Chapter 2: The Plea

Inside the hospital room, hearing a commotion, Wei Zhitao struggled to crack his eyes open. He rolled his pupils, looking toward the door.

Wei Zhitao had no idea what had happened to him. He had simply passed out from drinking, so how could his body have collapsed to such a degree after waking up?

At this moment, waves of sharp, bone-deep pain racked his entire body, stimulating his brain and causing him such intense agony that it was truly unbearable.

Seeing Ning Rujun arrive, Wei Zhitao felt a glimmer of hope. He hoped this foolish woman would quickly find a way to save him.

He had a good life ahead of him; he truly did not want to die!

He wanted the best treatment in the hospital, and he didn't care how much money it cost—it was a necessity!

However, meeting his gaze as he pleaded for help, Ning Rujun no longer showed the concern she had for him in the past. She simply walked to the bedside, holding the diagnostic reports.

Looking down at the confused Wei Zhitao, Ning Rujun offered a cold smile and placed the diagnostic papers in front of him one by one.

Savoring his look of increasing disbelief and near-total collapse, Ning Rujun said coldly, "Terminal lung cancer, terminal uremia, terminal rectal cancer, plus various venereal diseases like HIV and syphilis!"

"Wei Zhitao, congratulations. Your body is completely ruined!"

"With so many illnesses, plus HIV and other venereal diseases, it's difficult even to use medication for pain relief now. You can just spend your remaining days suffering through this agony!"

As Ning Rujun spoke these words, Wei Zhitao was utterly stunned. He had never imagined he would have so many diseases, nor that Ning Rujun’s attitude would undergo such a drastic change!

But how did he get these illnesses?

HIV and venereal diseases? Where did he contract them? Was it from Feng Qingxue, or someone else?

With so many diseases, all in their terminal stages, was he truly beyond saving? Was it true that even painkillers were no longer effective?

Thinking of these things, Wei Zhitao’s heart sank, filled with bitterness, despair, and regret.

At the same time, the change in Ning Rujun’s attitude made him even more uneasy. It was as if this woman, who used to have eyes only for him and felt guilty toward him, had discovered something that caused her to turn against him entirely.

It seemed as though Ning Rujun couldn't wait to see him dead!

This thought made Wei Zhitao even more panicked, terrified, and trembling.

Ning Rujun had been observing the changes in his expression, and the more she watched, the more satisfied she felt.

With a light, mocking laugh, she continued, "And you didn't know, did you? My 'dear' best friend, Feng Qingxue, she also has HIV and syphilis. She caught them while eating roast duck outside. She got them earlier than you, and her condition is even worse. You were infected by her!"

"Wei Zhitao, congratulations on sharing your suffering with Feng Qingxue. Don't worry, it's just the retribution you deserved!"

"Also, I am truly grateful to you. Thank you for always keeping your distance and never touching me. That is why I didn't get infected, why I still have a long life ahead, and why I can enjoy all the blessings to come."

Seeing the results and hearing Ning Rujun’s cold, detached words, Wei Zhitao panicked even more.

He didn't want to die; he regretted everything!

How could he have known that the bitch Feng Qingxue would have so many filthy diseases—even such serious ones—and that she would infect him, dragging him down as a scapegoat even in death, forcing him to die right along with her?

At that moment, Wei Zhitao hated Feng Qingxue with a venomous intensity; he truly wished he could strangle her to death.

If he had stayed away from Feng Qingxue, could he have avoided this catastrophe?

And more importantly, did Ning Rujun saying all this mean she already knew about those other matters?

The light in Wei Zhitao’s eyes dimmed significantly.

Yet, he truly did not want to die. He wanted proper treatment; he wanted to live!

Straining to lift his hand, he removed his oxygen mask. He felt a wave of suffocation, severe discomfort, and a burning pain in his chest.

Nevertheless, Wei Zhitao endured it, looked at Ning Rujun, and managed to speak with great difficulty: "A-Jun, we are husband and wife. Why are you saying these things now?"

"I am sick, very sick. I am in pain all over. Please, quickly find a better doctor to treat me. I... I will live a good life with you from now on. We can still have children of our own, our family can be happy, and I... I will cut off everything outside and cherish you properly."

"A-Jun, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong. I shouldn't have been seduced by that bitch Feng Qingxue. I love you, and I only love you. Please, save me. Let's live a good life together, okay?"

"A-Jun, I’m in so much pain. Please, save me, save me!"

...

Wei Zhitao knew his condition was dire, but he had never expected it to be so severe that it was about to take his life.

The most crucial thing was that Ning Rujun had changed—truly changed. She had become disobedient and dared to stand against him. She no longer showed the guilt that made her want to make amends, and especially after seeing his diagnosis and learning of his relationship with Feng Qingxue, she didn't shed a single tear or offer him her wholehearted support.

It was as if Ning Rujun’s love had turned into hatred, and she couldn't wait for him to drop dead on the spot, the more hideous the death, the better.

Realizing this, Wei Zhitao felt even more desperate and miserable.

As long as he could keep living, he didn't care what he lost!

Even if he had to fawn over, beg, or cajole Ning Rujun, Wei Zhitao was prepared to do it, just to find a chance at survival.

However, in response to his words, Ning Rujun merely let out a faint scoff: "Wei Zhitao, do you really think you could have hidden everything between you and Feng Qingxue?"

"Your child is already so old, you have an heir, and you wanted to murder your wife for the insurance money?!"

"Feeding on blood like that—aren't you afraid of retribution?"

Having said this, Ning Rujun sneered with contempt and continued, "What a pity. You were infected by Feng Qingxue and caught so many diseases yourself that you don't have much time left to live."

"Now that things have reached this point, you come to me talking about love, saying you regret it and want to live a good life—don't you think you are shameless and ridiculous?"

"Wei Zhitao, I once gave you a chance, hoping you would seize it. But your subsequent actions only became more and more excessive! You have made it impossible for me to trust you."