Pregnant wife ran away with ball, CEO chased her to the crematorium

It was like having a long nightmare.

Yun Ruojin didn't know how much time had passed. She only remembered that she had walked in the desert for a long time. She was tired, thirsty and hot. The desert was endless and she seemed to be looking for something, but she forgot who she was.

Just when she tripped over a stone and fell to the ground, unable to get up again, a man suddenly appeared in front of her.

Yun Ruojin raised her head and burst into tears when she saw the man in front of her.

She remembered who she was and stretched out her hand to him tremblingly, "Jing Xing, Jing Xing..."

Her voice was particularly hoarse.

Leng Jingxing squatted down and said, "Ruo Jin."

He stretched out his hand to her, as gently as ever.

Yun Ruojin seemed to have found the source of life. The moment the two people's hands were about to touch, there was a sudden bang. She watched helplessly as Leng Jingxing's chest was mercilessly penetrated by a bullet. Hot blood surged down.

Leng Jingxing slowly fell to the ground.

"No...no, no!"

Yun Ruojin roared heartbreakingly. She used her last bit of life force to throw herself over, but what she finally threw down was a piece of sand.

Leng Jingxing disappeared, leaving only a pool of blood, and then the desert suddenly turned into a dark place, and nothing could be seen.

Only a man's laughter was heard, "Yun Ruojin, men who fall in love with you will not end well, not even one."

"No, stop talking, stop talking!" Yun Ruojin covered her ears hard, but the demonic voice still penetrated her eardrums.

With a scream, Yun Ruojin opened her eyes suddenly, "Stop talking, stop talking, please stop talking!"

She still covered her ears.

"Xiao Jin, Xiao Jin!"

Shen Tingxiu hugged Yun Ruojin in his arms, "Don't be afraid, Xiaojin, I'm here, I'm here."

His big hands gently patted her back and whispered comfort in her ears.

Yun Ruojin saw the familiar environment in front of her, and her blurred vision became clear.

This is home, the home where she and Shen Tingxiu once lived. She is in her room now.

Seeing the familiar man in front of her, Yun Ruojin cried and said, "Tingxiu?"

"Yes, it's me." Shen Tingxiu held her face, "Ruo Jin, you're back. You're safe now. Chu Xijue is dead, Zhou Ye is dead, and all those bad guys are dead. No one can I won’t hurt you again.”

"Dead...all dead..." Yun Ruojin's voice was trembling.

"Yes, they are all dead." Shen Tingxiu hugged her tightly, "No one will hurt you anymore."

"Jing Xing is dead too." Yun Ruojin's eyes seemed to be possessed, "He is also dead."

Shen Tingxiu didn't know what to say to comfort her. All words were pale and unable to heal the pain in her heart.

At first, no one could have imagined that Leng Jingxing would die so easily, when they were getting married.

And not even the bodies were left.

When rescuing Yun Ruojin, he learned from the guards in the villa that Chu Xijue had already reduced Leng Jingxing to ashes.

Chu Xijue opened the drawer and took out a small bag containing a pair of rings, "Are these your and Leng Jingxing's wedding rings?"

Yun Ruojin took the bag tremblingly and nodded, "Yes, this is...this is the wedding ring between me and Jing Xing. Chu Xijue cut off his finger, wuwuwu..."

"Xiao Jin, I found this ring on the table in Chu Xijue's room. I saw blood in the bag, so I thought the ring must not be his, so I brought it back."