"Grandma..." Qin Mingyue looked at his grandmother's actions. Just as he was about to speak, she glared at him.

"Don't call me grandma. I don't have an unfilial grandson like you."

Qin Mingyue tightened his grip on his wine glass. "Fine. I'll stay home for this month."

After getting the confirmation, Mrs. Qin Sr immediately sat up straight and clapped her hands. "Butler, come on, let me see what I should do for the 80th birthday! By the way, the room upstairs has been made. You two can stay in the room where Mingyue used to live. You two can work hard tonight!"

"..."

In the evening, Mrs. Qin Sr pushed Wen Shu into the room early.

As the door closed, Qin Mingyue leaned against the headboard and sneered. "Do you think you can get what you want by pleasing Grandma?" The room was soundproof and he was not afraid that Grandma would hear him.

"I don't think so." Wen Shu leaned against the door and said in a very soft tone. She relied on the support of the door to prevent herself from curling up. A few years was enough for her to realize that she had given up on this man. She had no thought but to divorce him.

"Let's get a divorce, Qin Mingyue. I'm tired," Wen Shu said effeminately, raising her head to look at him.

The woman's body was shrouded in loneliness, and she had long since lost her original vitality. However, Qin Mingyue felt that it was ironic. "You should have thought of this day when you forced me to marry you!"

"But I also donated bone marrow to Yan Zhiwei. She has leukemia, and I went to the operating table to save her. Don't you know that?" Yan Zhiwei was dying, and she could have stayed out of it.

However, she had fallen in love with Qin Mingyue. She loved him stubbornly so much that she let the needle penetrate her spine to take out her bone marrow because he had promised to marry her.

"Yes! So, I agree to marry you. I can give you the honor of being Mrs. Qin." The man was like an angry lion. His eyes were red, as if he had recalled some embarrassing past. "But you are not satisfied. You want to kill her!"

The woman, who had finally survived, was called out by Wen Shu on the phone, but fell into the hands of a group of hooligans. She was lying alone in the alley with traces of being abused again and again on her body. The treasure he protected in his hands was trampled by those hooligans.

Wen Shu trembled, clenched her fists, and said in a tired voice, "How many times have I told you? It's not me. Why don't you believe me..."

"You don't deserve my trust." Qin Mingyue closed his eyes slightly as if he didn't want to talk anymore. He picked up the towel and walked into the bathroom.

Listening to the sound of running water in the bathroom, Wen Shu leaned against the bed. Her young love, that privileged person, appeared in front of her like a trotting horse lamp. She didn't know when the marriage she had been looking forward to had become his shackle...

"Buzz." The vibration of the phone woke her up. When she saw the screen at the bedside light up, she subconsciously pressed the answer button.

"Mingyue, I miss you so much..." Wen Shu frowned when she heard the soft call. It was Qin Mingyue's phone that she took.

"You are..."

Yan Zhixuan was slightly stunned, as if she did not expect a woman to answer. She immediately smiled sweetly and said, "I am the sister of Mingyue. Can you let Mingyue call me back later?"

"Okay." As soon as Wen Shu finished speaking, the phone was quickly hung up.

Wen Shu was wondering if this voice was a little familiar...

Qin Mingyue came out of the bathroom and wiped his hair with a towel. He ignored her and walked over to pick up his phone. When he saw the call history, he furrowed his brows tightly. He turned to look at the other living person in the room and said angrily, "Who allowed you to touch my phone!"

"That call just came..." Wen Shu couldn't deny it.

Qin Mingyue didn't listen at all. He dialed the number again, but the phone couldn't get through. He had to change the number, but his face turned pale in an instant as if he had heard something.

After hanging up the phone, he hurried over and grabbed Wen Shu by the collar with one hand. "You lunatic! What did you say again?"

Wen Shu pushed his hand away and said unhappily, "Nothing. She just wanted to remind you to call back."

"You're still lying at a time like this." Qin Mingyue suddenly grabbed her by the throat. Anger was the only thing that could hide his fear. "She committed suicide because of your call!"

Suicide... Like a flash of thunder, Wen Shu felt a buzz in her brain. She tried her best to push his arm away, but the man directly dragged her arm.

Wen Shu stumbled and fell from the bed. She propped herself up and said, "Qin Mingyue! What are you doing? What does her suicide have to do with me? Maybe it's another woman who went crazy for you!"

"Because you killed her sister!"

Wen Shu was stunned for a moment. An incredible idea brewed in her mind, and her voice trembled uncontrollably. "Who is that person..."

"She's the younger sister of Zhiwei!"

Wen Shu suddenly lost her strength and allowed Qin Mingyue to drag her to the hospital. She was still digesting the information in her mind. Yan Zhiwei's younger sister, Yan Zhixuan. That woman, even if she died, would make her unable to live in peace for the rest of her life. Now, she had a younger sister... How ridiculous.

The operating light was on for a long time. She watched the man pacing back and forth in front of the operating room again and again. Wen Shu squatted on the chair outside the door with her arms around her legs. Maybe she didn't turn on the heating, but she felt cold all over, from her legs to her heart...

When she woke up, she was already in the ward. It was pure white and was decorated with greenery. If it weren't for the familiar smell of disinfectant, she wouldn't have thought that it was a hospital.

The woman lying on the next bed frowned slightly. Her face was pale, but her outline was really similar to that of Yan Zhiwei. She was fragile and pitiful. Yan Zhixuan took small sips of the porridge in Qin Mingyue's hand and said in a weak voice, "Mingyue, she is awake."

Qin Mingyue did not slow down at all. He continued to feed Yan Zhixuan with his spoon, little by little blowing the porridge cold. "Don't worry about this woman. You have to take good care of yourself first."

Wen Shu smiled sarcastically. Now that he had a sister worthy of care, he didn't care about her. She turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by the bodyguards at the door.

Knowing that this was what Qin Mingyue meant, she turned around and asked, "Mr. Qin, are you lacking a spectator?"

"Dang-" Qin Mingyue suddenly threw the bowl in his hand at Wen Shu. "Wen Shu! Have I been spoiling you too much these days!"

The porcelain bowl hit Wen Shu on the head, and the sharp edge cut a cut on her forehead. Fortunately, the porridge had the neutral temperature, so she would not be scalded. The porridge slipped down along her face. Wen Shu took out a tissue from her pocket and wiped it slowly. Looking at the blood in her hand, there was no sadness or joy in her eyes.

The person she liked had gradually faded from her memory...

Looking at her such an expression, Qin Mingyue became more and more angry and finally remembered the reason for bringing Wen Shu here, "Apologize to Zhixuan."

"Apologize? Fine, I'm sorry. How did I not know that I could force you to die with just a few words?"

Wen Shu looked at the pale face carefully and forced a smile on the rosy face. "Right, the younger sister of Yan Zhiwei."

No one dared to mention this name in front of Qin Mingyue. Even Yan Zhixuan herself did not dare to. She shrank back and moved closer to Qin Mingyue, her voice trembling. "Wen Shu, I don't blame you. It's my fault. I just missed my sister too much."

"Oh~" Wen Shu said meaningfully. "Then next time, there won't be anyone guarding you from time to time."