Valentine's Day, February 14.

Zhuang Mingyue, 31 years old, died of cancer.

The imperial capital Jing'an Hospital was filled with a pungent smell of disinfectant.

"Show banquet, the doctor gave me a dialysis injection today, it hurts so much."

"I'm almost dead, can you see me?"

"Please, show the banquet..."

Zhuang Mingyue turned her head weakly and looked at the text message page on her mobile phone. She sent several messages, like a rock sinking into the sea, and she did not reply to the banquet...

There were a few drips hanging on the back of her hands, her face was pale and skinny, and her eyes were deeply sunken.

All hands, feet and limbs have become cancerous and rotten.

She couldn't move all over and could do nothing. Even the nurse who cared for her hadn't been here for more than half a month.

Cause: There is no need for treatment.

She is actually very delicate and afraid of pain, but in the late stage of cancer, she endures the torture of illness every day, and the only reason that supports her to survive is her love for the Chanban.

But when this love disappeared, she was left with only a broken body with dry bones.

Zhuang Mingyue turned off her phone and quietly waited for the arrival of death.

The pain made her trance. She thought bitterly. During the eight years she tried her best to marry Zhanyan, she tried her best to play the role of a virtuous wife and stayed by his side with all her heart. What did she get?

Everyone around her left her, and she was only betrayed by everyone and was poor.

Maybe she died, and the happiest thing was the banquet. He was free from now on and would never have to look at her annoying face again.

He was finally able to marry Song Qiuqiu home as he wished.

Eight months ago.

On the birthday of the banquet, Zhuang Mingyue sat on the sofa and waited for him to come back. It was two o'clock in the morning.

On the table, the dishes she prepared carefully were also cold.

She did not wait for Zhan Banquet, but waited for a divorce agreement received by his assistant. The assistant said in disappointment, "Madam, sir, there is no way. Zhan's industry needs someone to inherit it."

Zhuang Mingyue smiled pale. She had conceived a few years ago, but an accident happened. She was stillborn and had a uterus. From then on, her uterus was damaged and she could not get pregnant again.

Now that the banquet is in his thirties, he really needs an heir.

So Zhanyan wanted to divorce her and find a woman who could have children.

Zhuang Mingyue drove away the assistant and called Zhan Yan with trembling hands. She wanted Zhan Yan to tell her in person.

The phone was connected, but Song Qiuqiu heard the breathing and groaning, "A Yan, I can't do it anymore, be gentle...ah..."

When he heard her voice, at that moment, Zhuang Mingyue's heart was blunt and painful.

When the phone hung up, Zhuang Mingyue smiled mockingly, and her eyes turned red.

After his father handed over the company to him before his death, less than five years later, he became the executive president of the Imperial Capital Caibang Group.

In the commercial field, it calls the wind and rain, and black and white are both common.

Such an excellent man is always surrounded by all kinds of women, and there is no shortage of beautiful women with good figures.

Among so many women, only Song Qiuqiu stayed at the banquet for the longest time.

Song Qiuqiu was born in an ordinary family and graduated from college, and became an assistant to the banquet.

Her strength and means are obvious to all.

The two are the most compatible soul mates and are born to be a match.

If Zhuang Mingyue had not been there at the beginning, perhaps Zhanyan would have been together with Song Qiuqiu very early, instead of being a lover who had been secretly aged for so many years.

A marriage without love is extremely sad.

Zhuang Mingyue signed a divorce agreement, shared a sum of money, and was expelled from the imperial city forever.

Without his permission, you can never come back.

A week later, she was diagnosed with advanced cancer.

"Bang!"

Today is Valentine's Day, with gorgeous fireworks outside.

Zhuang Mingyue woke up from memories, opened her eyes tiredly, looked out the window, and her pale face froze instantly.

On the huge LED screen, Zhanyan was wearing a black and crisp suit, tall and straight, but standing there was a strong sense of impact, and the body was surrounded by a cold and noble aura. When he looked closely, he was not only stunning but also stunning, and the coldness revealed the calm and intimidation of the superior.

He held a little boy of five or six years old in one hand and protected Song Qiuqiu in his arms with the other.

The child's eyebrows and eyes look very similar to a banquet.

"Mr. Zhan, is this your child with Miss Song?"

"Ms. Song is so beautiful. I have been waiting for you for so many years. When will your wedding date be scheduled?"

Song Qiuqiu raised her head from the man's arms, smiled sweetly, revealing the dove egg ring on her slender hands, "Please call me Mrs. Zhan in the future. Today, we have registered for marriage."

Zhuang Mingyue closed her eyes, and tears finally fell from her eyes.

I regret the banquet!

If only I don’t love you!

If everything can be done again... I...don't fall in love with you again...

It was snowing outside, accompanied by the sound of fireworks, illuminating the face through the window, and the gorgeous fireworks reflected in my eyes.

Zhuang Mingyue still died, and died on the day Zhanyan married Song Qiuqiu.
Chapter completed!