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

Chapter 217 Stealing Everything from Me

So what she was implying was, "Are you still going to go abroad to find him?"

Song Yafei didn't deny it, which means I was right.

She grabbed my hand and led me to the sofa, where we sat down together.

“Your health is important, but this might be his last chance. I owe him this, and I can’t just stand by and watch him die. Do you understand?”

"So you're still going, right?"

Even though I knew what she meant, I still stubbornly wanted an answer.

An answer that made me give up.

Seeing that I looked unwell, she relented and said, "We won't go for now. We'll decide after we get news from them."

"But I hope you understand that I cannot stand idly by when faced with life and death."

So she was telling me that her bottom line was there, and she was bound to go, but she wouldn't go for the time being.

In other words, her choice this time is still Yu Chengliang.

So, knowing this choice, what else can I expect?

I let go of her hand and even moved away from her. Song Yafei looked at me with a hint of impatience.

Perhaps she felt that since she had already explained herself and made concessions, I should know when to stop.

But she patiently explained, "I'm just going there once, it doesn't mean anything. I'll be back soon once she's better."

"I can't just leave your illness to anyone else to handle. We need to find the best doctor. Let's discuss your matter again when I get back, okay?"

Therefore, I was ultimately ranked after Yu Chengliang, even at the critical moment of life and death.

For a moment, I found it ridiculous.

What do those decisions we made yesterday even mean?

I stood up and turned to go upstairs, but I stopped before I could even lift my foot onto the stairs.

I was still unwilling to accept it, and a restless feeling kept nagging at me, making me feel like I had to get it all out.

I turned to look at Song Yafei. "You always tell me to love you, to love you like before, but what about me?"

"You're still the same as before, only caring about what you want and doing what you want to do, never considering my feelings."

"You're implying that I should be understanding, but what do you want me to do? We both know how he feels about you, but he's still willing to give up everything for him, including me."

"You want me to understand you? How can I understand someone who almost killed me, caused me to lose my right hand, and prevented me from doing what I like?"

"Sorry, I can't do it, and you can't expect me to give in!"

I poured out my frustrations, and Song Yafei looked at me without interrupting, her expression inscrutable.

I retorted, somewhat recklessly, "In your eyes, he's still more important, but you just think I'm more important than him. When faced with life and death, you always choose him. Is there any other explanation besides falling in love with him?"

Song Yafei's expression gradually became impatient, and her voice became much lower.

"So what exactly are you trying to say? Do you want to break up with me, or do you want me to stand idly by and watch Yu Chengliang's life or death?"

Instantly, I was enveloped by that feeling of powerlessness again.

Despite all that we've said, it seems like our thoughts are never on the same page.

Consider it an explanation to myself!

I sighed helplessly and shook my head sadly. "Fine, do whatever you want. Just pretend I didn't say anything. I'm going up now."

I didn't say anything more, and turned to go upstairs.

I have no opinion on what she decides to do in the end.

Because she has already used up the last chance I gave each other.

As she said, even if she doesn't go now, she will still go after a while, so what's the point of stopping her?

After going upstairs, I went to the study and received a call from Lin Qiuran.

He called specifically to inquire about some trivial matters concerning the restaurant, and I sat at my desk and explained them to him in detail.

I glanced at the bottom drawer and saw it was open, with a book inside that looked somewhat familiar.

After hanging up the phone, I took the book out of the drawer. It was indeed very familiar, and it was a book that seemed out of place for our age.

That was a fairy tale book that I secretly gave to Song Yafei on her birthday the first year after we broke up. It was a book she had always wanted.

I never expected a photo to float out of it; it was a picture of Yu Chengliang and Song Yafei, who looked quite young.

Seeing this photo in this book at this time feels so inappropriate and ironic to me.

I had just placed the fairy tale book on the table, and I was still holding this photo in my hand, when Song Yafei suddenly pushed the door open and saw it, a flash of anger crossing her face.

I was just about to ask her about the book when I heard her ask me, "What are you doing?"

His tone was a mix of anger and warning.

I'm torn between holding this photo in my hand and putting it down.

The words I wanted to say just came out, but when they reached my lips, I didn't know how to say them.

The atmosphere was tense for a few seconds. Song Yafei probably realized that she was getting a little anxious, so she came over, took the book away, and put the photo back into the book.

This time, she lowered her voice, "This is a book that Yu Chengliang gave me before."

"The book is not wrong. Don't let people implicate the book. You know I've always wanted this book."

I was somewhat surprised. "You mean, this book was a gift from Yu Chengliang?"

Song Yafei didn't answer, she just looked at me with a strange look in her eyes, as if she was wondering why I would ask such a question.

Her expression clearly told me that I was right.

But this book was clearly the one I gave her back then.

I was afraid she would be sad, so shortly after I went abroad, on the night before her first birthday alone, I secretly placed it on her bedroom door.

Knowing that she had always wanted this book, I hoped it could comfort her.

And on the last page, I also wrote two sentences for her.

I hope she can be happy and at peace.

I wrote it myself, and I believe she can recognize my handwriting at a glance.

I kept it a secret from Uncle Feng, risking breach of contract, because I still wanted to alleviate some of her suffering.

So over the years, Yu Chengliang not only stole my beloved, but also the gift I gave her back then, and even ruined my hand and my career.

Even so, it seems that as long as he gets sick, all his mistakes can be erased.

He wasn't punished; instead, he was forced to repeatedly yield and tolerate me, the victim.

I couldn't help but laugh at how foolish I was, even wanting to reconcile with her just yesterday.

All of her actions demonstrate how important Yu Chengliang is to her.

I pointed to the book and told Song Yafei with a smile, my voice trembling slightly.

"The book in your hand is a gift from me."