Pregnant woman carrying twins dies at 9 months, doctor pries open her mouth and sits down on the floor in fright

It's too late...

Diagnosed with terminal brain cancer, with only one month left, she no longer wanted to put up a futile struggle.

Walking out of the law firm, Yan Shuya took out her phone, opened WeChat, and dialed the name so familiar she could not be more familiar with it, yet her fingertip paused on the keyboard for a long time before she pressed the voice key.

Taking a deep breath, she asked in the gentlest voice: "Chenyang, can you come back tonight and keep me company?"

The voice message was sent successfully, yet for a long, long time there was no reply at all.

Even so, Yan Shuya still drove to the vegetable market near the neighborhood and clumsily began picking out all kinds of vegetables and meat products.

The noise and filth of the vegetable market were things she was not used to, but she forced herself to get used to them. Once, she was the eldest daughter of the Yan family whom everyone envied, but now, she was merely Han Chenyang's wife.

She wanted to do one last thing for him.

Although...

He might not need it at all, and might even loathe it, hating her very existence.

"Ding!"

The phone vibrated once. Yan Shuya, who had just put the groceries into the car, could not wait to open her phone, and when she saw that Han Chenyang had replied to her with a voice message, she actually smiled like a child who had been given candy.

But when she pressed play on the voice message, it was his usual coldness and indifference, with a trace of mocking ridicule: "After not seeing you for a month, Mrs. Han is still as shameless as ever, huh?"

Just as expected...

He still hated her.

But it did not matter. Since he had not said he had plans, then even if he was mocking and taunting her, he would definitely come back for dinner tonight.

Thinking this, Yan Shuya drove home without stopping, and then carefully prepared all kinds of dishes.

Three hours later, just as Yan Shuya placed the last bowl of soup on the table, she heard the sound of the door lock turning. She turned around in delight, and indeed saw Han Chenyang appear in the living room.

Only, unlike her, Han Chenyang's face wore his usual coldness and sharpness.

"Chenyang, you're back?" Yan Shuya walked up to Han Chenyang with a smile, wanting to reach out and take his briefcase.

But Han Chenyang stepped back in disgust and tossed the briefcase onto the sofa.

He could not understand how this woman was like a sticky plaster; no matter how he mocked her or ridiculed her, she always acted as if nothing had happened.

"Chenyang, shall we eat?"

Hiding behind her back her fingers, which were tightly twisted together and turned white from the force, Yan Shuya suppressed the grief in her heart and walked to the dining table first.

"You really are never going to stop, are you?"

Han Chenyang also strode to the dining table, but his handsome face looked so cold and without warmth under the living room's crystal chandelier.

He lowered his head and glanced over the exquisite dishes on the table, raised an eyebrow, and suddenly laughed mockingly: "If Yan Henian knew that the daughter he doted on his whole life has now become this cheap, I wonder if he would jump out of his coffin?"

Five years. From the moment she became Mrs. Han, Han Chenyang had always been this bone-chillingly cold to her. She thought she could get used to it, could adapt to it, but in fact...

She still hurt. It still pained her.

"Chenyang, Father is already dead. Can we not..."

"That was what he deserved!!"

Han Chenyang's voice suddenly rose, his handsome face tensed to the extreme: "From the methods he used back then to force me to marry you, it is clear what kind of person he was, someone used to despicable means. Who knows how many other unconscionable things he did!!"

Thinking this, he suddenly sneered coldly. He grabbed the tablecloth on the dining table and yanked it off with one pull. "Crash clatter!" All those dishes that had taken so long to cook were now smashed on the floor together with their plates.

But Han Chenyang did not care at all. He grabbed Yan Shuya's slender wrist and violently flung her onto the dining table.

Looking down from above at the woman who always let herself be manipulated by him, Han Chenyang ripped off the dress on her body with one pull.

"However, since Mrs. Han begs me to keep her company for a night, I am rather willing to let Yan Henian see with his own eyes just how wretched his daughter has become!"

