Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks - C.2674: Donā€™t Leave Me, Iā€™ll Die

Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks

C.2674: Donā€™t Leave Me, Iā€™ll Die
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Cheng Fei let go of Ning Shu and worriedly stared at her. ā€œAi Yun, please donā€™t go. I beg you, please donā€™t go. Donā€™t leave me, Iā€™ll die.ā€

Ning Shu patted Cheng Feiā€™s chest. ā€œYou wonā€™t die.ā€

She turned and entered the elevator. In a daze, Cheng Fei watched the elevator door slowly close.

Mother Ai couldnā€™t help but say. ā€œCheng Fei seems to really love you, Ai Yun.ā€

ā€œMom, you shouldnā€™t judge a book by its cover,ā€ Ning Shu said. ā€œIf he really loved me, he wouldnā€™t have hurt me.ā€

ā€œBut, actually, this is something that can be forgiven, isnā€™t it?ā€ Mother Ai said. ā€œItā€™s impossible for spouses to live without any conflict, and he had only done this because he thought it was the best choice.ā€

Ning Shu spread her hands. Some women were so full of maternal love that they liked finding reasons and excuses to forgive anything.

The elevator door opened. Professor Ai walked out of the elevator without saying a word, carrying Ning Shuā€™s suitcase.

Meanwhile, Cheng Fei was standing at the elevator door. He was out of breath. Sweat had plastered his hair to his forehead.

Cheng Fei had run down the stairs. He was panting as he begged Ning Shu, ā€œAi Yun, please donā€™t leave.ā€

Ning Shu: ā€¦

ā€œWe should both take some time to calm down.ā€ Ning Shu walked out of the elevator and passed Cheng Fei.

Cheng Fei turned around and stared at Ning Shu. ā€œI wonā€™t divorce you. Not even if I die.ā€

It didnā€™t matter.

Ning Shu got into the car, and Professor Ai drove them away.

From the rearview mirror, Ning Shu saw Cheng Feiā€™s receding figure standing there motionless, staring at their car.

His figure only disappeared when the car turned a corner and left the complex.

ā€œDad, why did you agree to let me divorce Cheng Fei?ā€ Ning Shu asked Professor Ai, who was driving.

ā€œAre you really sick?ā€ Professor Ai said.

ā€œNo. Iā€™m definitely not sick,ā€ Ning Shu said firmly.

ā€œA drunk person would also say that theyā€™re not drunk.ā€

ā€œItā€™s different. A drunk person is intoxicated, but my mind is very clear now. I know that I am not sick,ā€ Ning Shu raised her hand and said.

ā€œOur family doesnā€™t seem to have a history of mental illness, either,ā€ Professor Ai continued. ā€œAlthough the hospitalā€™s papers seemed legitimate, I still donā€™t completely believe them.

ā€œBesides, I canā€™t accept that he sewed something into your body. Heā€™s a doctor; he should be clear on what happens if a foreign object like that enters your body. You wouldā€™ve felt pain when itā€™s cold, windy, or raining, and you wouldā€™ve had to endure it for a lifetime.ā€

Ning Shu smiled. ā€œThank you, Dad.ā€

Ning Shu felt much more comfortable in the Ai familyā€™s home.

ā€œWhat are you going to do from now on?ā€ Mother Ai asked.

Ning Shu thought for a while and said, ā€œWeā€™ll see. Maybe weā€™ll get divorced.ā€

ā€œItā€™s hard enough for a woman to meet such a good man in her life. What Cheng Fei did this time is too much, but itā€™s also only because he was worried about you.ā€

Ning Shu looked at Mother Ai. ā€œShould I compromise on everything just because of love?

ā€œItā€™s not like I lack love, let alone the kind of love Cheng Fei offers.ā€ Ning Shu turned around. ā€œDo you think I look like a psychotic, paranoid person right now?ā€

Helplessly, Mother Ai said, ā€œAi Yun, Iā€™m not forcing you to be with Cheng Fei. Iā€™m just asking you to consider it carefully. No one is perfect; itā€™s impossible for someone not to make mistakes.ā€

Ning Shu spread her hands and said, ā€œYeah, exactly. No one is perfect, but Cheng Fei is too perfect.ā€

Mother Ai angrily glared at Ning Shu. ā€œYouā€™ll cause trouble when people treat you well, and even more trouble if they donā€™t. Itā€™s impossible to satisfy you, isnā€™t it?ā€

Ning Shu: ā€¦

MTL Editor: Ran

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