You Broke Off the Engagement, So I Sent You My Wedding Invitation with Someone Else - Chapter 2:

Chapter 2: Shen Qingqiu, Lin Ruoxi, Xia Anran—I’m Done Owing You!

He was making that expression again…

Every time the three heiresses scolded him, Cheng Zewen would flash that same provoking look. He constantly framed Ye Yunshen, making the three women resent him, even punish him. At first, Ye Yunshen thought Cheng Zewen just wanted him to leave, but later he realized—he wanted him dead.

Ye Yunshen had tried to explain, but it was useless. The three heiresses didn’t believe him. When you love someone, no matter what they do, it’s always right. And if you don’t love someone, nothing they do matters.

Suddenly, as Cheng Zewen stood up, a simple dragon-shaped jade pendant fell from his body, drawing everyone’s attention. Ye Yunshen’s breathing turned rapid. “Isn’t that the engagement jade pendant I gave to Shen Qingqiu? Why is it with you?”

It was the only precious item Ye Yunshen had. When he was found as a child, it was already hanging around his neck. During their engagement, he gave it to Shen Qingqiu as a token. Cheng Zewen bent down and picked it up, then looked at him with a mocking smile. “Sorry, Brother Shen, I didn’t know this was yours. I once saw Sister Qingqiu wearing it, thought it looked interesting and asked to see it. To my surprise, she just gave it to me.”

Ye Yunshen’s heart clenched again. He turned to look at Shen Qingqiu. She had given away his most precious engagement token so casually, yet her face held no guilt, no hesitation—only cold indifference. At that moment, Ye Yunshen understood. The thing most important to him meant nothing to Shen Qingqiu.

His lips had already bled from biting them. The taste of blood filled his mouth. He bitterly realized that the affection and warmth of the three heiresses had long been given to someone else. Or rather, that affection was always meant for someone else. He had only been an accident. Three years of companionship couldn’t match one word from Cheng Zewen.

Right now, Ye Yunshen wanted nothing more than to finish the final blood donation. After that, he wouldn’t owe Shen Qingqiu anything.

Cheng Zewen said, “Since this jade pendant is yours, I’ll return it to you,” and extended his hand.

Ye Yunshen reached out to take it, but Cheng Zewen suddenly pulled it back, then leaned closer and whispered, “Shen Yunshen, I actually know everything.”

Ye Yunshen’s body trembled.

“In the locked drawer in your room, there’s a diary with your blood donation records. You were planning to finish one hundred donations and then leave, weren’t you?”

Cheng Zewen’s mocking smile grew colder. Ye Yunshen’s face turned pale, and his breathing quickened.

“I can’t let you leave. What would I do then? So I tore your records—ninety-nine donations shredded until only a few remained. I also deleted the hospital’s files.”

His voice was soft, but Ye Yunshen felt a chill sink deep into his bones. His fists clenched tightly. “Aren’t you afraid Shen Qingqiu and the others will find out?”

“They won’t. Their hearts are focused entirely on me. They don’t care about you. You enjoyed their love for three years because of me. Isn’t that enough? Donating blood is your way of repaying me.”

Cheng Zewen sneered, “Oh right, forgot to mention—my body isn’t even that weak. I faked fainting those times just to get you to donate blood. You’ll never escape from my grasp.”

“BOOM!!”

Ye Yunshen couldn’t hold it anymore. He grabbed Cheng Zewen by the collar, his eyes bloodshot as he roared, “Why are you doing this?! Why are you ruining my life?!”

“Let him go!”

“Ye Yunshen, are you crazy?!”

Before Ye Yunshen could do anything more, the three heiresses rushed in and pulled them apart, faces filled with anger.

Shen Qingqiu glared at him and snapped, “Shen Yunshen, are you sick? Awen just played with your stupid jade pendant for a bit, and you can’t handle it?”

Lin Ruoxi shouted, “Awen didn’t even know it was yours. I never told him it was your pendant!”

Shen Qingqiu and Lin Ruoxi both stared at him with fury.

Xia Anran screamed, “Shen Yunshen! Know your place! Don’t think being Sister Qingqiu’s husband means you can do whatever you want. Call it adopted son if you like, but bluntly, you’re just a dog! Without Awen, you’d be dead! If you didn’t look like him, we wouldn’t have spent 1 billion yuan saving you!”