As soon as the words fell, he turned Yan Shuya's body around and entered her from behind without any foreplay at all, and from Yan Shuya's angle, as soon as she raised her head, she could see her father's portrait placed in the living room.

In the living room lit bright as day, Yan Shuya's upper body was pressed against the cold dining table, one leg was forcibly lifted backward, and both hands were pinned behind her back.

Every joint in her body screamed in pain from this twisted posture, yet she did not struggle at all, not even a choked sob of discomfort.

No matter when, she was always used to enduring him with her own pain.

"So dry down there. I wonder who Mrs. Han is pretending to be chaste for?"

But he, no matter when, was always used to hurting her without restraint.

Yan Shuya bit down hard on her lower lip, her face white as paper. Looking at her father's portrait placed not far away, she suddenly smiled, then abruptly turned around. Taking advantage of the moment Han Chenyang was stunned, she reached out both hands, wrapped them around his neck, and kissed his lips.

When Yan Shuya released his lips and lowered her head to lick and tease the sensitive spots on his chest, Han Chenyang snorted with a laugh: "Mrs. Han's technique in serving people is first-rate too."

A swelling, aching pain clamored in his lower abdomen. He suddenly reached out and grabbed her hair, forcibly separating her from his body, and while flinging her thin body onto the dining table like trash, he once again gripped himself and entered her body.

"Moan."

Han Chenyang rammed into her body again and again, commanding and demanding without emotion: "Don't be like a dead person. I have no interest in necrophilia."

"Chenyang..."

"Han Chenyang..."

Yan Shuya, lying on the dining table, turned away from her father's portrait. Her voice was a little hoarse, yet still warm and happy: "I love you. I really do love you so much..."

Love?

It was because of her love that he had lost his freedom, lost the life he wanted to live!

It was because of her love that he was forever trapped in pain and could never get out!

What a ridiculous joke this was!!

Han Chenyang pulled out from below and reached out to turn Yan Shuya, who had been lying on the dining table, over. Under the light of the crystal chandelier, the ribs on her chest stood out one by one, and her bloodless face was so white it was almost transparent.

When had this woman grown so thin, looking less and less like a person and more and more like a ghost?

He felt a little uneasy inside, but it was quickly buried by hatred!!

Compared with Han Chenyang's fierce gaze, Yan Shuya, upon seeing his handsome face, carried a trace of madness. She reached out to touch his face; her icy fingers, her trembling fingertips, brushed one by one over his deep eyes, his tall nose bridge, his lips as light as water.

"Chenyang, have you ever loved me? Even just a little..."

Her voice was so soft, as if carrying countless pleas. She thought, even if he just lied to her, that would be fine, because she was about to die!

This version of Yan Shuya made Han Chenyang lose focus for a brief moment, but very quickly, he came back to his senses. This woman with such a vicious heart only knew how to pretend to be pitiful!

With a mocking curl of his lips, his cold eyes were gloomy and without a trace of warmth: "What does Mrs. Han want me to say?"

"Say you love me."

Married for five years, this was the first time Yan Shuya had made a demand of Han Chenyang. At this moment, with the last strength of a moth diving into the flame, she grabbed the man's arms, and because she used too much force, the nails of her ten fingers sank deep into Han Chenyang's flesh.

Han Chenyang frowned in pain and quickened his movements below, thrusting in and out madly, making Yan Shuya's thin body toss and jolt in disarray.

Who knew how much time passed. Just when Yan Shuya felt she was about to enter heaven, Han Chenyang's voice once again sent her into hell.

He tilted his head back slightly, his Adam's apple rolling with a tremble, and at the moment of release, he called out the name belonging to another woman: "Xiaowan..."

Instantly, her body turned bone-chillingly cold. Yan Shuya closed her eyes, holding back the tears that were about to burst out.

That woman again...

That Sun Xiaowan again!!

