I opened my phone, and my emotions went from embarrassment to being at a loss.

While scanning the QR code for payment, I couldn't help but be curious about this person's identity.

His suit fabric was average, maybe really bought for three hundred yuan. Even his shirt looked ordinary, but the man exuded an indescribable sense of ease and composure in his every move and gesture.

Suddenly, countless gazes gathered here.

Mr. Qi hurriedly approached, extending his hand with a smile on his face towards the man beside me.

"Professor Zhou! I apologize for not meeting you earlier!"

The man nodded lightly and spoke in a calm and distant tone, "No need to be so polite, Mr. Qi."

Mr. Qi introduced him to everyone with a loud voice, "Everyone, this is Professor Zhou Zhi, the chief surgeon who will perform the surgery for me."

There was another round of warm greetings, and the man called "Professor Zhou" maintained a plain expression as he shook hands with everyone.

When Qi Yu saw me standing beside Zhou Zhi, wearing the man's coat, his gaze turned cold.

Mr. Qi looked at me and asked, "Professor Zhou, is this your companion?"

"No, someone spilled wine on her, and I couldn't bear to see it, so I gave her my coat."

Shen Zhi Xia, who arrived late, looked embarrassed for a moment but quickly put on an impeccable sweet smile.

"Hello, Professor Zhou, I'm Shen Zhi Xia. Uncle Qi told me that you are the most authoritative cardiac surgeon in the country."

Zhou Zhi raised his hand, and Shen Zhi Xia immediately reached out, only to find that he just pushed his glasses.

The man's expression was indifferent. "Hello, Miss Li."

Shen Zhi Xia, who had awkwardly withdrawn her hand, twitched the corner of her mouth. "...Professor Zhou, my last name is Shen."

"It doesn't matter."

Zhou Zhi completely ignored Shen Zhi Xia, whose face had turned pale, and turned to look at me.

"It's cold now, easy to catch a cold. It's better to find her a piece of clothing to change into."

Mr. Qi hurriedly asked someone to take me to change clothes, while Professor Zhou stood among the crowd like a star, walking upstairs to the VIP area with Mr. Qi.

...

While changing clothes in the lounge, Qi Yu came in.

He stared at the suit coat placed on the sofa, his gaze dark and unclear.

"Don't use things belonging to other men casually."

I turned my back to him, changing clothes without looking back, just lightly tugged at my lips and smiled silently and dryly.

I was all too familiar with this kind of conversation.

For example,

"Li Xiang, I don't like you painting your nails. Don't do it again."

"Long hair looks better. Don't cut it anymore."

"Li Xiang, Zhi Xia is my sister. Don't argue with her."

"Huo Dong Hai is just joking. Don't get angry with me."

...

In his eyes, I should be an obedient little cat.

If I dared to extend my claws in rebellion, he would use pliers to pull out my claws one by one.

Even though it would make me hurt and bleed.

After changing clothes, I turned around and walked up to him.

From Qi Yu's handsome and deep brows and eyes, I saw my own pale and ugly face.

"Qi Yu, let's break up."

The previously calm man suddenly changed his expression. Veins bulged on his forehead. "What do you mean?"

I spoke calmly, "Literally, I think you understand."

Qi Yu stared at me tightly, his breathing gradually becoming rapid. I rarely saw him lose his composure like this.

"Just because I don't want that child?"

As soon as the child was mentioned, the courage I had mustered up disappeared in an instant.

Tears unknowingly filled my eyes, and I quickly wiped them away.

"It's not just about the child. I just suddenly realized that no matter what happens, you will never put me first."

QiYu's face twisted in anger. "What are you talking about? I've always cared about you!"

I took a deep breath, trying to keep my voice steady. "You care about me, but you care about yourself more. Your ambitions, your reputation, your family's expectations—they always come first."

"That's not true!" he shouted, his voice echoing in the small room.

"It is true, Qi Yu," I said firmly. "I've tried to ignore it, to convince myself that I can live with it, but I can't. I can't keep sacrificing my own happiness for yours."

Qi Yu's anger gave way to a pleading expression. "Please, don't do this. We can work it out. We can find a way to make it work."

I shook my head, tears streaming down my face. "No, Qi Yu. I've given so much of myself to this relationship, and I can't give any more. I need to prioritize my own well-being."

He reached out to touch my arm, but I stepped back, creating a distance between us. "Please, just give me another chance," he pleaded.

"I've given you so many chances, Qi Yu," I whispered. "But now, I need to choose myself. I need to find my own happiness."

With that, I turned away from him and walked out of the room, leaving Qi Yu standing there, his face filled with a mix of anger, hurt, and disbelief.

I knew it wouldn't be easy. Breaking up with someone you've been with for years is never easy. But I also knew that it was the right decision—for both of us.

As I walked away, I couldn't help feeling a mixture of sadness and relief. It was the end of one chapter in my life, but it also marked the beginning of a new one—a chapter where I would prioritize my own happiness and well-being.