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’m fine now, thank you."Du Di smiled slightly, glanced at Ye Feimo, and nodded politely. Ruan Wen pursed her lips, looking away from both men's odd expressions, knowing that Ye Feimo had surely misund...503
The warmth stayed in the ward with Ye Feimo, while Cheng Anya and Young Master Three went to handle the procedures. Along the way, Cheng Anya was distracted; she had always felt terrified about the seriousness of Ye Feimo's stomach cancer.
There are some things that are beyond human control.
Cheng Anya was preoccupied and anxious, while Young Master Three simply held his wife's hand tightly. "Feimo will be fine."
"Didn't Bai Ye tell you the situation isn't optimistic for Feimo" Cheng Anya suddenly asked. Just now, he had been too calm; it seemed as though he had anticipated such a situation.
"Yes, last year Bai Ye obtained Feimo's report from Jia Ming and then called to inform me that Feimo has a very high chance of developing stomach cancer," Young Master Three replied without reservation. "Bai Ye said even in the worst-case scenario, there would still be four or five years left; I didn't expect it to happen so soon."
"Why didn't you tell me about this"
"What could you do You can't do anything. All necessary preventive measures have been taken. The medicine Feimo usually takes was prescribed by Bai Ye, and we don't want the situation to worsen," Young Master Three said; his concern for Ye Feimo wasn't any less than Cheng Anya's.
Cheng Anya leaned against the wall with no strength left in her body. She asked softly, "Does Bai Ye have a way out"
"After Jia Ming provides detailed reports on Feimo and shows them to Bai Ye and Su Man, if they can't find a solution, then..." Young Master Three hesitated to continue, making Cheng Anya feel icy cold.
She sighed. "Just looking at the warmth now makes me shudder..."
"Anya..."
"She is definitely going to divorce Feimo. I wonder if Feimo can withstand this blow. If it weren't for the gastric cancer, there might still be a chance. Now..." Cheng Anya's eyes were slightly red as she said, "I really feel heartbroken for Feimo."
...
When Ye Feimo woke up, dusk had already fallen.
He was somewhat disoriented; the glaring white made him feel intensely repulsed. He didn't know where he was until he saw the intravenous drip and remembered that he had fainted due to stomach pain, probably taken to the hospital.
Lately, his stomach had been feeling uneasy with intermittent sharp pains, but he hadn't paid much attention because of his busy work schedule and Warm's absence. He never thought it would result in an illness.
The lingering sunset rays were comfortable to look at, and Ye Feimo turned his head to see Warm looking steadily at him from the side. His heart secretly cried 'trouble,' as he had instructed Zhang Ling not to inform Warm about this. How did she end up here
Seeing that he was awake, Warm was also somewhat disoriented.
"Feimo..." She murmured softly. Ye Feimo noticed the pain in her expression and felt a pang of reluctance as well. He held her hand tightly against his lips; it was icy cold like frost. "I'm fine..."
Hearing this, Warm felt even more distressed.
How could he be fine with gastric cancer Every year so many people die from stomach cancer, how can he just be fine
She held back her welling tears and simply tightened her grip on his hand. Ye Feimo felt very weak, but he didn’t want to lie down; he rarely lay down so vulnerably. Warmth adjusted the height of the bed for him, allowing him to sit up.
He was a bit hungry. Cheng Anya had already prepared congee and kept it warm. Warmth poured out the congee and fed Ye Feimo bite by bite.
Looking at her fair face, Ye Feimo felt as if molten chocolate was melting in his heart, sweet yet bittersweet. Warmth was taking such good care of him, being so meticulous and gentle. Rarely did she show this kind of docility; though she seemed lost in thought with lingering sorrow, the way she treated him was tender.
"This congee isn’t very tasty." Ye Feimo said honestly. The congee consisted of his favorite ginger and shredded chicken, but it really wasn’t well-cooked. However, because Warmth fed him, the congee seemed delicious now.
"Mommy made it." Warmth smiled and replied. Ye Feimo understood; that explained it. He had said Warmth’s congee was very tasty before, so there was no reason for her to suddenly drop in quality... It must have been made by Mommy...
Neither of them spoke. Warmth kept her head low the whole time. Noticing something amiss, Ye Feimo frowned and asked, “Is something on your mind”
Warmth shook her head and put away the bowl, asking if he wanted more food. Ye Feimo shook his head. With a blank expression, Warmth placed the congee to one side and sat next to Ye Feimo by his bedside, holding hands with him.
Silence was too heavy for Ye Feimo, who found it strange and asked, “Why aren’t you talking”
“What do you want to say”
"Anything is fine," said Ye Feimo. As long as she spoke with him, anything would be acceptable. "Since we returned from Athens, we haven't really had a proper conversation."
Mentioning Athens brings a bitter feeling to her heart, and thinking of how little care he takes for himself makes her feel even more frustrated. "Why don't you eat properly Why don't you sleep well The company won’t collapse without you, why do you have to end up in the hospital Ye Feimo, this is just like you. How can I—"
How can she leave him at ease
Her eyes were slightly red as Ye Feimo raised an eyebrow and looked at her with a puzzled expression, his eyes flashing with surprise. Was Nuannuan concerned about him
"Nuannuan..."
"Don't call me that! I hate you so much." Unable to express the bitterness in her heart, Nuannuan pouted and tried to shake off his hand. Ye Feimo grabbed her hand again; afraid of pulling out his IV needle, she didn’t struggle too hard. He treated her hand like a precious treasure and was very pleased.
"Why don't you come back and take care of me The takeaway food is so bad." Ye Feimo took advantage of the situation to make demands. "Without you around, I can’t eat well. Will you come back"
"Don’t be unreasonable," Nuannuan said angrily. He was indeed tugging at her heartstrings; knowing that she couldn’t bear to leave him, he still acted so pitifully. "How did you manage when we were strangers I didn’t see anything wrong with you back then. Why are you being so spoiled now"
Ye Feimo said in a righteous tone, "Nuannuan, you can't put my appetite up high and then drop it hard like that; it won’t be able to handle it, neither will I. Today’s moodiness is your fault, too. You need to take responsibility."
The more he spoke this way, the sadder Nuannuan felt. Thinking of Feimo's stomach cancer made her heart ache.
He originally just had a common stomach ailment; now it was cancer. She blamed herself deeply as she believed that there was a large part of the reason due to her actions—if Ye Feimo didn’t often quarrel with her and mistreat his body, he might not have gotten stomach cancer.
To take responsibility, she wanted to shoulder this burden too—could his stomach cancer be transferred to heris forehead onto her fair chest as lips and tongue covered down, sucking on the blooming red plum with a hoarse voice: "It seems bigger..."Wuduang felt embarrassed while Kaka's expression was extremel...