Chapter 430: My Weakness Is You
Wen Nuan stayed in the hospital room with Ye Feimo while Cheng Anya and Ye Sanshao went to handle the paperwork. Cheng Anya was absent-minded the whole way. Ye Feimo’s stomach cancer was not a small matter, and it was the only thing that had ever truly scared her.
Some things are beyond human control.
Cheng Anya was distracted and uneasy. Ye Sanshao just held his wife’s hand tightly. "Feimo will be fine."
"Did Bai Ye tell you that Feimo’s condition wasn’t good?" Cheng Anya suddenly asked. Ye Sanshao had been too calm, and for a moment, she hadn’t given it much thought. It seemed like he had already expected this to happen.
"Yes. Last year, Bai Ye got Feimo’s report from Jiaming. He called me later and told me that the chances of Feimo getting stomach cancer were very high," Ye Sanshao said without hiding anything. "Bai Ye said that in the worst-case scenario, he would have four or five years. I didn’t expect it to happen so soon."
"Why didn’t you tell me?"
"What good would that do? You couldn’t do anything about it. I did all the preventative measures I could. The medicine Feimo usually takes was prepared by Bai Ye. We didn’t want the situation to get worse," Ye Sanshao said. He cared about Ye Feimo just as much as Cheng Anya did.
Cheng Anya leaned against the wall weakly and asked softly, "Does Bai Ye have a solution?"
"After Jiaming gives Feimo a detailed report, we’ll let Bai Ye and Su Man take a look. If they can’t do anything, then..." Ye Sanshao trailed off, and Cheng Anya’s body went cold.
She sighed. "I’m terrified just looking at Wen Nuan right now."
"Anya..."
"She’s definitely going to divorce Feimo. I don’t know if Feimo can handle that blow. If it weren’t for the stomach cancer, there might have been a chance. But now..." Cheng Anya’s eyes were a little red. "My heart aches for Feimo."
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Ye Feimo woke up near dusk.
He felt a little out of it. He hated the color white. He didn’t know where he was until he saw the IV drip and remembered that he had fainted from a stomach ache. He guessed he was in the hospital.
He had been feeling a little uncomfortable in his stomach recently, with occasional sharp pains, but he hadn’t paid attention. He was busy with work, and Wen Nuan wasn’t with him, so he had been a little careless. He hadn’t expected to fall ill.
The setting sun felt comfortable. Ye Feimo turned his head and saw Wen Nuan staring at him. He thought to himself, *This is bad*. He had told Zhang Ling not to tell Wen Nuan, so how was she here?
Wen Nuan was also a little dazed when she saw him wake up.
"Feimo..." she murmured. Ye Feimo saw the sadness in her expression and his heart ached. He held her hand and put it to his lips. Her hand was as cold as ice. "I’m fine..."
When Wen Nuan heard him say that, she felt even worse.
He had stomach cancer. How could he be fine? So many people die from stomach cancer every year. How could he be fine?
She held back the tears that were threatening to fall and held his hand tightly. Ye Feimo felt very weak, but he didn’t want to lie down. He rarely ever felt this vulnerable. Wen Nuan adjusted the bed so he could sit up.
He was a little hungry. Cheng Anya had already made some porridge and heated it up. Wen Nuan poured the porridge into a bowl and fed him, one spoonful at a time.
Ye Feimo looked at her fair face, and his heart melted like hot chocolate. It felt so sweet. Wen Nuan was taking care of him, so carefully and so gently. She was unusually obedient. Although she looked troubled and sad, she was still gentle with him.
"This porridge tastes bad," Ye Feimo said honestly. The porridge was his favorite: ginger and shredded chicken. But it wasn’t made well. However, because Wen Nuan was feeding it to him, it tasted delicious.
"Mom made it," Wen Nuan said with a smile. Ye Feimo understood. No wonder. He knew that Wen Nuan’s porridge tasted good. It was impossible for her to have suddenly lost her touch. It turned out his mom made it.
Neither of them said anything. Wen Nuan kept her head down. Ye Feimo sensed something was wrong. He frowned and asked, "Are you worried about something?"
Wen Nuan shook her head. She put the bowl down and asked if he wanted to eat anymore. Ye Feimo shook his head. Wen Nuan put the bowl to the side. Ye Feimo pulled her hand so she would sit on the bed. Wen Nuan looked at their intertwined hands and didn’t say anything.
She was so quiet. Ye Feimo felt it was strange. He asked, "Why aren’t you saying anything?"
"What do you want me to say?"
Ye Feimo said, "Anything."
As long as she talked to him, anything was fine. "We haven’t had a good talk since we came back from Athens."
The mention of Athens made Wen Nuan’s heart feel even more bitter. Then she thought about how he was not taking care of himself, and she felt sad and angry. "Why don’t you eat properly? Why don’t you sleep properly? Anning won’t collapse without you. Why did you have to end up in the hospital? Ye Feimo, you’re always like this. How can I possibly..."
*How can I possibly leave you?*
Her eyes were a little red. Ye Feimo raised his eyebrows, looking at Wen Nuan with a hint of surprise. Was Wen Nuan worried about him?
"Wen Nuan..."
"Don’t call me that. I hate you so much." Wen Nuan had so much to say but couldn’t. She let go of his hand angrily. Ye Feimo grabbed her hand again. Wen Nuan was afraid of pulling out his IV, so she didn’t struggle too hard. Ye Feimo held her hand like a precious treasure, feeling very happy.
"Then will you come back and take care of me? The takeout food is so bad," Ye Feimo said, making a very demanding request. "Without you, my appetite is bad. Will you come back?"
"Stop being a rascal," Wen Nuan said, annoyed. He was really digging at her weakness. He knew she couldn’t leave him, but he was still saying such pitiful things. "How did you manage when you didn’t know me? I didn’t see you like this. Why are you being so delicate now?"
Ye Feimo said confidently, "Wen Nuan, you can’t put my appetite on a pedestal and then drop it. It can’t handle it. Its owner can’t either. It’s only delicate now because of you. You have to take responsibility for it."
The more he talked like this, the more Wen Nuan’s heart ached. The thought of his stomach cancer cut her like a knife.
He just had a regular stomach problem, but now it had turned into stomach cancer. Wen Nuan blamed herself. A big part of it was her fault. If they hadn’t been fighting, he wouldn’t have been staying up all night for days on end.
If they hadn’t been fighting, he wouldn’t have been skipping meals. His condition wouldn’t have gotten worse.
She wanted to take responsibility. Could his stomach cancer be transferred to her?
Wen Nuan bit her lip. Ye Feimo saw the pain on her face and sensed that something was wrong. "Wen Nuan, what’s wrong? Is there something wrong with my condition?"