You Broke Off the Engagement, So I Sent You My Wedding Invitation with Someone Else - Chapter 1:

Chapter 1: The Hundredth Blood Donation!

“Miss Shen, stop drawing blood! He’s about to die!”

“Keep going! Awen’s surgery is urgent! Draw more of his blood!”

In Sucheng Hospital, an emergency blood transfusion was taking place.

Three stunning women stood nearby with anxious expressions. They were all important women in Ye Yunshen’s life—one of them was even his newlywed wife. Yet at this moment, all of them were gathered around another man, their faces full of pain and worry, completely ignoring Ye Yunshen’s trembling body.

Ye Yunshen felt cold. But no matter how cold his body was, it couldn’t compare to the chill in his heart. The three most important women in his life were drawing his blood to save another man, not caring whether he lived or died.

“Qingqiu, please stop… Brother Shen won’t be able to take it if this continues. I can hold on. Cough, cough, cough…”

The man being treated looked at Ye Yunshen with a pained expression as he spoke. Suddenly, he began coughing violently.

The three women panicked, immediately saying, “Awen, don’t worry about him. You are the most important. We will definitely save you!”

Ye Yunshen turned his head, only to meet Cheng Zewen’s mocking gaze. That look seemed to say—see? To save me, the three women you love most would drain your blood dry.

Because Cheng Zewen was their white moonlight, while Ye Yunshen was merely a stand-in.

Three years ago, Ye Yunshen was framed one night and offended a powerful figure. He was abandoned by his family, beaten until he was on the verge of death. At that moment, Shen Qingqiu, Lin Ruoxi, and Xia Anran—the three heiresses—appeared like angels and saved him.

He was later adopted by Shen Qingqiu’s parents and renamed Shen Yunshen.

Over the next three years, he was cherished deeply by the three heiresses, becoming a well-known name in Sucheng’s social circle. Ye Yunshen also proved himself by helping the Shen family manage their business. Shen Qingqiu’s parents approved of him and arranged for her to marry him. Even Lin Ruoxi and Xia Anran promised to marry him later.

But not long after the wedding, their long-lost white moonlight Cheng Zewen returned—with only six months left to live. The three heiresses went insane.

That was when Ye Yunshen realized he was just a substitute.

He looked extremely similar to Cheng Zewen, not only in appearance but even in temperament and rare blood type. That was why they saved him back then, why he became the Shen family’s adopted son, why he married Shen Qingqiu…

From then on, the three heiresses focused all their attention on Cheng Zewen. One phone call from him, and they would abandon Ye Yunshen on his birthday. One word from him, and they’d order Ye Yunshen to kneel and apologize.

“Doctor, draw a little more. Please, make sure nothing happens to Awen!”

The three women pleaded together, eyes red.

But the side effects of excessive blood loss were already manifesting in Ye Yunshen. His vision was blurred, and his entire body began to twitch.

Yet the three women thought he was trying to escape. They rushed over and forcefully pinned down his limbs.

“Trying to run? You can’t leave until Awen’s surgery blood requirement is met!”

At that moment, Ye Yunshen fell into complete despair.

His body twitched more violently. His eyes turned blood-red. He wanted to cry out, but Shen Qingqiu, in her panic, strangled his neck so tightly he nearly lost consciousness.

800 mL.

1,000 mL.

1,200 mL…

The volume of blood drawn surged rapidly.

“Beep! Beep! Beep!”

The machine suddenly gave off a piercing alarm.

“Nearly half his blood is gone! He’s going into shock! Stop!”

The doctor forcefully intervened.

All the nurses looked at Ye Yunshen in horror. His once-handsome face was now completely drained of color, like a cold, lifeless statue.

The nurses screamed in fear. The three heiresses, who had been holding him down, quickly released their grip, also frightened.

Staring at Ye Yunshen’s deathly pale face, even Shen Qingqiu and the others felt a chill run down their spines.

“Mr. Cheng Zewen’s surgery can begin!”

But in the next second, the doctor’s voice rang out.

The three women immediately turned away and rushed to Cheng Zewen’s side.

Shen Qingqiu didn’t even look back as she told her assistant Xiao Hong, “Take him away. Remember to buy the best supplements. Make sure his blood and Qi recover. He’ll need to keep donating to Awen.”

“Yes.”

Xiao Hong nodded silently, but inside, she was trembling.

In the past, the three heiresses had limits when drawing Ye Yunshen’s blood. But this time, just for Cheng Zewen’s surgery, they hadn’t stopped until it nearly killed him.

Ye Yunshen was unconscious for several days before he finally woke up in his hospital bed.

