He Thought She’d Never Leave—Until She Did - Chapter 14

The day before An He was discharged, an uninvited guest appeared in her hospital room.

That was also the first time An He saw Zhou Rong in person.

Just as the rumors said, Zhou Rong looked delicate and frail—her pretty face paired with that sickly, pitiful fragility that could make anyone, man or woman, instinctively feel protective. Even women would find themselves softening toward her, wanting to hand her the entire world.

An He finally understood why a man as cold and unfeeling as Song Yu would fall for someone like Zhou Rong.

She really did have that kind of charm.

“Miss An, is that right?” Zhou Rong asked gently.

“Yes.”

“My name is Zhou Rong. I suppose I’m not a stranger to you.” She didn’t bother with pretense and went straight to the point. “I came to tell you that Yu belongs to me. He only loves me. I hope you can leave.”

She took out a thick envelope from her purse. “By the way, it hasn’t been easy for you donating blood to me all these years. Here’s one million—it should be enough for your future. You can go abroad or move to another city. Just don’t ever appear in front of Yu again.”

“Oh, one more thing—I forgot to tell you. Mrs. Song has already approved our marriage. We’ll be getting married very soon.”

The smugness on her face clashed with her weak and fragile appearance. Seeing that, An He understood—Zhou Rong was a master actress.

What puzzled her was how Zhou Rong managed to fool Song Yu.

Deceiving his mother was easy enough. But Song Yu? That required real skill.

Perhaps, An He thought bitterly, it was because he was too in love to notice.

When Zhou Rong finally stopped talking, An He said calmly, “And what if I don’t leave?”

Zhou Rong’s expression twisted. “An He, have you no shame? Yu doesn’t like you. The entire Song family doesn’t like you. Leaving is the best thing you can do for yourself.”

“Zhou Rong, your illness is fake, isn’t it?” An He suddenly said.

The moment the secret was exposed, panic flickered in Zhou Rong’s eyes, but it was gone in a heartbeat. She quickly regained her composure. “And if it is? As long as Yu and Mrs. Song believe me, that’s all that matters.”

Zhou Rong had found her leverage—and she was bold enough to use it.

“Aren’t you afraid they’ll find out the truth?”

“So what if they do? Yu loves me. He’d never really be angry with me. And Mrs. Song? She wouldn’t blame me either.”

In reality, Zhou Rong wasn’t even the real Zhou Rong.

The real Zhou Rong had truly been ill—and had already died. This Zhou Rong was an imposter, living under another’s name.

From the moment she entered the Song family, she had been living this lie.

No one ever suspected her. It was exhausting to maintain, but worth every effort—

After all, she had won Song Yu, hadn’t she?

“You’re that sure they’ll forgive you?”

“Of course.” Zhou Rong smirked. “Want to test it?”

“Test it? How?”

“Let’s see who Yu believes—you or me.”

Before An He could react, Zhou Rong suddenly staggered and fell to the ground. Tears welled up as she cried pitifully, “An He, I—I came here to visit you out of kindness, how could you do this to me? I know you like Yu, but love can’t be forced! Besides, you two are… siblings. How could you have such disgusting thoughts?”

“It hurts—it hurts so much…”

Zhou Rong’s sobs grew more dramatic, and when she saw a familiar figure at the door, she cried even harder. “Yu, it hurts…”

Song Yu strode in and helped her up. “Easy. Take it slow.”

Zhou Rong leaned weakly into his arms, pretending to struggle to her feet. No one noticed the triumphant look she shot An He before continuing her act.

“Yu, don’t blame An He,” she said, sounding gentle and forgiving. “She only acted out because she cares too much about you. It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have come here… I should’ve stayed home to rest.”

“I was just worried about her, so I came. I never expected she’d hate me so much—to push me down like that.”

An He watched coldly as Zhou Rong continued her performance. Deep inside, a quiet voice whispered—she wanted to see what Song Yu would do.

Would he believe Zhou Rong—or her?

The answer came quickly.

“An He,” Song Yu said icily, “apologize to Rong.”

At first, An He had still held on to a sliver of hope. He was, after all, the CEO of the Song Group, a man who’d met countless people. Surely, he wouldn’t jump to conclusions without even asking?

But reality was cruel.

In the face of love, reason was worthless.

Because he loved Zhou Rong, he would believe anything she said.

And because he didn’t love her—he refused to believe her at all.

The pain in An He’s chest was sharp, as if a blunt knife were slowly grinding against her heart—over and over, never killing her, just making sure she felt every cut.

“Song Yu, you believe her?” she asked quietly.

“An He. Apologize.” He didn’t even look at her.

“I didn’t do it. Why should I apologize?”

“If you didn’t, then who did? Don’t tell me Rong fell on her own.”

“That’s exactly what happened.” An He’s voice was calm, but her gaze was ice. “Song Yu, are you blind? I’m a patient.”

“Yu—” Zhou Rong whimpered, collapsing into his arms again. “My leg… it hurts so much…”

The last bit of hesitation in Song Yu’s heart vanished at her cry.

“Rong is sick too,” he snapped, frowning. “She’s weaker than you. She couldn’t possibly hurt herself. An He, apologize!”

It was the first time Song Yu had ever yelled at An He in front of others.

“Just do as I say. Once you apologize, this will all be over.”

“I didn’t do it. There’s nothing to apologize for.”

“When did you learn to lie, An He?” Song Yu’s eyes darkened. If Zhou Rong hadn’t been holding him back, he might’ve already charged at her.

