My ex-husband was in so much pain after I left

Lu Shaoqin is crazy.

Chumega can confirm.

Early in the morning, Lu Shaoqin came to her door to block her, smashing her door frantically.

She came out, saw Lu Shaoqin, and wanted to close the door angrily.

Lu Shaoqin's hand came in, no matter how hard she slammed the door, it was bounced away by his hand.

But his hands were also red and swollen.

Afraid of accidents, Chumijia had no choice but to open the door and let people in.

"President Lu came to my place early in the morning, what's the matter?"

"Where is Yan Jiuli? Where is she?"

Lu Shaoqin didn't want to talk nonsense with her, so he asked coldly.

"You still have the face to mention her?"

Chumijia exploded instantly: "Because of you, she boarded the plane to the United States and died on the way!"

"She's not dead! I saw her last night!"

Lu Shaoqin suddenly went crazy, and stared at Chumijia viciously with an expression of wanting to stare at her.

Even Xiao Mengting, who had just come down from the second floor, stood up vigilantly, as if he was going to rush over to protect Chumijia at any moment.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Chumijia pursed her lips and said tremblingly, "Are you hallucinating, or have you seen a ghost?"

She took out an urn from the side.

Crying was also mixed in the voice: "Didn't all of the [-] bodies on that flight be found?"

"Although I don't know how many people were mixed in here, there must be a few bones that belonged to Ali. I brought them back."

"No! This is not her! As I said, she is not dead!"

Lu Shaoqin stared blankly at the urn, and suddenly screamed.

He clearly saw his A Yan last night. She took care of him when he was sick, poured hot water for him, and fed him medicine!
He didn't believe it, but all the evidence proved that Yan Jiuli had died on that trip, and there was no body left...

Apart from roaring, he didn't know how to vent the sadness that was almost overflowing his chest.

His voice was so pitiful, and his eyes were full of despair and terror as if he had been plunged into darkness, which made Chumijia on the side a little dumb.

Only then did she realize that perhaps Lu Shaoqin also deeply loved Yan Jiuli.

It's just that when he didn't know how to love, the entanglement between the two of them was too tragic.

As a result, Yan Jiuli was hurt so deeply that he finally chose to leave.

She didn't even dare to make a sound to provoke this, only the desperate man remained in her eyes.

"She's not dead." He repeated blankly, then turned and ran out: "I will never give up on her. I'm going to find her, and I'll keep searching until I find her."

Lu Shaoqin began to refuse to work, and started wandering aimlessly in the streets.

But most of the time, he stayed at home, sometimes lying on the sofa in the living room, and looking out the door whenever there was a little trouble.

Sometimes I stay in the basement, not eating or drinking, just drinking beer after bottle.

Occasionally, he took an oil painting by Yan Jiuli that he found in the junk pile in the basement, which had been stored in the basement for three years——

It depicts the scene of two people in high school climbing over the wall and running out of the school together.

He silently painted the texture, and then Yin Cheng bent down and kissed the girl in the painting.

The servants of the villa were driven away by him, and the others rarely came back.

He stayed alone, quietly, and worked out all the stomach problems that he hadn't had for many years.

Sunlight streams in through translucent skylights in the basement.

It shines on Lu Shaoqin's side face.

He woke up faintly, but he was at a loss as to what night it was.

He was curled up on the basement floor with beer bottles scattered around him.

He was muttering something, and after a while, he held the painting of him and Yan Jiuli, tilted his head and looked at it quietly.

Watching the midday sun turn into midnight moonlight made his stomach ache like crazy.

Unconsciously, he pressed his stomach, letting the pain turn pale.

"A Yan, I'm sick again." He murmured into the air: "You will still come to see me, will you take care of me?"

"Ayan, I was wrong. I was really wrong. No matter how you punish me, you can, but please don't ignore me."

"Ayan... come back. Please, come back and see me."

When Lu Yichen pushed open the basement door, he saw such a scene.

He was a little surprised that his invincible, even cold-blooded cousin actually let himself live like this now?
Sunken eye sockets, painful expression, stubble all over the place, and traces of vomiting at the corner of the mouth...

And his whole body, tightly curled up, has fallen into a deep coma.

Lu Yichen hurried to his side, trying to pull him up.

During the operation, the picture frame was knocked over, splashing a piece of paint on the paper.

Lu Shaoqin opened his eyes in a daze, saw the painting falling into the paint, frantically shook off the man's hand, and knelt down to pick up the drawing paper.

But the drawing paper has long been soaked in paint, and the woman's face was painted on, and it was splashed with bright red.

He desperately wanted to wipe it off, but the harder he tried, the more blurred the pattern on the picture, and in the end, the woman's face was almost a paste.

"Brother Shao Qin! Be sober, my sister-in-law is gone!" Lu Yichen frowned.

He hugged the painting tightly and shook his head frantically: "No, you lied to me!"

Lu Yichen grabbed Lu Shaoqin by the collar and punched him hard in the face.

He was knocked aside, the glass wine bottle was knocked down by him, and rolled to the ground, but he curled up and hugged himself, his voice was full of choking: "She's not dead! I said she's not dead, why don't you believe it?" I."

"Okay! Sister-in-law is not dead."

Lu Yichen said suddenly.

Lu Shaoqin suddenly raised his head, looking at him in disbelief——

Everyone thought he was crazy, but now, someone actually believed his words?

"If sister-in-law Jiuli hadn't died, would she want to see you in such a muddy state?"

Lu Yichen spoke harshly, piercing people's hearts.

Lu Shaoqin looked at him blankly, not knowing how to refute.

"Besides, sister-in-law Jiuli is born... sister-in-law Jiuli cares most about grandpa. Do you think she hopes that the Lu Group, which grandpa created with his own hands, will be destroyed in your hands?"

Lu Shaoqin looked at him blankly, while Lu Yichen took advantage of him being at a loss, immediately pulled him into the car and rushed to the hospital.

When he arrived at the hospital, after some examinations, he discovered that Lu Shaoqin's mild stomach trouble had turned into a perforated stomach.

Lu Yichen was speechless at his cousin's almost self-harming behavior.

I saw him still looking out of the window, persistently asking: "Tell me, if I die of pain, will she come to see me?"

Lu Yichen didn't know how to answer, even though his cousin was stubborn and insisted that his sister-in-law was still alive, he probably already admitted in his heart——

Yan Jiuli must be dead.

He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the empty air. In his eyes, there were complaints, sadness, accusations, and grievances...

He was almost crying, and kept repeating: "A Yan, do you really don't want me anymore?"

His voice was so bleak that even someone as powerful as Lu Yichen would still get goosebumps from him.

Simply, his encouragement was somewhat effective, and Lu Shaoqin finally cheered up a little.

He raised his head, looked at Lu Yichen, and then said: "Yichen, please disclose the news to all the media, saying that the president of the Lu Corporation has a terminal illness and only has one month to live."