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At a private hospital, in a simple special practice room.

A doctor wearing black-framed glasses looked at the checklist in his hand. His calm expression revealed a bit of regret as he sincerely said:

"Miss Ye, do you want to reconsider? Have your family come over. With them accompanying you, your mood will be a lot better. "

Ye Qimu looked at the caring expression of the doctor and thought back to her physical condition in the past few days. Her originally haggard face turned even paler, but she still refused with a smile:

"I really don't need it, thank you."

The doctors were kind, but they didn't know what was going on with her. If they let those people come, it would only be a huge blow to her.

The doctor lightly sighed, handed the examination form to Ye Qimu, shook his head, and said in a low voice:

"Advanced gastric cancer. With the current state of medicine, there's no way to treat it abroad. It can only be treated conservatively. I'm very sorry."

When the doctor said those four words, Qimu's breath stopped and her mind went blank. Her clear eyes were filled with disbelief.

Unknowingly, her hand was placed on his stomach, where the pain was frequent. She bitterly smiled and murmured in a low voice:

"Advanced gastric cancer? "I thought the stomachache was just getting worse. How is that possible, I'm not even thirty years old yet …"

"If you insist on treatment, it can slow down the spread of cancer cells and extend life. Does Miss Ye need to go through the procedures to get hospitalized right now?"

Qimu was silent for a while. She looked at the doctor's face and asked:

"Is there really no cure? I'm not afraid of pain. "

The doctor shook his head and slowly said:

"I'm sorry."

Qimu remained silent for a while after hearing the doctor's words. Then, she gave a slight smile and said with a domineering tone,

"Since it can't be cured, then so be it."

Faced with the doctor's surprised gaze, Qimu inwardly ridiculed herself, and then explained:

"I know that the treatment process is long and painful. My hair will fall off and my face will become ugly. But even so, the treatment will still lead to death, won't it?"

"Since that's the case, rather than going through my life in agony, I might as well take advantage of my remaining strength to walk around and see the world. I'll live more comfortably."

The doctor looked at Qimu's smile and her incomparably clear line of thought. A faint pain flashed through his heart as he lamented,

"Miss Ye, you are indeed worthy of being an international top business rookie. You are indeed bold, but it's a pity that the heavens are jealous of such a talent!"

"According to the worst case scenario, it should only be in the next one or two years. However, if you're in a good mood and you want to rest, then three to five years shouldn't be a problem."

"Okay, thanks, doctor."

He walked out of the hospital and stood under a tree.

Qimu looked at the blue sky and white clouds in the distance as she consoled herself.

"Perhaps, this is because even the heavens feel that they are too tired from living. I need to properly rest for a bit …"

At that moment, her cell phone rang. Qimu picked it up and took a look. The smile on her face instantly froze.

There was no note, but it made her hands tremble slightly.

It was her biological mother's phone number.

After a long while, Qimu sighed slightly. Her heart sank. She obviously wanted to hang up, but in the end, she still felt a little bit of soft-heartedness and got her to pick up the phone.

"You bastard, damn you! "I'm your mother, you …"

"…"

Qimu remained silent. She was used to this kind of beginning. Only when her mother had finished scolding her would she have a chance to open her mouth and say "proper business".

Money and Ye Rongsheng. Ye Rongsheng was her younger brother, the blood related younger brother, the brother that her parents had doted upon.

Qimu was silent, but the bombardment on the other end of the phone continued.

"Ye Qimu, Rongsheng is your own little brother. Wouldn't it be easy for you to give him the position of a manager?"

"If I had known earlier, I would have strangled you for being so harsh and ungrateful …"

Sure enough, it was still those random things.

It wasn't that Qimu hadn't given it to him, but she had no choice but to fire this brother who had never called her sister and made the group that she had fought for so many times with all sorts of grievances and vexation.

"Rongsheng is a boy, he's the incense of Ye Family. You're just a girl, no matter how big the group is, no matter how much money we have, won't we still have to give to your little brother in the future …"

Qimu felt as if a knife was stabbing at her heart. Since she was young, her parents had always only thought about her brother, but what about her?

When she was born, she was immediately thrown into the South. Regardless of whether she cared or not, under the aversion of her own grandmother, she lived and died.

Now, even the corporation that she had risked her life for, in their hearts, had also become their younger brother's?

Ridiculous! Shameful! Endless greed!

Qimu's gaze gradually turned cold. The person on the other side of the phone did not know this. Even if he knew, he might not care. After all, she was just a worthless thing in his heart.

"I heard that you had some kind of cancer and the hospital called! "You damned bastard, why didn't you say anything …"

The voice on the other side of the phone gradually faded. From the call, one could clearly hear some panting sounds, and the conversation was no longer as coherent as before.

