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Chapter 503 - 503 504 Preparations (3)_1
Chapter 503 - 503 504 Preparations (3)_1
?Chapter 503: Chapter 504 Preparations (3)_1 Chapter 503: Chapter 504 Preparations (3)_1 His stomach cancer prohibited all things spicy or stimulating.
Thus, consuming the sharp liquor felt like searing pain to Shen Liangnian.
After a while, Shen Liangnian finally asked, “How is she now?”
Cong Rong, quietly sipping the wine, answered indirectly, ” She sent me her wedding invitation not long ago. The ceremony took place at Liang Chen’s mansion on Half Mountain. The wedding was kept low-profile publicly, but I visited the venue once, it was extremely luxurious, Jing Haohao…”
He paused here, turned his head to look at Shen Liangnian and said, “She seems to be doing fine. She has stopped all commercial promotions, and Chen paid her indemnity. Now, she is in the villa and well taken care of by the people around her. Even when drinking water, several maidservants are busy fulfilling her needs, cautious of the temperature. She appears to be as delicate as a princess. The extreme measure taken is that Chen does not allow her to smoke, both indoors and outdoors. To be more precise, smoking is prohibited from the moment you step inside his door. When I had lunch at their house, the dishes were very nutritious and lightly flavored. They were clearly prepared specifically for the pregnant Jing Haohao.”
After speaking so much, Cong Rong paused, then added, “Liangnian, she’s doing alright.”
The lady he once promised to cherish for a lifetime now became someone else’s wife.
He used to know her every little detail, her words, her actions. But now, he has to rely on others to know how she’s doing.
Sitting in his chair, Shen Liangnian felt the pain in his stomach growing more intense. And, despite his discomfort, he nodded and said, “As long as she’s doing well, that’s what matters.”
Indeed, as long as she’s doing well, that’s what matters.
In this life, he has no desire except that the girl he wronged, the girl he loves deeply, can live well.
Shen Liangnian raised his hand to wipe his face, then slowly rose, “I’ll go to the restroom.”
Cong Rong didn’t speak, his gaze fell on Shen Liangnian, filled with melancholy.
Staggering to the restroom, Shen Liangnian supported himself on the washbasin, looking at his own reflection. He had lost much weight and his face had grown pale. Suddenly, he felt like his stomach was churning, and he bent down, violently spewing out.
The swallowed liquor was vomited out completely, until finally, he saw a strikingly bright red color in the porcelain sink.
The shocking red stung Shen Liangnian, his gaze fixed for a long time, before he finally reached out to turn on the faucet, to wash the sink clean.
Shen Liangnian looked at the white clean sink, and a sense of relief washed over him from the depths of his heart.
Oh, death, please slow down your pace.
Let me see that girl truly find happiness before you take me away.
Shen Liangnian did not return to the private room, instead, he staggered out of the Golden Era, sat in his car, clutching his stomach, leaned over the steering wheel, slowly savoring the pain, waiting for the pain to pass.
He was indeed familiar with this stomachache.
It was many years ago when Jing Haohao, who couldn’t cook porridge well then, used to ride her bicycle on a chilly winter morning for over an hour to buy his favorite porridge.
Her small face became red from the freezing cold, her hands grown frostbitten, yet she didn’t care and always cheerfully served him the porridge, encouraging him to drink while it was still hot.