The quiet living room, the cold temperature, was so oppressive it suffocated people.

Suddenly a ringtone full of ambiguous lyrics sounded. Yan Shuya, who had originally had her eyes closed, instantly opened them. Somehow finding the strength, she rushed in front of Han Chenyang, who was already fully dressed, wanting to try to snatch his phone.

"Chenyang, please don't answer it, don't answer..."

Today, she had begged him to come back and keep her company. She did not want to be disturbed by anyone, especially Sun Xiaowan!

Han Chenyang grabbed her flailing hands and impatiently flung her to one side. The force was too great, and Yan Shuya directly hit the corner of the dining table.

With a "bang--!" Yan Shuya fell onto the smooth marble floor. The skin on her forehead was scraped, blood flowed from her nasal cavity, and her vision went dark again. The cranial nerves compressed by the tumor, because of the external stimulation, throbbed and jumped in her head with a pain like flesh being cut.

"Ugh--!!"

The pain made Yan Shuya instantly nauseous. She lay on the ground, opened her mouth, and desperately dry-heaved.

Han Chenyang crouched beside her, but just when Yan Shuya thought he was finally going to care about her, she felt a pair of large hands forcefully cover her open mouth, and then she heard Han Chenyang answer the phone that had been ringing nonstop.

So, he was afraid that the sound of her vomiting would disturb his phone call with Sun Xiaowan...

Her heart fell to the bottom again. Even a thousand arrows piercing the heart probably could not compare to this.

Yan Shuya lay on the cold marble floor and smiled desolately. At this moment, her heart finally turned to dead ashes.

"Chenyang gege, I'm hungry..."

In the quiet living room, Sun Xiaowan's voice rang out clearly from the other end of the phone. Her voice was very pleasant, carrying the soft, glutinous tone of a southern woman, but to Yan Shuya's ears, it was like a nightmare.

Five years. From the day she and Han Chenyang married, Sun Xiaowan's calls always rang at no particular time, whether they were eating, sleeping, or even making love. That abrupt ringtone always interrupted everything.

And Han Chenyang always answered Sun Xiaowan's calls at the first moment, even now, when she ached all over and lay twitching on the cold marble floor, she still could not stop Han Chenyang from patiently and carefully listening to every word and every sentence of Sun Xiaowan on the other end of the phone.

The tears finally burst out. Even though Yan Shuya had her eyes closed, she still could not stop the scalding tears from sliding across her cold cheeks.

"What do you want to eat? Sushi or claypot rice? I heard a Japanese sushi place opened recently that's not bad."

In stark contrast to the bone-chilling coldness just now, at this moment Han Chenyang's tone was gentle and his voice soft and slow. Under the light, even his sharply defined cheeks seemed to soften.

"As long as you're with me, anything is fine really."

"All right, I'll go to your place right now."

Han Chenyang hung up the phone and got up to leave.

Yan Shuya, whose vision had finally recovered a little brightness, grabbed his sleeve, her fingertips turning white from the force.

"Let go! Don't you know that your pestering only makes me loathe you even more?!"

Han Chenyang shook off the hand hanging on his sleeve, but unexpectedly, that hand once again groped and clenched tightly around his sleeve.

"Chenyang, I'll ask you one more time. Do you really not love me? Not even a tiny bit?"

On the cold marble floor, Yan Shuya struggled to sit up, raised her face, and used her eyes, which could only sense brightness for the time being, to search for his position.

But before she could find him, she felt her chin being gripped tightly, and then Han Chenyang's voice rang out by her ear, colder even than the marble beneath her.

"Yan Shuya, I'll say it one last time. The one I love is Sun Xiaowan, the Sun Xiaowan you once personally tried to kill!!"

Enough, it was really enough.

Actually, she should have known long ago that this would be the answer, shouldn't she?

Following his voice, she turned her face. Though her heart ached so much she could barely breathe, she still smiled gently at him: "Chenyang, let's get a divorce."

Divorce?