This slight pause made Qimu unconsciously feel a small amount of expectation. She held her breath and put the phone closer to her ear.

"Your brother, your father and I will be waiting in the living room of your corporation. Come back quickly and make the will first! The position of chairman and president will be transferred to your brother today! "Your grandpa and grandma also rushed over …"

Hearing her words, Qimu put down her phone with a tremble and slowly crouched down with difficulty. She didn't have the strength to continue listening to what she had to say.

In her mind, there were only two sentences. Repeating them over and over again. Ling Chi's heart was already full of holes.

Come back and make the will first!

Transfer the position of chairman and president to your brother now!

After thirty years of being beaten, scolded, ignored, squeezed … Adding on the thunder from the clear sky just now, Qimu could no longer endure it. Her eyes were red as she let out a furious roar, finally bursting out with her suppressed emotions.

She slammed the phone away, and the screen shattered and scattered all over the floor. The silver light stabbed her, and tears began to flow down her face.

Memories came flooding in like a river, and grief became a river, flowing back into her heart.

When she was born, her family couldn't be happy. The person who hated her the most was the person who gave birth to her. That man only wanted to make a boy, pass on incense, and consolidate his position.

It was not even the full moon before she was sent to her grandma's house in the south. That day, her parents returned home without a shred of nostalgia.

When she was seven, when she reached the age when she should go to school, she was still full of joy while waiting for her parents to come pick her up and go home.

Perhaps it was her grandmother's house, in that small southern village, that made her so miserable.

In the south, they valued their sons more than their daughters. In the minds of the older generation, this was how they were born. It had been passed down for a thousand years, and was deeply ingrained in them.

When she was eighteen, she went to college for her intelligence and hard work, and it was a good university, the Agricultural University of China.

However, the barren countryside could not support her, nor could it support her dreams of a university.

That day, she took a piece of paper from her grandfather. On the slip of paper, there were bold and forceful written words about her parents' home in Shanghai and their tuition fees.

Through the handwriting, she seemed to be able to sense her grandfather's ardent expectations for her. Her grandfather also valued boys and girls, but he was the only one in the family who supported her in her studies.

Perhaps, it was his old muddy but clear eyes that saw her. She was the title of the Golden Ranking, a carp leaping over a dragon's gate, carrying the hope of advancing her Ye Family.

Her grandfather was the son of the landowner. He had been blessed, suffered, treated her well, and treated her badly. He only wanted to revive the Ye Family. But it was also one of the three inches of light that had clouded her childhood.

She was grateful to him.

A few days later, she was on her way alone. She went to her parents' home in Shanghai and saw the two strange men and the woman. She also saw the "darling grandson" that her grandmother had always talked about.

She went back to the house where her parents had been born, and she was a new guest in the house where her parents had been born, a special and unwelcome guest.

She was like a bystander, coldly watching and carefully savoring every bit of it. The deep love that her parents showed was nurtured and nurtured, and her brother slowly grew up.

She was a bit envious, a bit jealous, and also a bit discouraged … A key university admission notice was far less important than Ye Rongsheng's few glances.

She suddenly felt a bit pitiful. She had experienced her own little delusions and desires before coming here.

In the midst of all these emotions, his originally desiccated soul had once again ushered in another apocalyptic disaster. This time, everything had vanished into thin air.

It was the fourth day since she had become a new guest.

That night, it was as if her parents were seeing her for the first time. They gave her food one by one and treated her with great care. She was somewhat flattered.

But unfortunately, it was for her disappointing little brother.

They said that her tuition fees were too expensive, and that it was a waste for a girl to study, so she might as well stay in Shanghai and take care of some small jobs, and take care of the family as well as help her brother in the future.

She was unwilling and definitely would not do so. At that time, she put down her chopsticks and decisively left that house, walking alone on the streets of Shanghai.

She would work hard for her future and make her own decisions.

"..."

A few days after receiving the certificate, Qimu arranged everything and boarded a plane to go overseas.

On the plane, Qimu quietly recalled the events that had happened in the past. Looking back, she realized that every step of her thirty years of life had not been easy.

Behind the glory, every night of struggle, is every forward lonely, countless little efforts, only now this international first-class group.

Those people actually wanted her company, her life's work. How could she possibly give it to them?

It was extremely laughable. She had long since paid them back and never owed them anything.

There was someone she had always wanted to meet and thank. He had helped her a lot over the years, but they had never met …

Tired, Qimu fell into a deep sleep, her face serene and serene.

The next day, all the major mainstream media were busy reporting:

"The crash of the A666 noble flight to Europe. The life and death of the CEO of the International Agricultural Group is unknown. The huge amount of her legacy has sparked many controversy."

It was Qimu's class.