He Married Me to Save Her

Chapter 9

Taking in her deathly pale face, his voice held unusual softness: "You should've stayed at the hospital. What were you thinking, rushing back here?"

Shen Qing'an looked up, her eyes sharp with undisguised scorn as a bitter smile curled her lips. "Oh, did I crash your cozy little lovefest?"

Gu Mochuan's expression twitched with unease before he looked away. "Qingyue's health is delicate—she needs round-the-clock care. This is the most practical arrangement."

After a heavy pause, he continued, "I've sent more teams to top international hospitals to find a compatible donor. Just rest at home. Don't go out these days."

Qing'an cut him off, her words laced with venom. "How big of you. I suppose I should be grateful you're not bleeding me dry."

Weariness crept into his voice as he studied her defensive posture. "Qing'an, this hostility serves no purpose. Everything I do is to save Qingyue."

Her blood boiled, but she kept her face a mask of ice. "If she weren't my sister—my own twin—you think I'd stop at sarcasm? I'd have torn you apart by now." Her fingers dug into the sheets. "Save your breath. I know my damn limits. Need my blood? Take it. I won't refuse."

His shoulders sagged in relief. "That's... good to hear." He hesitated, then tacked on, "Go see her. She needs you."

"Yeah, whatever," Shen Qing'an muttered, masking her irritation with practiced ease.

Late that night, she slipped into the kitchen for water when hushed voices caught her attention.

"Sister Wang, is Mr. Gu really marrying Miss Qingyue tomorrow?" The younger maid's voice dripped with curiosity. "They say it'll be huge—a boatload of VIPs! But what about Mrs. Gu? She doesn't know, does she?"

"Mind your own business," Sister Wang hissed. "We just follow orders. Everything prepped for tomorrow? No screw-ups allowed."

"All set and ready to go..."

The voices faded as Shen Qing'an stood frozen. Tch. So that's why he'd been acting so nice—he didn't want any drama before his precious wedding.

Her fingers clenched around the glass until her knuckles turned white. Even her numb heart ached now, like someone was throwing stones into her chest.

The whole damn time they'd been married—no photos, no celebrations, not so much as a lousy "I love you." That awful day at the registry office flashed through her mind—how he'd wrinkled his nose at her red nightgown. "I don't like this color."

And now? Before their ink was even dry on the divorce papers, he couldn't wait to tie the knot with another woman.

A bitter smile twisted her lips. Perfect. While they're busy with their fancy wedding spectacle tomorrow, she'd finally make her great escape.

The next morning, Shen Qing'an found most of the villa's staff were gone, with the remaining few busy rushing around.

She slipped into the first-floor storage room unnoticed and lit a match, setting fire to a cardboard box. Flames shot up quickly, thick smoke seeping under the door. The fire alarm blared through the villa, and in the chaos, she dashed out the front gate, flagging down a taxi to the address from the email.

A man in a black suit stood waiting. Spotting her, he stepped forward. "Miss Shen? I'm here to take you."

She nodded, her tense shoulders finally relaxing. "That's me."

With a polite gesture, he said, "The private jet is waiting at a nearby airport—ready to depart. Should we leave now?"

But Shen Qing'an shook her head. "Wait. Could we stop by the civil registry office first?"

The man paused, then nodded. "Of course."

The divorce had been finalized days ago—she just hadn’t been able to collect the papers. When she finally held the certificate in her hands, it was as if a weight had been lifted off her chest. She exhaled, feeling lighter than she had in years.

Tucking one copy into an envelope, she arranged for a courier to deliver it straight to the Gu estate. Before boarding, she recorded a "congratulatory" video, sending it to a lawyer friend with strict instructions: *Play this during Gu Mochuan’s wedding.*

Finally, she called the police, telling them everything she’d kept bottled up.

Only then did she turn to her escort, her voice calm but satisfied. "Let’s go."

As the jet climbed into the clouds, she gazed out the window, her eyes clear and bright, like the sky outside.

From this day forward, Shen Qing'an would live for no one but herself.