The burial of Zhou Yanxu also buried her past.
Jiang Nanshu coughed intermittently, feeling a severe tightness in her chest. She only felt much better after coughing up a mouthful of blood.
“Boss, let’s go to the hospital. How much longer can you hold on like this?”
Xun Wu’s voice suddenly sounded from behind.
Jiang Nanshu wiped the blood with a tissue and turned to look at him: “I’m fine. I should be able to outlive Zhou Yanbai.”
Xun Wu was both angry and helpless: “I really should have called Xu Yun to supervise your treatment. You’re not taking your medicine properly again.”
Mentioning Xu Yun, Jiang Nanshu’s brows relaxed slightly as she smiled: “What are you planning to do? Marry Sister Xu Yun?”
Xun Wu’s face instantly turned shy: “Well, it’s all up to her. She decides.”
They got together last winter.
Jiang Nanshu offered her heartfelt blessings. Even Xun Wu, that big fool, had found love. Seeing him happy made Jiang Nanshu happy for them, too.
She coughed twice: “Treat Xu Yun well. If you dare to cheat on her, I’ll haunt you even as a ghost.”
Xun Wu pouted: “How could I dare? I cherish her too much to cheat on her. Don’t worry, boss, don’t you know what kind of person I am?”
“That’s good. It’s just a pity I can’t see your wedding.” Jiang Nanshu sighed.
She got married to Lu Qingyan with just a marriage certificate, no wedding, not even a wedding ring.
It turned out that seeing others happy made her happy too.
Xun Wu’s eyes reddened: “Woo, woo, you’re not allowed to say such things! I’m going to marry Xu Yun tomorrow, and you’ll see it.”
Jiang Nanshu: “…”
Why did Sister Xu Yun choose to date you?
So prone to crying!
She hoped she would never meet someone so prone to tears again. (T/N: Hehehe… I think it’s impossible~)
She was convinced.
She would never comfort anyone who cried!
After Jiang Nanshu left Hong Kong, her condition began to deteriorate.
Before that, good news arrived.
Zhou Yanbai had gone mad.
He needed sedatives every day to control his self-harming behavior.
His forehead was covered in scars from his banging, and he kept muttering, “I want to go back to that world, I don’t want to be here.”
Jiang Nanshu merely glanced at him and said, “Even if you go back, you’re destined to die young.”
It was unclear which word from Jiang Nanshu triggered him.
He started banging his head against the wall again.
He knocked himself unconscious.
The next day, Jiang Nanshu took him to a mental hospital, instructing that he be treated ‘specially’.
The more severe his madness, the more injections he would need.
As April arrived, news came from the mental hospital that Zhou Yanbai had committed suicide.
He hid a sharp weapon in his room and committed suicide by cutting his wrists.
It hadn’t even been three months in total.
His tolerance for stress was really too low.
Jiang Nanshu had thought that he could hold on a little longer; she had overestimated him.
Looking at the season of lush greenery and fluttering birds, Jiang Nanshu went to the doctor to confirm that she had at most two months to live.
She decisively handed over the entire company to Xun Wu and wrote a will outlining the arrangements for her assets.
She had never done anything good in her life, so she wanted to do as much good as possible before she died.
She sponsored schools in impoverished mountain areas, donated funds to orphanages, and ultimately helped children suffering from serious illnesses.
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Sam Williams On TYMIMA Chapter 152