Seeing Xiao Hong by his side, he struggled to sit up and asked, “Where’s Qingqiu?”

“Miss is with Mr. Cheng. Miss Ruoxi and Miss Anran are there too.”

After a pause, she continued, “Don’t blame the three ladies. Mr. Cheng needed too much blood for his surgery. They were desperate and lost control. But they’ve bought you a lot of supplements…”

“It’s fine. I owe them this.”

He said calmly, “That was the ninety-ninth time.”

Xiao Hong was stunned and asked, “What ninety-ninth time?”

After Cheng Zewen returned, Ye Yunshen had realized his true identity and proposed divorce to Shen Qingqiu.

Shen Qingqiu refused. To make Ye Yunshen give up, she casually said, “Donate blood to Cheng Zewen a hundred times, and I’ll set you free.”

She never expected that the casual remark she made in anger would become reality.

Ye Yunshen had already donated blood ninety-nine times.

But Shen Qingqiu didn’t remember. Her entire mind was on her white moonlight, and she probably didn’t think he had donated even ten times.

Just one more time, and his debt would be repaid.

He could divorce.

Ye Yunshen took a deep breath and was about to get out of bed to find Shen Qingqiu and the others.

“Bang!”

The door suddenly burst open. Lin Ruoxi and Xia Anran walked in.

“He’s fine! Sister Qingqiu, you worry too much…” Xia Anran said loudly.

A faint mocking smile appeared on Ye Yunshen’s lips. Every time he fainted from anemia, Xia Anran would glare at him, thinking he was faking weakness to gain their sympathy.

Since Cheng Zewen returned, the obedient little girl who used to follow him around had disappeared.

“Yunshen, since you’re awake, go buy a box of lotus seed paste cakes. Awen wants to eat them,” Lin Ruoxi said as she looked at him.

Ye Yunshen immediately laughed.

The authentic lotus seed paste cakes were sold halfway across the city. With his current condition, he’d likely die before getting there.

He used to buy them, thinking Lin Ruoxi liked them.

Until one day, he saw her feed the cakes—bought after he ran around the city in the pouring rain—to Cheng Zewen. That’s when he realized…

The one who liked the cakes wasn’t Lin Ruoxi, but her white moonlight, Cheng Zewen.

Lin Ruoxi was against marriage. She once said that having Cheng Zewen was enough for her in this life—their bond was deeper and more romantic than marriage.

She had only agreed to marry Ye Yunshen because Cheng Zewen had left.

Each of the three heiresses had placed different emotional weight on Cheng Zewen.

But he, from beginning to end, was just a substitute.

Whether it was anger or heartbreak, Ye Yunshen’s eyes grew redder. He smiled and refused, “Miss Lin, if your Awen wants lotus seed paste cakes, go buy them yourself. Why ask me?”

“What did you say?!”

The room fell completely silent.

Their eyes met.

From Ye Yunshen’s eyes, Lin Ruoxi saw not submission or compromise—but rejection.

He actually rejected her?

Even Xia Anran stared in disbelief.

Ye Yunshen had always obeyed everything they said, even if it meant dying.

Lin Ruoxi’s face filled with anger. “Shen Yunshen, what’s that supposed to mean? It’s just cakes! Awen just woke up and wants to eat something. You can’t even do that for him?”

Ye Yunshen looked at her calmly, feeling even more disappointed.

Their hearts were fully on Cheng Zewen, completely disregarding whether he lived or died…

“Ruoxi, don’t make things hard for Brother Shen. Cough, cough…”

At that moment, Cheng Zewen walked in, supported by Shen Qingqiu.

Coughing while speaking, he said with guilt, “It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have asked for lotus seed paste cakes right after waking up. Brother Shen has already donated so much blood for me. How could I ask him to buy cakes too?”

With just a few words, he painted himself as the victim—making it seem like Ye Yunshen’s refusal to buy cakes was a heinous crime.

“Brother Shen, I’m sorry.”

He even bowed in apology to Ye Yunshen.

Seeing this, the three women’s expressions changed.

“Awen, what are you doing? Get up! Shen Yunshen exists for you!”

Lin Ruoxi and Xia Anran helped him up and said seriously, “Don’t mind that he’s the Shen family’s adopted son and Sister Qingqiu’s fiancé. His purpose in life is you! If you ever need anything, just order him around. Don’t worry about his feelings.”

Ye Yunshen said nothing, but his eyes locked onto Cheng Zewen.

Not because of the hurtful words, but because in that moment Cheng Zewen bowed, he flashed a twisted, cold smile.

A smile completely unlike the weak appearance he just showed.