Chapter 2

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

On the operating table, a cold needle pierced into her lower abdomen. Qin Xiangwan closed her eyes and let a cold tear fall from the corner of her eye.

The sharp pain in her stomach felt as if a knife was twisting inside her.

The unborn child was taken from her abdomen and placed on a cold metal plate beside her. It was already lifeless.

A kidney that originally belonged to her was taken out and prepared to be transplanted into Su Xinyue’s body.

Qin Xiangwan was like a rag doll that was being torn apart.

However, the woman lied expressionlessly on the operating table. Her eyes were empty, as if she was not the one whose stomach was cut open.

Fu Beiting was right. She asked for it.

The man she had liked since she was little had, whom she had given up everything for, was always cold and heartless.

“Xiangwan, Fu Beiting is too cruel. Even if you marry him, he won’t treat you well.”

Her father’s dying words echoed in her ears.

Qin Xiangwan started to tremble and let out a whimper.

“Dad… I was wrong…”

If she could turn back time, she would never take another look at Fu Beiting.

As her consciousness gradually dissipated, Qin Xiangwan closed her eyes, and the last drop of cold tears fell onto the ground.

Outside the operating room, Fu Beiting stood silently with a cigarette in his hand.

His handsome face was as cold as ice in the smoke.

He was a man with self-control and rarely smoked. However, for some reason, he felt unusually flustered at this moment.

She wouldn’t die inside, right?

He merely aborted the child in her stomach and took one of her kidneys. Qin Xiangwan had already done so much for him. This time, too, she would be… willing. At most, he would simply need to appease her afterwards.

Fu Beiting shook his head hard.

She will.

He told himself.

She loved him so much that she could throw her life away to be with him, so she would forgive him today too.

Su Xinyue’s kidney disease was getting worse and she only had two months left to live. If I gave her Qing Xiangwan’s kidney, she would be able to recover.

Bang!

The door to the operating room slammed open.

A nurse ran out in a panic, holding the notice of critical illness. “The patient is bleeding profusely. Who’s the family member…”

Fu Beiting shot her a sharp glance. “I am.”

“There has been an accident during the pregnant lady’s surgery. If we remove her kidney now, her life will be in danger.”

Fu Beiting held his breath. His handsome face turned livid. “What about Xinyue?”

The nurse was stunned. She didn’t expect him to ask about another woman instead of caring for the patient’s condition.

Just then, his assistant rushed over and handed him a notice of critical illness. With a flustered expression, he said, “Mr Fu, Miss Su’s condition has suddenly worsened. The doctor said that if she can’t undergo a kidney transplant tonight, she won’t be able to live until tomorrow morning…”

Before he could finish speaking, Fu Beiting shouted, “No, nothing can happen to either of them.”

The assistant was terrified and glanced at the nurse.

The two of them stood in front of the furious Fu Beiting. Neither of them dared to speak as they awaited his decision. .

Moments later, Fu Beiting calmed down from his fury. His handsome face was extremely dark as he took the notice of critical illness from the nurse and signed his name heavily.

“Give Qin Xiangwan’s kidney to Xinyue.”

His flamboyant handwriting penetrated the paper, yet the hand holding the pen trembled.

At this moment, Fu Beiting’s heart was in a complete mess. It was as if something had been dug out from the bottom of his heart, but he told himself that he had to stay calm.

He could not afford to lose Xinyue. Even if Qin Xiangwan lost her life, she owed it to him and Xinyue anyway.

In the operating room.

The nurse handed the signed notice to the doctor and shook her head with regret.

The doctor frowned. He hadn’t expected this pregnant woman’s husband to sign off on giving up her life. He looked up and motioned for everyone to prepare for surgery.

Qin Xiangwan lied quietly on the operating table. Her face was as pale as a sheet and her breathing became weaker and weaker.

Her tears had dried up.

She had given him everything, and there was nothing left for him to take.

Her hand that was placed by the operating table finally slid down heavily.