Chapter 6

"Mr. Lei, this report's been here for months. I found it while sorting the documents today."

My heart jolted at the familiar envelope.

Lei Wanjun opened it there and then.

The ward stayed utterly silent for a full minute.

He stared at the report and read every word three times.

Then raised his head.

His voice was dry.

"What does this mean?"

No one dared answer.

I looked out the window.

Cui studied his shoes.

Even the newborn had stopped crying.

"When was this collected?"

Guilt stirred inside me.

My face showed nothing.

"The day you asked for a divorce."

"Did you read it?"

I shut my eyes to my conscience and shook my head.

"No."

"You suddenly demanded a divorce. All I could think about was what I'd do. I wasn't in any state to read your medical report."

"Afterward, I handed it straight over to Cui."

His gaze stayed on my face for a few seconds.

Cui spoke immediately.

"Mr. Lei, Ms. Shu gave me the envelope after the paperwork. You told me to put it away."

"Then the wedding and prenatal appointments kept us busy. I forgot all about it."

Bai Qingqian screamed from the bed.

"She's lying!"

"She must have read it ages ago! She was just waiting to laugh at us!"

"Wanjun, don't believe her!"

Slowly, he turned.

"If I don't believe her, am I supposed to believe you?"

Her lips moved.

Not a word came out.

He took the report and left.

For the first time, his retreating back looked old.

I followed him to the stairwell.

He sat on a step.

Even the gold chain around his neck had lost its swagger.

"Shu Wan. With this condition… is there no hope at all?"

I nodded.

He covered his face with both hands.

For a long time, he made no sound.

The Lei family had had only one male heir in each generation.

His parents had died early.

As soon as he earned his first money, he'd returned to the village to repair the ancestral hall.

Every year, he stood in the front row at the ancestral rites.

He'd worked half his life.

Bought houses and land.

What he'd wanted most was a child of his own to inherit it.

Now money, the company, his reputation—none of it could comfort him.

I didn't feel good either.

He'd wronged me by cheating.

But in those three years, he'd truly ended the days when I couldn't afford meat with my noodles.

Every year, he'd accompanied me on the anniversary of my mother's death.

When I had nightmares, he'd turn on the light and stay awake until morning.

Feelings were hard to calculate.

Money wasn't.

After thinking for a while, I took out my phone.

"I'll return half the eight million eight hundred and eighty-eight thousand."

He looked up, bewildered.

"Why only half?"

"The other half is my comfort fee."

He stared for a few seconds.

Then actually laughed.

Afterward, tears came too.

"Don't return it."

"You were with me for three years. You never wronged me once."

"I threw you out for a fraud. I owe you this money."

I put my phone away.

I respected his decision.

After a while, he said quietly, "I don't want to run the company anymore."

"You put half your life into it."

"Now even looking at the office building annoys me."

"What's the point of making so much money?"

He crumpled the report.

"I want to travel."

"I spent all those years making money. I've barely visited any islands."

I meant to encourage him to pull himself together.

Then I reconsidered.

Handing the company to professional managers while roaming the world was one form of rich-person healing.

I asked only the practical question.

"Who gets the company?"

He looked at me.

"The CEO handles the business."

"But there are some accounts I only trust you with."

A month later, Lei Wanjun flew to Europe.

Before leaving, he did three things.

First, he sued to recover the house, car, and valuable assets he'd given Bai Qingqian.

Second, he dissolved the fund prepared for the baby and moved the money back to his personal account.

Third, he had a lawyer send me a share-gift agreement.

He wanted to give me three percent of Lei Group.

I held the agreement.

I didn't rush to sign.

Three percent didn't sound like much.

But based on the group's profits over recent years, even an ordinary year would bring millions in dividends.

A good year could bring more.

I called him.

"Has the shock got to you?"

Wind roared at his end.

He was on a boat.

"I'm perfectly clearheaded."

"The CEO handles the business. You oversee finance and audit for me."

"The shares are yours. Keep the dividends. Your authority and responsibilities will be written clearly."

"If they try to pull anything over on me, tell me immediately."

"You trust me that much?"