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

a week later.

Shen Tingxiu came out of the conference room and returned to the president's office.

He glanced at the calendar. Today was Leng Jingxing's death anniversary.

He was so busy during this period that he almost forgot.

In the past few years, he would visit Leng Jingxing every year on the anniversary of his death. He hoped that he would see Yun Ruojin every time he went to see Leng Jingxing, but he never did.

He has a powerless sense of destiny.

Xiaojin will not show up.

He knew that Xiaojin had taken away a piece of Leng Jingxing's bones, and that Leng Jingxing would be by her side no matter where she went to the end of the world.

But even if Xiaojin didn't show up, he was still used to visiting Leng Jingxing.

There is still a faint hope in my heart. Even if there is a one in ten thousand chance, Xiaojin will appear?

Shen Tingxiu pressed the phone and said to his secretary: "Bring in a cup of coffee."

Soon, the secretary came in with a cup of hot coffee without sugar and placed it on the desk on the body.

Shen Tingxiu closed the document and said, "Cancel all my schedule for the afternoon. I have something to do."

"Mr. Shen, aren't you going to the closing ceremony of the Global Financial Cooperation and Development Summit?"

This is a summit that emphasizes the importance of cooperation and development in the global financial field and promotes cooperation and exchanges among transnational financial institutions. It is held every three years and is held for a full day each time.

Those invited were all foreign financial capital and important domestic business figures, but some high-level business figures might not be able to spare a whole day, so they would choose a time period to go there. Shen Tingxiu was invited to attend the closing ceremony and summary.

For Shen Tingxiu, it was more important to give Leng Jingxing a cemetery. Whether he attended the summit or not would not affect him.

Shen Tingxiu thought for a while and said, "Send the vice president over for the closing ceremony. When will their dinner start?"

"The dinner starts at 07:30."

"Then you call me and let me know. The vice president will attend the closing ceremony on my behalf. I have something to deal with at the last moment, so I will postpone the dinner party until seven o'clock."

"Okay, do you have any other instructions?"

"It's gone for now, go and do your work."

"Okay." The secretary left the office.

In the afternoon, Shen Tingxiu left the company and went to Leng Jingxing's cemetery.

Shen Tingxiu came to the tombstone holding flowers and saw a bouquet of flowers already placed in front of the tombstone.

His heart trembled, and he stepped forward to pick up the bouquet of flowers.

No one would come to see Leng Jingxing except him.

Is it...

All around Shen Tingxiu, the cemetery was empty except for him.

The flowers looked like they had been there for at least a few hours, and some were wrinkled by the wind.

Is it Xiaojin?Is Xiaojin back?

For five years, he looked forward to the fact that even if Xiaojin didn't come back to see him, he would at least come back to see Leng Jingxing.

So every time he came to see Leng Jingxing, he looked forward to a bouquet of flowers in front of the tombstone, which at least proved that she had been there.

But after five years of waiting, there was nothing.

Now that he saw a bouquet of flowers, he felt hope and fear again.

The hope is because Xiaojin is likely to come back, but the fear is because she is back, but she hides and refuses to see him.

For five years, he couldn't sleep for countless nights, thinking about where she was. He looked forward to her coming back, and told his son so, but day after day, year after year, there was no trace of that woman. .

He had a feeling of despair that she would never come back, and he didn't know what he was holding on to.

Late at night, he would suffer from angina.

For nearly two thousand days and nights, I was in despair every day.

He couldn't figure it out or understand it. He only knew that he was desperate.