When Han Chenyang coldly heard these words, he was stunned for a moment, but very quickly, he laughed too. His cold eyes narrowed slightly, and the fingers pinching her chin pressed harder.

"In your dreams!"

"...Why?"

Yan Shuya did not understand. Had he not said he loved Sun Xiaowan? Had he not said he loathed her? Why, now that she had finally endured the pain and wanted to let go, would he not agree?

Han Chenyang pinched her chin with a force that made him wish he could strangle her, completely ignoring the frown caused by her pain.

"Now you feel pain and want a divorce? When you had Yan Henian force me to marry you back then, why didn't you think of today?! Yan Shuya, let me tell you, this is only the beginning of your suffering. I will make you carry the title of Mrs. Han for the rest of your life! I will make the rest of your life worse than death!!"

Shaking off her chin, Han Chenyang walked to the table, opened his briefcase, and flung a stack of documents along with photos at Yan Shuya.

Yan Shuya, whose eyes could finally make out things vaguely, picked up the photos scattered around her. They were all of her: entering the law firm, sitting in Su Mo's office, and walking out of the law firm...

Lifting her head, her voice trembled a little: "Chenyang, what is this? You hired a private investigator to follow me?"

Could it be that he already knew?

Anxiously scrambling up from the ground, she stumbled and ran in front of Han Chenyang, but before she could steady herself, Han Chenyang mercilessly pushed her away.

"Get lost! Don't come near me!"

"Ah--!"

Yan Shuya was pushed down onto the coffee table again. The shattered tabletop crashed to the floor together with her, and the broken glass pierced into her skin and cut her cheeks.

Han Chenyang had not expected her to shatter the coffee table. He stepped forward wanting to go check, but when he saw her once again struggling to get up and once again pouncing toward him, he stopped his steps again.

This woman is truly shameless, she would even throw her life away, how disgusting!

As his anger surged, Han Chenyang sneered coldly: "If I hadn't hired a private detective, I really wouldn't have thought that Mrs. Han had such a trick up her sleeve... first going to a law firm to transfer assets, then pitifully running to me, pretending to be selfless and divorcing me..."

No, that's not it, it's not like that, no, she didn't...

"Mrs. Han, you're not just shameless, you're so disgusting you make me want to throw up!"

"Bang--!"

The front door was opened and then slammed shut heavily, and the living room finally returned to silence.

Blood stained her clothes red, patch by patch, like roses in full bloom. Yan Shuya stared at the tightly shut door, dazed for quite a while, before she slowly closed her eyes, which had long been overtaken by pain.

She wanted to laugh, because it seemed he didn't know she was about to die.

But in the end, tears streamed down her face, because she could tell that he so desperately wanted to see her dead.

Driving his car down the highway, Han Chenyang rolled the window all the way down, hoping the constant rush of cool wind into the car could extinguish the fire burning in his chest.

That woman Yan Shuya had actually secretly transferred assets behind his back! As expected, the daughter born to Yan Henian was just as shameless as Yan Henian!!

'Han Chenyang, as long as you marry Shuya, I will help you get through your father's company's difficulties.'

'Chenyang gege, save me...'

The past replayed vividly in his mind, and Han Chenyang felt only that the fire burning in his chest blazed even fiercer under the howling cold wind.

Five years ago, his father passed away from illness, and the company's finances suddenly showed a massive deficit. Yan Henian suddenly came to him at that time. To keep his father's lifelong efforts from being destroyed, he agreed to Yan Henian's demands, but he never expected that after his marriage, Yan Henian would actually swallow his father's company into Nian Corporation!!

And Yan Shuya, that woman even more cold-blooded than Yan Henian, had actually sneaked out on the very night of their wedding to find Sun Xiaowan, and personally pushed Sun Xiaowan off a bridge.

If a passing pedestrian hadn't seen it all at the time, he truly could not imagine how heartless Yan Shuya was, pushing Sun Xiaowan off a bridge ten meters high.

