After the divorce, my ex-husband and son lined up to pursue me.

Chapter 61 Severing Ties

Jiang Xia lay in bed, receiving physical therapy on one leg, while texting Yan Guozhong on her phone.

She was typing when she suddenly heard the door open. Looking at the person who walked in, she said without thinking, "Get out!"

Ruan Muhuai's displeased expression immediately darkened.

But considering Jiang Xia's current condition, he had to soften his expression and forced himself to walk to the bedside. He first looked at Jiang Xia's legs, which were receiving physical therapy, and then tested the temperature of the electric heating pad.

"How are you feeling? Does your leg still hurt?" His gentle voice conveyed his concern.

After sending the message, Jiang Xia turned off her phone and looked at him: "Just say what you need to say."

straightforward.

I didn't beat around the bush with him at all.

Ruan Muhuai had nothing to say to her either, and could only try to appease her. He suppressed his temper and sat down on the edge of the bed: "Jiang Xia, let's have a good talk."

Jiang Xia subconsciously shifted her body to keep some distance from him before asking, "What are you talking about? Is it still Ruan Yuanchao?"

Ruan Muhuai shook his head slightly with a helpless expression: "Let's not talk about that unfilial son anymore, let's talk about us. We've been husband and wife for a time, after all. Why didn't you tell me you were sick?"

A seemingly casual remark, yet it resonated deeply, leaving Jiang Xia's thoughts frozen in shock.

She should have thought of that sooner...

A car accident, surgery, and then it was all out in the open.

"You know about my condition..."

Ruan Muhuai casually picked up where she left off, saying, "Yes, I know everything."

Jiang Xia frowned and looked at him: "So?"

"What do you mean, 'so'? What are you afraid of?" Ruan Muhuai keenly noticed the confusion in her eyes, and took the opportunity to hook the back of her head and lift her chin: "Afraid that I won't divorce you because of this?"

This is not a question, but a profound realization reflected in Jiang Xia's eyes!
In that instant, Ruan Muhuai felt the rock-solid rationality in his mind suddenly crumble, and he involuntarily tightened his grip on his fingers: "It really is true, you're already like this, and you're still hiding it from me, still wanting to be with me..."

He didn't finish his sentence. Jiang Xia's struggle and the anger in her eyes brought Ruan Muhuai back to his senses.

He quickly said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lost my temper with you."

Jiang Xia was taken aback.

If I remember correctly, this was definitely the first time Ruan Muhuai had taken the initiative to apologize to her.

Ha, is this the benefit of being on the verge of death?
When a person is about to die, all their past is wiped clean, and after they are truly dead, the whole world will come to love them.

Jiang Xia gave a self-deprecating smile, took a deep breath, and said, "What exactly do you want to tell me?"

"Cooperate with the treatment. Your life is your own; don't give up hope so quickly," Ruan Muhuai said frankly, while also taking Jiang Xia's hand. "Besides, is there anything else you wish for?"

Jiangxia's hands are very beautiful, with slender, fair, and long fingers.

A pair of hands perfectly suited for playing the piano or as a hand model.

Even so, Ruan Muhuai held her hand, observing it so carefully for the first time. He gently stroked it, thinking of the countless times he had held this hand like this, pressing her down beneath him...

"End-of-life care?" Jiang Xia's sudden voice interrupted his romantic reverie. She also withdrew her hand without hesitation and exposed him, "Ruan Muhuai, are you just pretending to be affectionate?"

"I'm going to die, shouldn't you be happy? You should be the happiest person."

He would soon be able to rightfully and openly get rid of her and go to his beloved. "Promotion, wealth, and the death of your wife—you'll achieve all of that soon," Jiang Xia said with undisguised sarcasm. "Keep the news of our divorce under wraps for now. When I really die, you don't need to announce it; just pretend you're widowed."

Ruan Muhuai's silent expression froze, and he stared at Jiang Xia with a gloomy look.

Looking at the insincere sneer on her face, he felt it was so glaring, so... that it made him feel suffocated and uncomfortable!
"Have you finished being sarcastic?" he finally spoke. "We're husband and wife! We have a son! I'm not as despicable as you make me out to be!"

"Son?" Jiang Xia scoffed, resting his chin on his hand with a slight headache. "He wants a different mother, and he wants you to have a different wife..."

"Shut up!" Ruan Muhuai couldn't help but cover Jiang Xia's mouth. "Do you want to hear what nonsense you're spouting?"

Jiang Xia didn't struggle; the persistent headache left her with little energy to wear him down.

But her lingering sarcastic laughter, neither humble nor arrogant, provoked Ruan Muhuai.

He gritted his teeth in resentment, released Jiang Xia, and reluctantly stood up, tugging at his collar. "Ruan Yuanchao was just temporarily misled and his thinking went astray. He's still not grown up."

When Ruan Yuanchao grows up a bit more, he will realize that he can't do without his mother.

No matter how good someone else is, they can never replace his own mother.

The blood ties between mother and child cannot be severed by anyone.

"Alright, let's not talk about him anymore." Ruan Muhuai stopped the conversation in time and sat down on the edge of the bed again. "Jiang Xia, everyone in this world will die, it's just a matter of time. I won't try to persuade you, but... if you have any wishes, you might as well say them now."

Jiang Xia looked into his complex, deep eyes. After all these years, she still couldn't understand or fathom his heart.

Even now, she couldn't understand why Ruan Muhuai was so insistent on her last wish.

I guess it's just a pretense of deep affection, just for show.

Otherwise, the truth will eventually come out, and he doesn't want to be blamed if the old man and others find out about her condition.

Realizing this, she still felt a little uneasy, but rubbing her throbbing temples, she calmly asked, "If it's a wish, can you help me fulfill it?"

"Okay." Ruan Muhuai replied quickly and confidently.

Jiang Xia nodded slightly, barely believing him, and then reached out his hand: "Find me some paper and a pen."

Ruan Muhuai got up and went to the drawer to get it for her.

Then, under his watchful gaze, Jiang Xia began to write earnestly in the notebook.

Line after line, the brush moves like dragons and snakes, flowing like clouds and water.

After she finished writing, she handed the notebook to Ruan Muhuai. He glanced at it and his face immediately darkened.

The first thing she had to do was divorce Ruan Muhuai.

Second: There is no longer any connection or contact with the Ruan family.

Third: He was never to see Nguyen Nguyen Chao before his death, and after his death, he was not allowed to wear mourning clothes or pay respects to him.

Fourth: No funeral will be held; the body will be donated.

There were only four points, but they instantly left Ruan Muhuai speechless and at a loss.

He immediately understood that this wasn't Jiang Xia's bucket list; it was clearly something she was doing on purpose to annoy him!
"Is this all you want?" He threw down the notebook, knelt on the edge of the bed, and grabbed Jiang Xia with one hand. "It all boils down to one thing: completely severing ties with the Ruan family, is that it?"

(End of this chapter)