Category: The Obsessive Beauty Came to Terms with His Terminal Illness

　　Two days later, Su Qingci was transferred to a regular ward. Annalise arrived again with fresh flowers. Without asking if Su Qingci liked them or not, she grabbed the bouquet of lilies that hadn’t yet wilted and tossed them into the trash can. grinding her teeth as she tossed them. The lilies kissed the trash…

　The nurse knocked softly. “Visiting hours are over!” The ICU wasn’t as oppressive or even eerie as ordinary people imagined. Especially at the renowned Tianyang Private Hospital in the capital—a must-choose destination for dignitaries and the elite. The hospital was lavishly appointed, and the ICU was particularly spacious and bright, with private rooms for each…

Pei Jingchen had to go on a business trip to Japan and couldn’t stay home for the New Year. He’d considered booking Pei Haiyang on a tour group, but the old man, as a true Chinese patriot, felt deeply attached to celebrating the Spring Festival in his homeland. 　　Pei Haiyang retorted, “Besides, my shop’s busiest…

When Su Qingci woke up early, he saw Wu Lü wishing him a Happy New Year on WeChat. Only then did Su Qingci realize today was New Year’s Eve. The New Year signified family reunions—four words that held no meaning for Su Qingci. That’s why he hated the holiday. On this day when every household…

At Kennedy International Airport, Pei Jingchen waited in the VIP lounge. When he received Chen Cancan’s call, he briefly inquired about her recent life, mostly about her studies. Just as he was about to say he was busy and hang up, Chen Cancan suddenly asked, “Did you know Su Qingci is sick?” Pei Jingchen froze.…

By then, he too would be free. One in heaven, one in hell—our paths diverged long ago. Why force what cannot be? Looking back, it was all wrong. Everything was wrong. “Qingci, what’s wrong?” Pei Jingchen grabbed Su Qingci’s wrist, his other hand fumbling for his phone in his pocket. Su Qingci shook off his…

　　As the New Year approached, the capital—the center of political and cultural life—grew desolate and quiet. Passing by Wulin Café, Su Qingci was called over by Wu Lü, who happened to be taking out the trash. He decided to go in for a drink, settling on a steaming hot cocoa. Wu Lü emerged with a…

Two handsome young men approached Zhang Haonan in succession, only to be coldly dismissed by him. 　　His friends knew what troubled him—apparently, several projects he was handling hit snags at the last minute. His father berated him, pointing his finger at Zhang Haonan’s nose and yelling, “What the hell are you doing?” He was scolded…

　　“And now? Am I no longer in your eyes, in your heart?” Su Qingci jolted awake from his sleep, instinctively clutching his throat. It felt soft and empty, devoid of anything. 　　Those were Pei Jingchen’s words back then. How had he returned? It felt like holding a scorching hot branding iron in his mouth—unable to…

On his way home, Su Qingci spotted an old woman selling roasted sweet potatoes. Her back was hunched, her face flushed crimson in the winter night. Su Qingci called out to her and bought all the remaining roasted sweet potatoes. 　　Seeing someone from such an upscale neighborhood carrying such down-to-earth food, the security guard chuckled,…

Wu Lü stood before the full-length mirror in his suit: “Is it a bit too big?” Pei Jingchen replied, “Your frame is too small. Try that one.” Wu Lu changed into it, but it still didn’t fit right. After all, it was Pei Jingchen’s suit, and their builds differed by a size. The reason was…

Mu Yao was Pei Jingchen’s high school classmate. Pei Jingchen couldn’t say whether he liked the guy or not, but he certainly didn’t dislike him. As for Mu Yao? He practically had Pei Jingchen’s face tattooed over his heart for all the world to see! Mu Yao’s background was nothing short of a soap opera.…

Annalise felt utterly betrayed. It was no exaggeration to say her faith had been shattered! What about the promise not to paint portraits? What about the pledge not to take commissions? You can paint and take commissions if you want, but why not take Joseph’s? Isn’t a house in Beijing’s Second Ring Road appealing enough??…

Su Qingci went to the nursing home again. Even the nurse found it surprising—he used to visit less than once a year, but now he’d come twice within a month. Su Qingci couldn’t explain it either—she’d just suddenly felt compelled to come. Could it be that with time running out, the dying longed for their…

　　Su Qingci’s gaze turned cold. The stomachache he’d suppressed surged back with overwhelming force. He pressed his lips tightly together, leaning against the wall, silent. The eldest son of the Zhang family was notorious in their social circle for his debauchery—one day cavorting with this female star, the next sleeping with that young heartthrob, indiscriminate…

　　The violent shaking turned Su Qingci’s face deathly pale, while the suffocating grip at his throat gradually flushed his cheeks crimson. The air grew thin, a tearing pain shot through his chest, and the world spun wildly. Su Baidong roared something even more vicious, but Su Qingci could no longer make out the words. Only…

Wu Lu’s arms ached from carrying the bags: “Cherries from New Zealand, and Japanese Benikoi strawberries.” These were the finest and most expensive imported fruits in his parents’ store. Giving them to Ling Yue’s CEO felt rather meager, but Wu Lu knew Pei Jingchen wouldn’t look down on them. He set the items down, shed…

Su Qingci first checked out of the hotel, then hailed a taxi. When he gave the name of the residential complex, the driver glanced at him through the rearview mirror. Residents there were either wealthy or influential. Having not returned for three years, all the furniture was covered in white cloth. The air was thick…

Pei Jingchen slammed on the brakes. The Koenigsegg lurched forward from inertia, nearly rear-ending the Mercedes ahead. The light turned red. Blurred by the snowy curtain, yet strangely blinding. Su Qingci had thought he couldn’t say it. Those five words felt like razor blades slicing his throat. No need to speak—just rehearsing the words in…

Su Qingci wasn’t ignoring him—he simply hadn’t seen the message. The night he burned the painting, he left Pei Jingchen’s home, hailed a taxi, and checked into a random five-star hotel. When his phone beeped to warn of low battery, Su Qingci ignored it. He collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep almost immediately. He…