My Devilish Husband is Too Overbearing

I Must Save Him

Every time she returned to the hospital, even though she was exhausted, Su Mi would still wear a bright smile, doing everything she could to cheer Zhou Qingyang up.

This fragile yet strong woman, if only Heaven could allow him to live, he would make sure to win her heart and never let her go.

If only he could survive, how wonderful it would be. He couldn’t bear to leave her, nor could he bear to part with Jiabei and Jiabao.

Su Mi finished cutting the apple into slices, skewered each piece with a toothpick, and looked at Zhou Qingyang. Her gaze met his—gentle, like a spring lake in March.

The soft, yellow light from the bedside lamp cast a warm glow over his delicate, slender face, making his features appear even more refined and noble. Even in a hospital gown, his elegant aura was undeniable, as if he were untouched by illness.

Su Mi's heart skipped a beat, and her face flushed slightly.

She blinked, but when she looked again, the warmth had faded from Zhou Qingyang's eyes, leaving behind his usual calm expression.

A little disappointed, Su Mi handed him the apple slices. "Senior, I found a bone marrow donor. Director Feng has scheduled your surgery for ten days from now. Are you ready?"

Zhou Qingyang smiled, biting into a piece of apple. It was sweet and refreshing. He gazed at Su Mi and said, "I already heard from Director Feng. Thank you for finding a suitable donor for me. Actually, after waiting so long, I’ve made peace with the possibility of death. Whether or not the surgery happens, I no longer have expectations. In the end, as long as I have you, Jiabei, and Jiabao with me, I feel content and happy. Whether someone donates their marrow is their right. If they refuse, don’t make it too hard on yourself. Some things cannot be forced."

Su Mi thought he didn't know anything, but in fact, Zhou Qingyang understood everything.

Su Mi had received information about Fu Yichen, the president of the Diye Group, from her friend Bai Miaomiao in the archives at Shengde Hospital. The two had a bone marrow match. For the past month, Su Mi had been trying to persuade Fu Yichen to donate.

But Fu Yichen's status was far too exalted for someone like him to donate bone marrow—unless by some miracle. Zhou Qingyang hadn't directly told Su Mi to give up, but he didn't want to hurt her efforts either.

If all her hard work could make her feel better, he was willing to act as though he knew nothing, silently aching for her.

"How could he not want to help? This is a life-saving opportunity!" Su Mi said, her smile bright. "Don't worry, the person who matches your marrow is very kind and compassionate. I found him, and he immediately agreed to help. The only thing is, he has an important meeting abroad, but he promised me he would return within ten days. So, senior, you need to rest well, eat properly, and keep up your strength. When the time comes, go into surgery in the best possible condition!" Su Mi smiled at him, making a fist and giving him a thumbs-up, as if cheering him on.

Zhou Qingyang couldn’t help but reach out and gently ruffle her hair. "Silly..."

Su Mi froze, unsure of how to respond. She lowered her head, and a soft blush crept up her fair cheeks.

Zhou Qingyang looked at her under the warm light, her face as enchanting as ever, and his heart thudded painfully.

Perhaps... Su Mi had feelings for him too?

But unfortunately... Fate had been cruel to him. His body had deteriorated to this point, and he could no longer express his feelings for her. Doing so would only hurt her.

Zhou Qingyang gazed at her with tenderness, but his eyes slowly dimmed with a sorrowful resignation.

Su Mi didn’t notice the change in his expression. Her head was down, but her thoughts were clear: I must save him.