Their faces were filled with rage. Only Cheng Zewen stood behind them, protected by all three, coldly watching.

Seeing this, Ye Yunshen didn’t argue. He fell silent.

Then, he suddenly laughed, pale and hollow, nodding slightly. “Yes, without all of you, I might’ve been dead long ago.”

“So from now on, let’s sever all ties.”

“And that includes Miss Shen. Let’s divorce.”

His words froze everyone in place.

Lin Ruoxi and Xia Anran’s eyes trembled in disbelief.

“You… Shen Yunshen, you…” Xia Anran tried to speak, but Shen Qingqiu coldly interrupted her, “Fine. I agree.”

Her eyes were colder than ice, void of the gentleness and affection they once held. Not even a trace remained.

Ye Yunshen laughed more, a hollow, deeper laugh.

“But not yet,” Shen Qingqiu added indifferently. “There’s a one-month divorce cooling-off period. If you still want to sever ties then, I’ll agree.”

A one-month cooling-off period…

Ye Yunshen’s smile carried tears. Still trying to trick him?

Before, it was ‘donate one hundred times and I’ll let you go.’ Now it’s the divorce cooling-off period.

The three of them never thought he’d actually leave.

Even now, they assumed it was just a moment of anger.

But they would soon understand it wasn’t.

Ye Yunshen picked up the jade pendant and turned to leave.

When he first arrived at the Shen family, all he had was this pendant. And now, as he left, it was still all he had.

He never took anything with him.

As he walked away, Cheng Zewen smiled coldly—cruelly.

Ye Yunshen, you want freedom? Unless you die, you’ll always be my walking blood bank.

Ye Yunshen arrived at the blood donation room.

“You again?” the nurse looked at him in surprise and frowned. “No way, you’ve already donated too much a few days ago. Any more and it could be fatal. Miss Shen specifically said—”

“This is the last time…” Ye Yunshen whispered, only loud enough for himself to hear.

His arm was already covered in ninety-nine needle marks.

This was the hundredth time.

And the final one.

Even though Cheng Zewen deleted the records, Ye Yunshen’s conscience was clear.

As the thick needle pierced into his vein and bright red blood flowed down the tube, Ye Yunshen trembled in pain.

He felt as though something was flowing out of his body.

His life.

But he didn’t feel pain—instead, he smiled, pale but relieved.

The veins on his arm bulged. He trembled even more.

Shen Qingqiu, Lin Ruoxi, Xia Anran—the three heiresses…

This is the one hundredth time I’ve donated blood for you.

After this, I will leave.

From now on, there will be no more Shen Yunshen.

“Please keep this confidential. This is an anonymous donation,” Ye Yunshen told the nurse before he left.

He only wanted to repay their kindness. Whether the three heiresses ever knew or not didn’t matter to him anymore.

“Fine! Just hurry and leave Sucheng! If you donate again, you really will die!” the nurse said with sympathy as she looked at Ye Yunshen.

By the time he left the hospital, Ye Yunshen was so weak he could barely walk.

His face was so pale there wasn’t a trace of color. He could hardly even see.

“Whoosh, whoosh…”

It had started raining heavily at some point, soaking him to the bone.

He was cold.

But this cold wasn’t physical. It chilled him to the soul.

Memories of the past flashed through his mind—his life with the three heiresses, the sweet moments, the sorrow, the despair… but in the end, they all turned to emptiness.

Yet Ye Yunshen smiled happily.

Because he knew—at this moment, he was no longer a substitute.

Shen Qingqiu, Lin Ruoxi, Xia Anran, I owe you nothing now!!!

Free of burden, Ye Yunshen dragged his broken body forward.

His consciousness grew fuzzy. He didn’t even realize he was crossing a street.

In the downpour, a car lost control and rushed straight at him.

Ye Yunshen was far too weak to react. Even a healthy man wouldn’t have time to dodge.

“Bang!”

A loud crash.

Ye Yunshen was thrown dozens of meters away.

At the same time, the half dragon-shaped jade pendant he clutched in his hand shattered, and a faint golden light sank into his body…

An unbearable pain surged through him. Ye Yunshen immediately lost consciousness.

In the final second before he blacked out, he vaguely saw a tall, stunning woman in a white dress running toward him in panic…