Chapter 1 Widowed Marriage

Tang Qinghuan felt a dull pain on the right side of her lower abdomen when she drove to the company early in the morning. The pain worsened halfway, and she couldnt stand it anymore and went to the hospital for emergency treatment.

After the doctor examined her, he said that she had acute appendicitis and needed surgery immediately, but she had to get her family members to sign before the surgery could be performed.

Tang Qinghuan endured the pain and picked up her phone to dial a number. The other end rang for more than ten times before answering, with a cold tone: "Whats the matter?"

"I... am in the hospital, I need to have an appendectomy, can you come and sign?" Tang Qinghuans voice trembled with pain.

"Im busy, send the address of the hospital to my secretary, and ask him to sign." The other end said this and hung up the phone.

Tang Qinghuan tightly grasped the phone, the force was so strong that her knuckles turned white. This is her husband, the man she loves deeply.

Tang Qinghuan once thought that the happiest thing in her life was to marry Lu Yichen. But time is a good thing, and the firm and unshakable belief will eventually become shaky with endless indifference.

Just because Tang Qinghuan did not have blood on the wedding night, Lu Yichen hated and alienated her. In the past three years, their marriage has been neither good nor bad, neither loving nor quarreling. Lu Yichen would occasionally go home every month, just for three or five sex affairs as a routine. But every time he finished, he would immediately withdraw and never spend the night in Tang Qinghuans bed.

Tang Qinghuan herself couldnt explain why she lost her first time. Because of this guilty conscience and stain, she didnt dare to complain about being ignored by Lu Yichen, let alone tell others, and could only silently endure Lu Yichens disdain. She thought that people are made of flesh and blood, and that as long as she was sincere to Lu Yichen, she would be forgiven and loved by Lu Yichen one day.

But three years have passed.

Tang Qinghuan used all her thirty-six martial arts and seventy-two skills, but she couldnt change Lu Yichens attitude towards her. She was a little tired and didnt know what the meaning of persistence was.

Lying on the cold operating table, looking at the shadowless lamp above her head, she was a little dazed. Once, Lu Yichen also lay under the shadowless lamp, and at that time his blood was about to run dry. He held his hand tightly. Now lying here, I stretched out my hand to grab only the painful air that suffocated me.

Im so sleepy, I want to sleep, a long sleep.

Someone patted her face: "Open your eyes, let me see you are awake."

Tang Qinghuan tried to open her eyes. It was a male doctor wearing a mask. The doctors forehead was full of beads of sweat.

"Dont sleep, stay awake. Your lesion is more troublesome than expected. Because the operation was delayed, the lesion has perforation and adhesion. Dont sleep..."

Tang Qinghuan was so sleepy that her eyelids felt heavy. Am I going to die? Its actually good to die. I will be relieved when I die.

"Inject adrenaline, call for support, anesthesiologist, hematology..."

Tang Qinghuan woke up again a day later. With a dizzy head, she opened her eyes and looked at this familiar world. The first thought was that she was still alive.

Lu Yichens secretary Xiao Li stood in front of the bed and was relieved: "Madam, you finally woke up. You almost..."

"Wheres your boss?" Tang Qinghuan tried to move her lips and asked. Knowing that the answer would hurt people, she still couldnt help asking.

Xiao Li said awkwardly: "Our boss is on a business trip."

Tang Qinghuan closed her eyes, and a bitterness spread across the corners of her dry and curled lips. Lu Yichen is always working. Is there anything else in his world besides work?

Ten days later, Tang Qinghuan was discharged from the hospital and was taken home by Xiao Li.

Tang Qinghuan covered her belly with her hands and stepped into the house. It was not Mrs. Zhang who greeted her, but a pretty girl.

"Hello, Madam. My name is Zhou Hui." The girl introduced herself in a sweet voice.

Tang Qinghuan held the door frame with five fingers and looked at the girl for five minutes before asking: "Tell me again, what is your name."