Every word, every sentence, was filled with mockery and ridicule, but not a shred of affection.
Jian Zhou closed her eyes, unable to help a self-deprecating laugh.
Jian Zhou, Jian Zhou, when did you become so pathetic?
In her past life, she fell for someone who used her as a tool for wealth.
In this life, she fell for someone else, but they wanted neither her person, nor her heart, nor her money – they just wanted to play with her.
Ridiculous, truly ridiculous.
No wonder people say love is a sham game, and whoever takes it seriously loses.
So it turns out she saw through everything from the start and played along.
Once the peak enjoyment of the game was over, they’d get bored, pack up, and leave without a second glance.
The cold wind on the rooftop blew away much of Jian Zhou's drunkenness.
He gazed at the dazzling neon lights of the skyscrapers in the distance, his heart unsettled.
Jiang Ling, you are truly something.
You played with me, and now you want to kick me out of your world?
Hmph, don't even think about it!
You devoured me, and now you want to run?
No way, I'll block every escape route!
...
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
For these three days, Jiang Ling wandered aimlessly.
She had thought she would quickly adjust her mindset and welcome life anew.
But when she opened her phone and accidentally saw news about Jian Zhou's drunken stupor at the bar, she realized how difficult that was.
Love is not something you can buy just because you want to.
Similarly, love is not something you can end just because you want to.
The lotus root may be broken, but the silk threads still connect.
Alas~
At the same time, in a national key hospital in Shanghai.
The attending physician shook his head at a young merchant couple, "I'm very sorry, but neither of your stem cells matches with Mr. Jiang Tianbao. We can only wait slowly for a suitable donor. If a match never appears, then..."
Then Jiang Tianbao would have no chance of survival.
Zhang Lian, the wife of the merchant couple, was struck by lightning upon hearing this, nearly fainting.
This was her only son!
Back then, to have this child, she had cruelly abandoned her newborn daughter.
Afterward, she drank countless bitter medicines and used numerous folk remedies. Her pregnancy was filled with trepidation, and after ten months, she finally managed to bring this seedling into the world.
If her son were to die, who would care for her in her old age? How would she live the rest of her life!
Her husband, Jiang Jianguo, also wore a look of despair.
Zhang Lian, in her panic, grabbed the attending physician's white coat and stammered, "Doctor, please save my son, save my son. If he dies, I will not live either!"
Facing Zhang Lian's desperate pleas, the attending physician was also helpless, sighing inwardly at the depth of parental love.
Jiang Jianguo quickly said, "Money is not an issue. As long as my son can be cured, even if it means losing everything, I will give you a satisfactory sum."
The attending physician sighed, "This is not about money. If there were a way, would we doctors stand idly by? The problem is, leukemia can only be cured by bone marrow transplantation. Without a matching bone marrow, even with the highest medical skill, it's like a clever cook trying to make a meal without ingredients."
He paused, his heart filled with pity, "All methods have been tried. The bone marrow in the database does not match, and neither do you, the couple. If he had siblings, the genetic overlap between blood relatives is high. If the stem cells could match, I would be confident in curing him."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Jianguo and Zhang Lian became even more desperate.