Mr. Huo, my wife is offering 1000 billion for divorce!

Liang Zixuan's eyes dimmed instantly after hearing Zhen Yan's heartless words.

He stared at Zhen Yan in a daze, as if he couldn't believe that she, who was once so gentle and lovely, would say such cruel words.

"Yanyan, I know I was wrong, please don't be so heartless." Liang Zixuan's voice trembled, with endless pain and regret.

Zhen Yan turned away and didn't want to look at him anymore.

Her heart was extremely determined at this moment. She would not repeat the same mistakes and would not let herself fall into the pain she had experienced before.

"Liang Zixuan, go away and don't come to me again." Zhen Yan's tone was cold, without a trace of warmth.

Liang Zixuan did not move, his eyes fixed on Zhen Yan, as if he wanted to engrave her in his heart.

"Yanyan, I won't leave. I will use my actions to prove my love for you."

Zhen Yan sneered, "Your love? Your love is too cheap. You gave up on me so easily back then, and now you say you love me again. Don't you think it's ridiculous?"

Liang Zixuan's face turned even paler. He knew that his previous actions had deeply hurt Zhen Yan, but he didn't want to give up just like that.

"Yanyan, I know I was wrong. Give me a chance and let me make it up to you."

Zhen Yan shook her head. "It's impossible, Liang Zixuan. We can't go back."

When he chose to give up, they would have no future.

Although she still has feelings for him, she will never make the same mistake again.

Seeing Zhen Yan turning around and preparing to leave the dressing room, Liang Zixuan quickly grabbed her hand and said, "Yan Yan, don't go."

Zhen Yan shook his hand away, "Liang Zixuan, stop bothering me."

Her face was full of impatience, as if she wished he would disappear from her sight immediately.

Liang Zixuan felt a sharp pain in his chest and his body was shaking, as if he would collapse at any time.

Zhen Yan didn't look at him again and walked past him and left the dressing room.

After returning to the hotel and taking a shower, Zhen Yan finally calmed down and opened her phone to order takeout.

Just as I ordered the takeout, my phone rang.

Zhen Yan thought it was a call from the takeaway vendor and swiped to answer it.

"Excuse me, are you Miss Zhen Yan?"

Zhen Yan was stunned for a moment, and frowned subconsciously, "How do you know my name?"

"Hello, Miss Zhen. I'm from the First Hospital. Do you know Mr. Liang Zixuan? He just fainted on the road due to stomach pain and was sent to the hospital. We only found your contact information on his phone. Can you come over?"

Zhen Yan's heart skipped a beat and the hand holding the phone tightened unconsciously.

Countless thoughts flashed through her mind in an instant, and for a moment, she wanted to hang up the phone and pretend nothing had happened.

But in the end, the trace of pity in my heart prevailed.

She took a deep breath and tried to keep her voice calm: "Okay, I'll be there right away."

After hanging up the phone, Zhen Yan quickly changed her clothes, packed up briefly, and hurried out.

Along the way, her mood was extremely complicated.

She kept telling herself that she was only going to see Liang Zixuan out of humanitarianism, not because she still cared about him.

When Zhen Yan rushed to the hospital, she quickly found Liang Zixuan's ward.

When she opened the door and saw Liang Zixuan's pale face and closed eyes, her heart couldn't help but wrench.

The doctor saw Zhen Yan, walked over and said to her: "The patient has a stomachache caused by long-term irregular diet and overwork. He is no longer in danger of life, but needs to be taken care of."