Li Siru's gastrectomy went smoothly, but she still hadn't woken up.
Lu Beiyao stayed at the hospital for several days. She lay there with her eyes closed, motionless, her already frail frame like a slip of paper, as if she could leave him at any moment.
"Beiyao, there are nurses here taking care of her. You don't have to stay here every day. Listen to your mother and go home to get a good sleep. Besides, the company also needs your attention." Tu Meijiao urged him earnestly. She wished that woman would just die, so she wouldn't ruin her son's life.
"Exactly, cousin, you don't even like her. If she dies…"
"Who allowed you to say that?!" Lu Beiyao suddenly snapped and looked over, scaring Tu Yingying, causing her to shrink her head.
Tu Meijiao was also helpless and furious.
Lu Beiyao said calmly, "Mom, I've said it before, she is the only person I will ever consider my wife. You'd better pray that she keeps on living."
