who knew that he didn't even touch the corner of the opponent's clothes, Yan Zijin fell to the ground as if being pushed by someone.

Yan Jiuli looked at it coldly, and said mockingly, "You really know how to pretend!"

"Yan Jiuli! Come to me if you have anything." Lu Shaoqin's body radiated the cold air like a substance, and the temperature in the hospital corridor seemed to drop several degrees in an instant: "Why do you need a tweezer? You poisonous woman! "

"No, I was not careful..." Yan Zijin stretched out his hand towards Lu Shaoqin, wanting to say something, but in the next moment, he fainted on the ground.

"Xing Ci!" Lu Shaoqin quickly picked up Yan Zijin from the ground, and Gu Xingci, who was standing aside, immediately stepped forward, and while performing a simple inspection, he pressed the distress bell at hand.

"If something happens to Zijin, I won't let it go!" Before going to the operating room, Lu Shaoqin said sternly to Yan Jiuli with a gloomy face.

Yan Jiuli stood aside, watching everything in front of him silently, without any fluctuation in his heart, and even wanted to laugh a little.

Fool, what are you expecting?
Why do you still feel the pain like being pricked by a needle when you see Yan Zijin's eager and caring eyes?

It turns out that she is like all the silly women who are deeply in love. She wants to grasp her own tenderness all her life, and she can't let it go until she dies.

"Look at her. If Zijin needs bone marrow, let her be ready for surgery." Over there, Yan Zijin was pushed into the operating room.

The man walked up to her and gave orders to the nurse coldly. The little nurse secretly glanced at her with sympathy, and walked towards her silently.

Yan Jiuli clenched his fist tightly, and it took a lot of strength to speak: "Lu Shaoqin, you can't do this! This is against the law!"

"Hmph, you asked for this." The man's voice was unwavering, cold and cruel: "It's clearly written in the marriage agreement! As long as I marry you, you must satisfy all of Yan Zijin's needs!"

"No, I want to divorce you, I quit!" Yan Jiuli shook his head while backing away.

"Yan Jiuli, don't challenge my patience over and over again!" The man was unmoved: "Don't say that I haven't agreed to the divorce yet, even if I nod my head and agree, if I don't sign the divorce agreement for a day, we will still be together for a day." Husband and wife! You must use your bone marrow to save Zijin!"

After all, the man dragged her into Yan Zijin's ward without any explanation, and threw her inside.

"As long as Zijin's illness doesn't recover for a day, you can never leave!"

Afterwards, the man got up and locked the door, and told the nurse outside to keep him in prison.

Lu Shaoqin hurriedly ran towards the operating room, even though all he could do was stand outside the door of the operating room and wait quietly.

But he will never go back to see Yan Jiuli's calculating face.

He made up his mind to make the woman feel helpless and scared, so that she would know who was the one who led the marriage.

In this way, that woman would lower her eternally proud head and kneel at his feet, begging for his mercy and charity.

With the door of the ward closed, the last ray of light was cut off from the outside world.

Yan Jiuli knelt helplessly at the door of the ward, patting the door with both hands, but because of the severe pain in her stomach, she couldn't exert any strength at all.

"Lu Shaoqin, you can't do this..." The woman's body gradually shrank into a ball on the ground, showing a baby-like self-protection posture: "I can't have surgery, I can't be given anesthesia, I will die..."

"Lu Shaoqin, I'm about to die..."

"Please, let me go, okay?"

……

Yan Jiuli had a long, long dream.

In the dream, she was holding a knife and slashing her body fiercely in an unoccupied villa. The blood flowed down her wrist and spread silently into the entire bathtub.

The large red spots made her eyes hurt, but she smiled because she saw her gentle mother waving to her in the distant light.

She raised her hand, trying to grab it, but was pulled back by a call.

"Yan Jiuli, what are you doing?" She turned her head and stared blankly at the man who was hugging her and running desperately. Worry and anxiety were clearly written on his face.

"Yan Jiuli, don't die, I won't allow you to die! Did you hear that!"

"You... don't want me to die?" The woman raised her head, asking weakly but extremely eagerly.

"Yes!" The man's brows were deeply furrowed, his forehead and the tip of his nose were covered with crystal beads of sweat from running so fast: "You must not die, or I won't let you go!"

"I'm already dead, so you can still come to the underworld and take me back?" The woman thought it was funny, so she laughed softly in the man's arms.

"Yan Jiuli, don't think I'm joking!"

"But, living is too painful." The woman frowned, and was pushed into the operating room again and again, allowing the cold needle to pierce her body again and again.

"As long as you live, I promise you whatever you want!" The man made a promise while running fast.

"Really?" Yan Jiuli raised his head and asked jokingly, "What if I let you marry me?"

"..." The man frowned, and there was a moment of silence.

Yan Jiuli lowered her head, she thought that the man would reject her request, after all, in Lu Shaoqin's eyes, there was only one person—her half-sister, Yan Zijin.

But she didn't expect that after the man was silent, he bent down, kissed her dry lips tenderly, and said, "Okay."

The woman smiled, smiling so sweetly and gently.

It seemed that the happiness in the whole world had grown wings and surrounded her.

But, why is his embrace so warm, but his body is getting colder and colder?
Yan Jiuli shuddered, then opened his eyes.

With the hazy sky outside the window, she raised her eyes.

She saw the man standing in front of her, looking down at her.

On the man's face, there was such genuine disgust and coldness. He looked at her as if he saw some unclean garbage.