My Best Friend Slept with My Boyfriend - Chapter 17

After handling the formalities for taking a break from school, I began my hospital stay, undergoing regular chemotherapy.

The torment of illness caused me to lose a significant amount of weight in less than a month.

My originally slender wrists now appeared even more frail and frightening.

Whenever there was nothing happening at the company, Zhou Xuan stayed in the hospital room with me, refusing to leave my side.

Lin Xingyue indeed hadn’t shown up at his company again.

But that afternoon, she came to the hospital room to find me once more.

Her face was pale, her expression extremely unpleasant.

I wasn’t surprised at all.

After all, when I compiled the things she had done, along with the photos and chat screenshots I found on Zhou Xuan’s phone as evidence, and sent them to the unit where her parents worked and our alma mater’s group, I guessed she would come looking for me.

Lin Xingyue’s parents were both in the system, their reputation was sky-high.

Moreover, her father was at a critical stage of promotion.

This incident handed a sharp knife to her father’s competitors.

As for the school group, the news had already spread.

Our classmates who knew us were aware that Lin Xingyue and I were best friends.

“Wasn’t she always at odds with Zhou Xuan, urging Li Jiangjiang to break up? Turns out it was for her own gain.”

“Back then, she couldn’t find an internship and insisted on joining Zhou Xuan’s company, which was arranged by Li Jiangjiang.”

“Even stealing her best friend’s boyfriend, isn’t that disgusting?”

“I heard Li Jiangjiang is sick…”

I skimmed through the messages in the group, closed my phone, and looked at the furious Lin Xingyue in front of me.

“Have the guts to do it, but not to take responsibility?”

I mimicked her past smile, but unfortunately, being ill had left me thin and skeletal, making my smile far from beautiful.

“Don’t worry, this is just the beginning.”

Lin Xingyue’s face darkened, and she couldn’t utter a single word.

After she left, Zhou Xuan came in the evening.

His voice was hoarse:

“These days, when you took my phone saying you needed to find something, was it to find those photos and videos?”

“If I hadn’t looked, I wouldn’t have known. You two are truly despicable, doing such things and even recording them-”

Zhou Xuan’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down sharply, and he stepped forward to embrace me.

“Don’t say it, Jiangjiang.”

I replied coldly, “You can do it, why can’t I talk about it?”

“…You clearly said you forgave me.”

His eyelashes trembled violently, his expression overflowing with pain.

“Forgive, and the past can be treated as if it never happened?”

“I always think about these twenty-two years, from when I couldn’t even speak clearly to now, growing into a completely unfamiliar adult. Zhou Xuan, because I confirmed that I love you deeply, whatever you do to hurt me, I choose to forgive.”

“But how did you respond to me?”

“You two, one is my boyfriend, the other is my best friend. So many times, you openly flirted in front of me, was it that stimulating? Or did you think I was so stupid, so slow, that you were certain I would never discover your affair?”

“Zhou Xuan, you are truly disgusting, truly despicable.”

Due to the emotional turmoil, the pain in my stomach surged again.

I leaned against the bed, gasping heavily.

A nurse knocked and entered, administering an IV.

I closed my eyes: “Get out, I don’t want to see you right now.”