Fu Yanshen woke up to find himself in a hospital.
Hospital?
His last memory was of collapsing outside Chenxi's villa in a torrential downpour.
Fu Qingtian couldn't possibly care whether he lived or died!
It must have been Chenxi then—
Fu Yanshen's eyes instantly reddened, and his nose tingled with sourness; his heart, which had sunk into an ice pit before he fainted, sparked back to life once again.
The look in Chenxi's eyes then was colder and more hateful than even during their most strained period four years ago when they tortured each other over his alleged "infidelity during marriage."
He was truly scared!
Chenxi detested him!
She would never forgive him again!
He hadn't made a wrong bet; his girl, even after four years, still couldn't bring herself to be ruthless to him.
Chenxi still cared about him deeply.
As long as there was a slight softness for him in Chenxi's heart, he had a chance.