My life is ending, and my aloof CEO wife is taking revenge on me.

Chapter 6: Work hard, and maybe that 20,000 will arrive soon.

I finally couldn't hold back and looked Yu Chengliang in the eye.

Because of his arrogance.

Even Xiao Chen, who is new to the industry, knows that for an internet celebrity who becomes popular online based on his looks to win an award for his first drama, and it's not just any small award, but something like a rain of red flowers falling from the sky, or having such powerful backing that it would make everyone in the film and television industry furious.

I don't need to guess to know that the reason he was able to say that was because Song Yafei must have given him something beforehand.

To instantly elevate such an internet celebrity into a top-tier superstar.

I don't even dare to imagine the amount of money that would be spent.

And for the sake of two million, I watched helplessly as I became a bargaining chip in their agreement.

My throat is starting to itch again.

My stomach is cramping terribly.

I just remembered that because I've been worried about the money, I haven't taken my medication since yesterday.

I haven't had a proper, good meal in ages.

My body is severely overdrawn.

Yu Chengliang probably figured it out, and a smile appeared on his lips. He probably thought of another way to torture me.

"In that case, managers and colleagues, you should organize the work you've done these past few days and let Brother Zhang show off his skills. Let him demonstrate what a true industry madman is all about."

The years when I was known as a homework-obsessed person were also the years when I was dating Song Yafei.

I am an orphan who has nothing.

Song Yafei is a beautiful, rich, and successful woman admired by everyone.

To be with her, I need to do more than just keep her company and please her.

During that period, I was like a spinning top, always ready to respond to any call.

Yu Chengliang's colleague left.

Yu Chengliang then patted my cheek and said, "Work hard, and maybe the two million will arrive sooner."

I didn't have time to dwell on his attitude, nor did I have the time or energy to deal with all these complicated issues.

Every second I waste on this is taking Sasha's life away.

I was left alone in the empty office.

More than twenty computers were neatly arranged.

Stacks of documents lay at hand.

I was dazzled by what I saw.

I can't remember the last time I've encountered these things.

The operating models of the entire industry need to be re-examined.

I need an adjustment period.

Song Yafei and the other woman pressured me to finish everything in just one day.

I ignored the cramping pain in my body time and time again.

Finally, at 1 a.m., a protest was issued.

I typed and typed on my computer, trying to see the RGB color ratios of each image above.

I felt dizzy and slammed my head on the table.

When I woke up again, it was already bright outside the window.

There was a lot of noise outside the office.

My heart skipped a beat. I pretended to gather all the work I had finished yesterday and found that there were still a lot of files that I hadn't opened.

Yu Chengliang pushed the door open and entered at that moment.

The moment the door opened, I stopped breathing.

Fear.

Unfamiliar words.

I never felt this way when I learned I had stomach cancer and that my life was about to end.

Even when arguing with Song Yafei about borrowing money from her to save his life, it wasn't time to despair yet.

Now, however, I am completely plunged into despair and fear.

The way the files are arranged on the desk and the way the computer is open and closed clearly prove everything.

Yu Chengliang was too lazy to even bother with pleasantries: "Brother Zhang, it's not that I didn't give you a chance, it's just that you..."

My body swayed precariously: "Yu..."

Yu Chengliang looked up at me.

I had no choice but to back down: "Mr. Yu."

Yu Chengliang was satisfied: "What a pity. I was thinking that if Brother Zhang could really help me complete these tasks, I could ask Sister Yafei for help."

He was filled with regret.

But I heard a lot of malice in this regret.

"you do this delibrately?"

Even the most workaholic can't do the work of twenty people for several days in one day.

I knew this all along, but I had no choice but to comply.

I'm just asking for an opportunity.

Yu Chengliang, however, broke it himself.

"So, Brother Zhang, are you going back?"

I looked up at the mountain of documents and said, "Please give me another chance, Mr. Yu."

"Then I'll give you another chance, but you'd better do your best!" Yu Chengliang snorted and turned to leave.

I let out a long sigh, casually took a sip of the water Xiao Chen had secretly brought in, took a bite of the steamed bun he had stuffed into my hand, and continued to bury myself in organizing the unfinished tasks in the documents.

The phone remained silent.

Stomach problems affect all the senses.

When the pain reaches its extreme, the body will begin to protect itself.

I can't guess when I'll go into shock again.

Or perhaps the next shock will be a permanent sleep.

In the end, I couldn't resist and asked Xiao Chen to bring me some regular stomach medicine to tide me over.

Unfortunately, from morning to evening, and from evening to the early hours of the next day, I still didn't receive any notification of the money arriving on my phone.

The combined physical and mental stress made my emotions even more unstable.

When it was time to go to work, I had no choice but to go to Yu Chengliang.

People at his studio told me he was away on a business trip.

"Brother Liang, he went on a business trip with President Song yesterday morning."

"They say it's a business trip, but everyone knows what they're really going there to do."

"Mr. Zhang, don't you know?"

"How pitiful. His wife is traveling with her lover, leaving him, the legal wife, to run errands for the mistress."

The harsh words chilled me to the bone.

I ran to the bathroom, feeling like I wanted to vomit my insides out.

In the sink, water and blood mixed together, forming a glaring red color.

I act as if I can't see it.

My mind is filled with images of a thin, pale little girl covered in tubes.

I stared at my blurry face in the mirror with bloodshot eyes.

It's like I don't recognize myself anymore.

I have made many promises, and I have broken many promises.

I guess I'll have to break my promise again this time.

It still came at the cost of a human life.

Is this karma?

After composing myself at Yu Chengliang's studio, I was thinking of asking Lin Qiuran where Song Yafei and Yu Chengliang had gone on their "business trip".

I have to go there myself this time.

Even if you're cowardly.

Even fear is better than this hopeless wait, placing all hope in their last vestiges of conscience.

By the way, I'd also like to borrow some money from Lin Qiuran.

Because after going through my entire contact list, apart from classmates I hadn't contacted in a long time and orphans from the orphanage, there was only one person, Lin Qiuran, with whom I could exchange a few words.