Marital shenanigans: ex-wife, don't come back

"Beiling, you must have asked the servants below, haven't you? Does Yan Yan have anything to say to me?"

"Elder brother, I asked. The servants thought Yan Yan was sleeping upstairs and didn't know about Yan Yan's suicide. They didn't know Yan Yan committed suicide until a woman broke in!" Fu Beiling shook his head gently and sighed.

Fu Beichen heard this, but he smiled sadly. He was even very angry. A mouthful of blood vomited on the wedding dress, and he himself fainted to the ground. He was so frightened that Fu Beiling rushed him to the hospital.

In the Central Hospital, Fu Beichen lay quietly on his bed with an infusion tube hanging on his arm.

Fu Beiling stood aside and looked at the big brother's pale face. His knife was so cruel that it almost stabbed into his heart.

Elder brother, I have already reminded you that people can't do wrong, and some things can't be done again.

Now all this can't come back, and you will always live in guilt. Even if Yan Yan doesn't die, he won't love you anymore!

Fu Beichen's hospitalization can't be known to Fu Yunting. Even his parents can't know about Zhan Yan. If they know, they may have to make some moths, so they can't let them know these things for the time being.

In the ward, Fu Beiling and Chu fan waited anxiously in front of the hospital bed and looked at Fu Beichen in a coma.

"Chu fan, go and control Lin Siwei. After brother wakes up, I'm afraid there will be a lot to ask her!"

Chu fan looked at Fu Beichen and nodded. He had already reminded Fu Beichen about this and asked her to check Lin Siwei. If he had checked earlier, he and his wife would not have come to this step or lost their wife in the end.

"Don't worry, Fu Ershao, I'll find someone to control Lin Siwei now! It's really annoying to think of this woman. If it weren't for her, why would the president and his wife come to this stage today? This woman is so hateful!"

Fu Beiling frowned slightly, but did not speak. He just waved his hand and motioned Chu fan to leave.

Fu Beichen was quietly lying on the snow-white hospital bed. His face was pale and his breathing was weak. He had fallen into a deep dream.

In the dream, he gently opened his eyes and saw her face. She had a gentle smile on her lips. Her slender hand gently held his hand. The pear nest was shallow. He was stunned first, then sat up, happily held her hand with his backhand, and then gently kissed it on her lips.

"Yan Yan, you're back, aren't you? You deliberately asked Uncle Chen to do that in front of Grandpa's cemetery. You just wanted me to feel bad, didn't you? They all said, maybe you're dead, but I don't believe it. I won't believe it. Yan Yan, I won't believe you'll leave me like that. I don't believe it! Yan Yan, you won't leave me, will you?"

She still smiled, but did not respond. Her soft hand gently touched his eyebrows and eyes. Her eyes were soft, and her big eyes seemed to be full of stars.

Fu Beichen smiled and hugged her in his arms, so hard that he almost embedded her in his body.

Her body was still warm and soft, emitting a familiar fragrance. The corners of his eyes were unconsciously wet. He put his chin against her forehead, like a wronged child.

"Yan Yan, I hurt. I really hurt. Don't go, will you?"