By the time he rushed to the hospital, it was already too late. Although Sun Xiaowan had no fatal external injuries, her heart had suffered tremendous damage. Having developed depression, she was like a sensitive child every day, wary of strangers, introverted, afraid of everything new...

No one was more ruthless than the Yan family, especially Yan Shuya, that woman who wouldn't even blink when killing someone!!

A familiar ringtone interrupted Han Chenyang's memories. He pressed the answer button, and Sun Xiaowan's pitiful voice rang out in the car.

"Chenyang gege... why haven't you come yet?"

"I'll be right there, Xiaowan, don't worry."

Facing Sun Xiaowan, Han Chenyang felt self-reproach, guilt, and above all heartache, so he was always gentle, always protective, always giving her everything she wanted.

After hanging up, he went to a specialty shop and carefully picked out sushi for Sun Xiaowan, but when he arrived at the Fujing Mountain villa, he heard Sun Xiaowan's stammering sobs.

"Xiaowan!"

Pushing open the bedroom door, he saw Sun Xiaowan huddled alone under the covers, crying and trembling, while Lin Shuzhen stood to the side at a loss.

"Chenyang, you're finally here."

Seeing Han Chenyang, Lin Shuzhen breathed a sigh of relief: "You have no idea, Xiaowan has been crying this whole time, she won't say anything no matter what I ask, and she's hidden herself under the covers and won't come out to see anyone..."

"I understand, Aunt Lin, leave this to me."

"Chenyang, sorry to trouble you."

"Aunt Lin, this is what I should do."

When Han Chenyang was eight years old, Lin Shuzhen brought Sun Xiaowan and married his father. So many years had passed in a flash, and even without his father as a bond between them, Han Chenyang had long since come to regard Sun Xiaowan and Lin Shuzhen as his closest family.

"Xiaowan, it's me, Chenyang gege."

After Lin Shuzhen went out, Han Chenyang sat down by the bed, raised his hand, and very gently patted the quilt that was curled into a ball on the bed.

"Chenyang gege--!!"

Suddenly, the tightly wrapped quilt was thrown off, and Sun Xiaowan, her eyes red from crying, immediately threw herself into Han Chenyang's arms.

Breathing in the familiar scent of him, Sun Xiaowan began to sob softly again: "Chenyang gege... Chenyang gege..."

"What's wrong?"

Han Chenyang wrapped an arm around her shoulders like he was soothing a child, and chuckled softly: "Weren't you fine just a moment ago? Could it be that you were so eager for sushi that you cried from craving it?"

Sun Xiaowan shook her head desperately, saying nothing, just crying. Han Chenyang coaxed her with extreme patience, and only after about half an hour did Sun Xiaowan stop crying.

Opening the sushi he had bought, Han Chenyang picked out an exquisite ham sushi and fed it into Sun Xiaowan's mouth: "Is it good?"

Sun Xiaowan nodded: "It's good, everything Chenyang gege buys is good."

"It's good, but you can't eat it all the time, understand? Sushi's nutritional value isn't very high, and most of the ingredients in sushi haven't been cooked..."

"Chenyang gege, how do you know that?"

“……”

The fingers Han Chenyang was using to wipe the rice stains from the corner of Sun Xiaowan's lips suddenly froze, and even the smile on his face stiffened, because without realizing it, Yan Shuya's face had actually surfaced in his mind!!

'Chenyang, you can't keep making do with sushi. Most of the ingredients in sushi haven't been cooked, and during preparation it's relatively easy for microbes to exceed standards. Sushi easily contains tiny parasites, and eating too much is very harmful to your health...'

In the past, every time he worked overtime, he would always make do with sushi, and every time, Yan Shuya would appear at his office door carrying exquisite dishes as if she could predict it, although every time he would dump those dishes right in front of her, she still tirelessly delivered food in person all the same.

Why?

Why would he think of that damned woman for no reason at all?!!