An He’s heart shattered completely. She looked at him steadily and asked, “So you believe her. Is that it?”

The room fell silent. Even their breathing seemed to stop.

An He clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms, waiting for his final answer.

After a long pause, he said, “Apologize.”

He had chosen Zhou Rong.

Wasn’t it laughable?

After all these years together, after all the love she’d given him, he didn’t believe her—
Not even once.

“You want an apology? Unless I’m dead!” An He pointed to the door. “Get out. Both of you—get out!”

“That’s enough, An He!” Song Yu barked, tightening his grip on Zhou Rong when he felt her trembling. “You did something wrong and still refuse to apologize? Is this how the Song family raised you?”

“I told you—it wasn’t me.” She lifted her chin defiantly. “Song Yu, if you’re blind, then go fix your eyes.”

“You—”

“Yu,” Zhou Rong clung to his sleeve weakly, “I feel dizzy. Please take me home?”

Song Yu shot An He one last cold glance before softening his voice toward Zhou Rong. “Alright. I’ll take you home.”

When had he ever spoken so gently to her? Watching them together, An He realized that if she still didn’t wake up now, then she truly had no one to blame but herself.

At the door, Song Yu said, “Think about what you’ve done. I’ll come talk to you later.”

When the door closed, An He pulled the blanket over her head.

She let the tears flow.

She let the last thread of attachment fade.

She really was going to leave.

For good.

Once love was gone, everything became easier.

An He called Sweetie and asked her to come help with her discharge papers. They went straight to An He’s private apartment afterward.

She bought some essentials and started packing her suitcase.

Sweetie looked worried. “Do you really have to go?”

“This place just hurts too much. I need to get away for a while. Don’t worry—I’ll take care of myself.”

“What if I miss you?”

“We can call or video chat,” An He said gently. “You can even visit me sometime.”

“Have you decided where you’re going?”

“I’ll go abroad for a while.” An He smiled faintly. “You know how much I love design. I want to study it properly.”

“Then that’s a good idea.” Sweetie nodded, pulling out a card. “There are a few million on here. Take it. If it’s not enough, I’ll send you more.”

“No need.” An He shook her head. “I have money.”

Over the years, she’d invested well. She had enough to live comfortably for several years.

“Studying is expensive. Just take it.”

“Sweetie, I really have enough.” An He held her hand. “If I ever run short, I’ll ask you then.”

Sweetie hesitated, then sighed. “Alright.”

She looked around at the room full of gifts from Song Yu. “What about all this stuff?”

“Please send them back to him,” An He said quietly. “If I’m going to cut ties, I won’t keep anything.”

“What do you think he’ll do when he sees them?”

“I don’t know,” An He said lightly. “But it doesn’t matter anymore. From now on, I’ll have nothing to do with the Songs.”

She’d treat the past few years as nothing more than a foolish dream.

What wasn’t hers—she’d never chase again.

As for the future—
It was hers to decide.

“Hehe, don’t worry,” Sweetie promised. “I’ll take care of everything.”

“Thank you, Sweetie.”

An He’s resolve was firm. She booked a flight that very day—ten p.m. departure.

Sweetie offered to take her to the airport, but An He refused. She didn’t want to go through a teary goodbye.

Before boarding, she sent Song Yu one last message.

【Song Yu, let’s break up. Never see each other again.】

That night, Song Yu was at a party when his phone buzzed.

He glanced at the screen but didn’t check it right away. Instead, he clinked glasses and downed two drinks.

When his friend left, he finally picked up his phone.

A few friends nearby leaned over. “Hey, haven’t seen An He lately. What’s up? You two fighting?”

Everyone in their circle knew Song Yu had been sleeping with that “little sister.”

Officially, they called each other siblings—but everyone knew what was really going on.

Sometimes his friends would tease him, asking how it felt to “sleep with your sister.”

Song Yu would always look irritated, but never stopped them. Over time, everyone assumed he didn’t actually like An He much.

It was Zhou Rong he really cared about.

Otherwise, why make An He donate blood all the time?

No normal man would do that.

“Come on, man,” one friend said. “If you don’t like her, just let her go. I’ve already had guys asking me about her. So—do you like her or not?”

Song Yu lounged lazily on the sofa, cigarette between his lips. He opened his phone slowly—and when he saw An He’s message, his brows furrowed.

Then he tossed the phone onto the table.

“Whoa,” one friend laughed. “Your little sister’s mad—she’s breaking up with you. Go comfort her!”

“Why should I?” Song Yu scoffed. He was still angry at her. She should be the one apologizing.

“You’re impossible,” his friend sighed. “In a fight, the guy’s supposed to make peace, not the girl. What, you expect her to come crawling back?”

“And what if she does?” Song Yu said flatly. Every time they fought, An He was the first to give in. This time would be no different.

He even started counting the minutes, waiting for her to call and apologize.

Time passed. The call never came.

“Looks like she’s really mad this time. Go on—go make up.”

“I’m not going.”

He stubbed out his cigarette, tossing it into the ashtray. “Stop nagging. Drink.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“Alright, but don’t say we didn’t warn you. Women can be ruthless, man. You keep pushing her like this, one day she’ll really leave—and then you’ll have no one to blame but yourself.”

“She won’t leave,” Song Yu said with certainty.

“And how do you know that?”

“Because she loves me.”

And how much did An He love him?

Enough to die for him.

So how could someone like that ever leave?

He picked up his phone and typed back:

【Fine. Break up.】