My life is ending, and my aloof CEO wife is taking revenge on me.

Chapter 7 It's Too Late

Lin Qiuran was extremely surprised when I asked to borrow money: "Brother Zhang, didn't President Song transfer money to you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized he had misspoke and immediately changed his words.

"Okay, Brother Zhang, I'll transfer 500,000 to you first."

He was a little embarrassed: "This is all I have on hand for now. You know, I just got married and bought a house, and I just had a child."

"I see."

My eyes finally welled up with a misty fog.

I couldn't express my gratitude in many words, I could only promise, "Thanks, I'll pay you back when I have the money."

"It's alright, Brother Zhang, you can use it as needed."

He advised me, "Everyone has emergencies sometimes."

Finally, he was still worried and, knowing I might not like it, he still spoke up.

“Brother Zhang, to be honest, if you’re really in a difficult position, you should just apologize to President Song. It’s just a matter of apologizing. Men can always make things easier by taking a step back.”

I naturally understand that Lin Qiuran's words make sense, but I can yield to many people, even Yu Chengliang. These past two days, I have been able to calmly and respectfully humble myself in front of him.

Regarding Song Yafei.

I really have no other choice.

I don't know why we ended up like this.

But Lin Qiuran's caring words and admonishing tone still warmed my heart.

I replied, "Okay, I'll talk to her properly when I get there this time."

man.

It's just a matter of admitting defeat.

I've said it before.

As long as it can save Sasha.

Make me kneel, make me kowtow, make me do anything.

A human life.

I can't afford it.

Lin Qiuran's money arrived in her account very quickly.

It was still split into several transfer messages.

Lin Qiuran is not a big spender at the bank, and the amount of money she transfers each day is limited.

He probably used several cards to transfer money back and forth so that I could receive the money so quickly.

Looking at the notifications of small sums of money arriving in my account, each one tens of thousands or more, and then thinking about the couple who disappeared without a trace yesterday.

I just find it ironic.

I transferred all the money, which I hadn't even warmed yet, to the hospital account that the hospital director had given me.

Then, they boarded a plane directly to H City.

The plane landed two hours later.

Following the address Lin Qiuran gave me, I arrived at the hotel where the two of them were staying.

It was a guesthouse.

It's not particularly high-end, but it offers extremely high levels of privacy and security.

I made many phone calls to Song Yafei and also tried my best to communicate with the guesthouse owner, but I still couldn't meet her.

Later, the guesthouse owner, unable to withstand my persistent pleading, contacted Song Yafei via the internal phone.

The voice coming from the other end of the phone almost made the experienced guesthouse owner slam the phone down.

"Excuse me, sir, I think you should wait here."

She clearly didn't believe that I was Song Yafei's husband.

She was also well aware that Yu Chengliang might be Song Yafei's mistress.

But she's seen it all before: a mistress having an affair with another mistress, and a mistress bumping into a mistress.

I was dressed in a disheveled and shabby manner.

She was terrified that I was a dangerous individual with a terminal illness who wanted to cause trouble.

It might turn into a fierce battle.

I do not know what to do.

Given the current situation, I have no choice but to wait.

Am I supposed to go up there and face a live performance that I'll never be able to face in my entire life?

I declined the guesthouse owner's "kind offer" and did not book a room as she requested.

Even though she said it was provided to me for free, I still didn't go.

I stayed in the lobby on the first floor.

There was a sofa set there, facing the staircase leading up and down the guesthouse.

I need to make sure that I can see Song Yafei and Yu Chengliang as soon as they come down.

I curled up on the sofa until the wee hours of the morning.

I was suddenly awakened by my phone ringing.

I thought Song Yafei had finally finished and called back after seeing my call.

The caller ID showed it was Xu Hu.

When I saw those two words, my heart skipped a beat.

A sudden pang of heart palpitation struck.

I began to feel panicked unconsciously.

The hand that answered the phone was trembling.

"Brother." I pressed the answer button, but didn't say anything.

There was a long pause on the other side before a mournful cry suddenly came from there.

He sobbed uncontrollably.

I held my phone, my body stiff.

"Tell me, I can handle it."

Xu Hu's crying burst forth like a flood after I finished speaking.

He let out a desperate roar: "She's only twelve, only twelve!"

In six more years, I will be an adult and enter society.

Like them, I have witnessed more of the beauty of humanity.

He didn't mention Sasha's death once.

But just those few words made me lose my breath.

I looked up at the staircases leading to the next floor, and the desolation in my heart completely buried me.

"How could this be? So sudden."

I tried my best to make my tone sound normal.

I didn't expect any answer.

I just want to talk to someone.

The lobby of this guesthouse is so quiet.

It was so quiet that even my own breathing felt noisy.

Xu Hu stammered as he recounted Sasha's situation over the past two days.

I listened attentively.

But after I hung up the phone, I couldn't remember anything.

"Brother, you've already spent most of the 500,000 you transferred. What are we going to do, brother?"

He was worried about the money, and he was also worried about me.

As the saying goes, they lost both their people and their money.

The money was completely spent.

We couldn't keep the person.

"If only we had found a matching bone marrow donor sooner."

Xu Hu kept muttering to himself, filled with self-reproach and madness.

I was thinking, it would be great if the money could be transferred sooner.

Because in that hospital, Sasha's illness was the most serious, her condition was the most special, and she was the youngest.

If the money is right, will it give me a better chance?

Some people might be willing to be matched with her even if it's just for money.

But now, it's too late to say all this.

"I'll try my best to get there when the funeral is held."

I asked Xu Hu one last question.

The problem is almost cruel.

But for orphans without parents, there are no other family members to mourn besides these fellow orphans.

They need to learn to be independent from a young age.

Even in death, one should learn to bury the dead as quickly as possible.

This way, we won't waste social resources, nor will we waste the resources of the other children in the orphanage.

This is reality, and it's terribly tragic.

"The headmistress said, 'Let's do it tomorrow. Tomorrow is the eighth day of the lunar month, which is an auspicious day.'"

It's late at night now.

The eighth day of the lunar month, which is today.

I have to get back.

I staggered to my feet from the sofa.

As I approached the guesthouse, my foot slipped and I fell.

The waiter on night duty even stepped forward to help him up, asking with concern, "Sir, are you alright?"

"It's okay," I replied. "It'll be over soon."

I got up with her help.

My vision was still terribly blurry.

I waved goodbye to her and walked into the night. I waited for almost half an hour before a car finally came.

The driver was very uneasy when he saw me come out in this state.

“I say to young man, what hurdle can’t you overcome to torture yourself like this?”

I gazed out the window at the darkness of the night, watching the roadside signs rush past.

My mind went blank, and I couldn't answer the driver's question.

A working-class person who usually only says a few words can hand over their entire fortune to you because of a single word of trust.

A recent graduate working in a hotel might help you without considering the consequences.

Even a driver who only gave you a ride for a short distance and may never see you again will see your condition and offer a caring word of advice.

There are so many good people in the world.

But I've turned my life into this.

I can't say whether I regret it or not.

I just feel more exhausted than ever before.

"Things will get better in the future," I replied to the driver.

After several hours of flying and transferring, I finally arrived at Sasha's funeral at 3 p.m.