After the divorce, he went on a motorcycle trip, and his ex-wife and daughter were filled with regre

Shen Qinghan lowered her head and looked at the cheap hospital gown she was wearing, which was faded from washing and stained with a few drops of blood.

Looking at the bluish-purple, densely packed needle marks on the back of my hand from repeated injections.

Looking at her flat, empty lower abdomen, which even had a cold catheter inserted.

She lost her child, her uterus, and her most basic ability as a woman to reproduce, becoming a completely disabled and useless person!

The Shen family went bankrupt, and Gu Ziming, who was full of sweet talk, died. She lost everything, was disgraced, and became a slut ridiculed by the entire internet!

The clown is me!

The stark contrast between heaven and hell was magnified to its extreme at this moment!

"No...this isn't real...this can't be! This is absolutely impossible!"

Shen Qinghan's mental defenses collapsed completely in that instant! They shattered into countless dust particles!

She let out a piercing, inhuman scream, like a madwoman.

"ah--!!!"

The voice was filled with endless regret, jealousy, madness, and despair that went to the bone!

She suddenly sat up in bed, completely ignoring the tearing pain in her lower abdomen.

She grabbed the glass of water from the bedside table and smashed it against the television on the wall with all her might!

"Bang!"

The water glass shattered, shards of glass splattered all over the floor, and the TV screen was also cracked, but the images of Jiang Ye and Xia Yu continued to flicker.

"Jiang Ye is mine! He's my husband! That position is mine! Xia Yu, you bitch, get out of my way!"

Shen Qinghan had completely gone mad. Her eyes were bloodshot, her hair was disheveled, and she looked like a wild beast that had lost its mind.

She frantically tore at the tubes attached to her body.

"Sizzle!"

The IV tube was forcibly pulled out, and blood spurted out instantly, splattering onto the white wall!

The catheter was violently torn off, bringing a piercing, excruciating pain that made her body convulse violently!

She grabbed pillows, blankets, and medical equipment from the bedside table and frantically smashed them against everything around her!

"Why! Why are you doing this to me! I was wrong! I really know I was wrong! Jiang Ye, come back!"

Shen Qinghan smashed things frantically while wailing and crying her heart out, her face covered in tears and snot.

However, the violent movements and frantic struggles caused the freshly stitched abdominal surgical wound to rupture instantly!

"Pfft!"

Crimson blood, like a burst dam, instantly soaked through the thick medical gauze, staining the snow-white hospital gown red, and flowed wildly down her thighs.

The excruciating pain, like a category 12 tsunami, completely engulfed her.

Shen Qinghan's legs went weak, and she fell heavily onto the ward floor, which was covered with shards of glass and blood.

Glass shards pierced her palms and knees, but she could no longer feel the pain from the external injuries, because the pain in her heart and abdomen had exceeded the limits of human endurance.

"Help...it hurts so much...help me..."

In despair, she stretched out her blood-stained hand and struggled painfully in the pool of blood, like a dying eel.

The commotion inside the ward finally alerted the medical staff outside.

"Quick! The patient in ward 302 is bleeding heavily from a wound! Bring the resuscitation cart over immediately! Prepare blood plasma!"

A group of doctors and nurses rushed into the ward and gasped when they saw the mess on the floor and Shen Qinghan lying in a pool of blood, convulsing.

Shen Qinghan was hurriedly lifted onto a stretcher and rushed to the emergency room again.

In the corridor, the wheels of the flatbed cart made a rapid and grating rolling sound.

Shen Qinghan lay on the flatbed, looking up at the incandescent lights flashing by on the ceiling.

Her consciousness was gradually fading, her life force was rapidly draining away with her blood, and her body was as cold as ice.

However, Jiang Ye's radiant smile on the television was like a terrifying nightmare she could never escape, etched firmly into her mind and impossible to shake off.

Regret was like ten thousand venomous insects covered in barbs, frantically gnawing at her soul.

The moment I was pushed through the cold door of the emergency room.

Shen Qinghan finally understood what it meant to be in despair that was more painful than death.

. . . . . .

The red light in the emergency room stayed on all night; Shen Qinghan's wretched life was practically pulled back from the brink of death.

Half a month later, Shen Qinghan, whose body had been completely drained, was kicked out of the hospital like a walking corpse.

The Shen family has gone completely bankrupt, and their luxurious villa, a symbol of status and wealth, has long been sealed off by the court.

Driven to desperation by loan sharks, Zhang Lan and Lin Boyun had no choice but to take Shen Qinghan, who had just been discharged from the hospital, and hide like rats in the most remote urban village in Hanzhou.

This is a dilapidated rental room of only a dozen square meters, without even a separate bathroom. The air is always filled with the stench of sewage and the musty, sour smell.

Large patches of plaster were peeling off the walls, and spider webs were hanging from the roof.

Shen Qinghan lay on the hard wooden bed, his face ashen, covered with a tattered quilt that smelled of mildew.

Her lower abdomen still ached faintly, and the long surgical scar, like an ugly centipede, constantly reminded her that she was now a disabled person whose uterus had been removed.

Zhang Lan and Lin Boyun went out early and returned late every day to do odd jobs to pay off their debts. When they came back, they would give Shen Qinghan a severe scolding, calling her a jinx and saying that she had ruined the entire Shen family.

Shen Qinghan didn't even have the strength to talk back. Every day, she could only lie in bed like a living dead person, staring at the yellowed ceiling with empty eyes.

That afternoon, the room was as stuffy and hot as a steamer.

Bored, Shen Qinghan picked up the old phone with trembling fingers. The screen was cracked into a spider web.

This is now her only means of contacting the outside world.

She aimlessly opened a short video app, trying to numb her battered nerves with those mindless, funny videos.

However, big data seems to have eyes, precisely rubbing salt into her wounds.

I had only watched a couple of videos when a live exclusive interview from Hanzhou Finance Channel suddenly popped up on my screen.

The number of viewers in the live stream reached tens of millions, and the screen was filled with so many comments that it almost crashed the video!

Shen Qinghan originally wanted to swipe away directly, but when she saw the man sitting on the leather sofa in the center of the screen, her finger suddenly froze in mid-air!

Jiang Ye!

That man, so familiar he was etched into her very bones, yet so unfamiliar she felt she couldn't possibly reach him!

In the live stream, Jiang Ye wore a perfectly tailored, high-end dark suit without a tie, and the top two buttons of his shirt were casually undone, exuding a lazy yet deadly wild charm.

He crossed his legs, leaned back on the sofa in a relaxed posture, his sharp eyebrows and bright eyes exuding a powerful aura.

The composure and domineering presence of someone who has long held a high position are practically overflowing from the screen!