Chapter 1188 There is no point in living anymore

Xia Ningmeng looked very tired and had no strength at all.

Xia Yixuan said: "Ning'er, after my brother gets your visa, he will go over and take you home."

Go home? Her once family of four fell apart.

Xia Ningmeng sighed, seeing that the New Year was about to come, but her brother was left running around like this, she felt helpless.

She didn't know what she had done wrong. In order to divorce her, Jian Jichen tried his best to set up a trap for her.

First, he took her out of the country under the pretext of vacation, from Saudi Arabia to Luxembourg, from vacation to accompanying her to study. Now she is no longer needed to accompany him to study.

Xia Ningmeng suddenly felt that life was meaningless. She left her father and mother for Jian Jichen, joined the world without hesitation from the Qin Dynasty, and ended up being abandoned!

She looked calm on the outside, but her heart was so clogged that she couldn't even shed tears.

Xia Yixuan said: "Ning'er, brother will take you to see a doctor first. There is no obstacle in life that cannot be overcome. You still have K Bao, Yi Qing, and brother. If you get through it, you will be reborn and have a new life."

Xia Ningmeng, however, has no hope of rebirth. She had no doubts about Jian Jichen's character and cultivation at the beginning, but in the end she ended up like this. Who else in the world can she trust?

Xia Ningmeng remained silent, and Wen Yu said, "Brother, I'll stay with Xiaomeng and I'll call you if anything happens."

After cutting off Xia Yixuan's call, Wen Yu put the phone aside. He first grabbed Xia Ningmeng's arm, and Xia Ningmeng subconsciously hid.

Wen Yu said: "Don't move!"

The sleeves were lifted up and the thick gauze was removed. The wound was so rotten. The flesh and gauze were stuck together, and the flesh and blood were bloody and horrible.

Wen Yu couldn't bear to accuse her, so he took out the alcohol and cotton swabs from his backpack and helped her peel off the sticky gauze bit by bit.

"Xiaomeng, let's make dumplings tomorrow and ask the servants to order the dumpling fillings. There will be a Spring Festival Gala tonight. Do you want to watch it?"

Xia Ningmeng watched the alcohol wipe away the blood from the wound bit by bit, and she nodded lightly.

Wen Yu asked: "Tomorrow, how about I accompany you to Luxembourg to pick up the children from school?"

Xia Ningmeng hesitated. Her current state was too bad. She didn't want the children to see her decadent look. What should she say if the children asked why her father didn't celebrate the holidays with them?

Seeing that she didn't answer, Wen Yu said, "Then wait until you recover before picking them up. The aristocratic school has strict management, and the children will be fine."

"Thanks!"

Wen Yu kept wiping her wound with alcohol until a layer of skin peeled off, and the new layer of flesh was bright red. He asked: "Doesn't it hurt at all?"

"It will hurt too."

"Xiaomeng, the most important thing for you now is to take good care of your illness. You can't give up on yourself."

"Too tired!"

Xia Ningmeng was very tired, and the process of getting back on her feet was so difficult. She had experienced the pain of being reborn from the ashes, and it was too difficult to survive. This time she felt that she had no strength.

Wen Yu said: "If you don't think about yourself, think about your brother."

"My brother is now married and has a career, and is accompanied by his sister-in-law, nieces and nephews..."

"Xiaomeng?" Wen Yu looked at Xia Ningmeng in disbelief. She could still muster some energy during the day.

This will completely reveal his true colors, lifeless and lifeless.

What a person fears most is losing the pillar of survival.

Xia Ning Meng said leisurely: "How wonderful it would be if I could forget everything in the past, good and bad, people and everything, how wonderful would it be?"

Wen Yu said: "Ningmeng, I think there must be a misunderstanding between you and Mr. Jian." He wanted to give Xia Ningmeng hope.

Misunderstanding? Xia Ningmeng knew there was no misunderstanding, it must be because of Dina.

"Xiaomeng, if you think about it, Mr. Jian is really getting divorced. Why would he send you bodyguards to protect you?"

Xia Ningmeng shook her head gently and said, "Wen Yu, you don't know many things, but I know it well."

"Xiao Meng, don't think about anything now. Go see a doctor first."

Xia Ningmeng only chatted with Wen Yu for more than half an hour before she fell asleep. Seeing her sleeping on the sofa with her brows furrowed tightly, Wen Yu knew that she must have taken medicine.

After drinking wine at dinner, she actually took medicine again. She didn't know if alcohol had any adverse effects on the medicine.

Wen Yu sighed heavily. If she had less cultivation, how much better would she be like crying, making trouble, and hanging herself?

Now that all her emotions are bottled up in her heart, she is really afraid that she will have a nervous breakdown.

Wen Yu glanced at the bodyguard standing like a statue in the silence.

The bodyguard remained motionless and deliberately looked away. Wen Yu had no choice but to say: "Please carry her back to the bedroom to sleep."

After the bodyguard nodded vigorously, he easily picked up Xia Ningmeng and walked to the second floor.

Wen Yu just watched their figures disappear quietly.

He sat alone in the bedroom for a while, called Yu Ge and turned off the phone. She should be on the plane.

Wen Yu looked sad and wanted to call Jian Jichen to ask for details, but then he thought...Xia Ningmeng's brother would definitely ask.

With no phone calls to make, he felt a deep sense of helplessness.

He got up and returned to the bedroom. He Wei slept peacefully. He was not sleepy at all. He took a cigarette and went to the balcony to puff on it.

When Xia Ningmeng woke up the next day, it was already 4 o'clock in the afternoon. When she opened her eyes, she saw an extremely anxious Wen Yu next to her bed.

"Xiaomeng?"

After Xia Ningmeng woke up completely, Wen Yu asked: "Xiaomeng, how much medicine do you have now?"

Xia Ningmeng thought about it for a while and said uncertainly: "16, right?"

16 pills? Isn’t it just a handful in the palm of your hand? Wen Yu was shocked and asked: “Where did you put the medicine?”

After Xia Ningmeng told Wen Yu where the medicine was, Wen Yu took out all the remaining medicine from behind the dressing mirror in the bathroom. The last time he bought it was half a year's supply. In just two months, he only had half of it left.

A month's worth.

"Ningmeng, you can't eat any more."

Xia Ningmeng didn't want to eat so much. She said, "I have thoughts of committing suicide, so I have to eat."

Suicide... A patient with depression used alcohol to numb herself and drugs to control her emotions. In order to prevent herself from losing control, she let herself sleep. In 24 hours, she was awake for only five or six hours. She was not yet 30 years old.

Life shouldn't be such chaos.

Wen Yu felt very sorry for Xia Ningmeng.

He said: "I will take you back to China for medical treatment!"

"But it's the Chinese New Year..." She felt very sorry to have Wen Yu come here to celebrate the Chinese New Year. Now that he has a wife, she can't trouble Wen Yu too much.

"Brother is coming soon. Wen Yu, you don't have to worry too much about me. It's just that I slept a little longer."

"Xiaomeng, everyone will stay up tonight on New Year's Eve, so I won't take any medicine today."

"Don't take medicine?" Xia Ningmeng was a little worried, because if she didn't take medicine, she would be very depressed and lose interest in anything.

Wen Yu said firmly: "You are not allowed to eat it until you see a doctor."
Chapter completed!