The boss is chasing after the chaebol’s ex-wife, but you can’t afford it

The moment their eyes met, Tang Qiaoer's heart trembled, and her thoughts were like a ball of wool that had been tangled up by a kitten.

How long has he been waiting here?

Waited...all night?

Tang Qiaoer stared at those beautiful, red eyes without blinking, a sour feeling welled up in her nose, and her heart beat fast.

But she remembered again the scene yesterday at the welfare home when he and Mu Xueruo stood under a tree, intimately protecting another woman under them.

Tang Qiaoer's frail body trembled slightly. She turned her sad eyes away from the man's face, and her throat choked and tightened.

She had experienced many hardships in her life. When she was working for Doctors Without Borders, she experienced the most difficult life, suffering from hunger and cold, and even not being able to take a shower for more than ten days. Even at that point, she did not feel

Just as she was about to close the door, Shen Jingjue suddenly stood up, stepped forward, and grabbed the crack of the door with his broad and powerful palm, almost pinching his hand!

"What are you...doing?" Tang Qiaoer lowered her eyelashes and didn't look at him, but she could still feel the man's oppressive and tense gaze.

Shen Jingjue lowered her head, her chest heaving, her hot breath covering her red nose:

"I have been waiting for you."

"What is Mr. Shen waiting for me for? What's more, I have asked my secretary to tell you that I will not see you."

Tang Qiaoer turned away her pale face, her voice trembling slightly, "Go away, I'm very tired, I want to go back to sleep..."

"Tired, but you're up so early?"

Shen Jingjue looked at the woman's soft jade-like face and said in a deep voice, "I remember that you never had the habit of sleeping in. You were always full of energy, waking up early to go boating or working out."

"I'm not always full of energy. I also get lazy sometimes."

Tang Qiaoer shrugged her thin shoulders, her pale lips curled up slightly, and she smiled unnaturally, "There is only one time when I will sleep in. But it doesn't matter, who would care about such a small thing. It's all in the past, and I don't care anymore."

Shen Jing felt his dark eyes shrink deeply.

He recalled that they once lived together and were inseparable.

Every morning after a night of passionate love, she is like a lazy kitten who never seems to get enough sleep.

He was too annoying, too demanding, too obsessed with her.

He would never stop at any one night, emptying himself every time, filling her up, and sucking her dry, until she cried and begged for mercy, and scratched his back until it was a mess, and then he would stop.

"Does the wound on your body still hurt?" Shen Jingjue's voice was muffled and hoarse, and his eyes were unclear.

"It's none of your business. From now on, everything about me has nothing to do with you."

Tang Qiaoer knew that most men could not resist a woman showing her vulnerable side, but the scene yesterday had hit her too hard and broken her heart. She really didn't want to face him at the moment, so she tried to close the door, "Since Mr. Shen already has a new love, please don't disturb my life anymore.

Please go back, I won’t send you off.”

However, the man was too strong, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't close the door.

"If I don't have a new love, then I don't have to leave?" Shen Jingjue looked at her bluntly.

He has always been calm, like dead water without ripples, but at this moment his voice actually revealed a hint of anxiety.

Tang Qiaoer didn't believe what he said, she only believed her own eyes.

What happened yesterday was the trigger for the pain that had been pent up in her heart for days, causing her to completely explode. She became discouraged and wondered if it should just end like this and she should just accept her fate.

So, is God fair?

She was able to be with Shen Jingjue because she was humble and used all means to get it. She thought that after going through so many things, they loved each other forever and this man belonged to her completely.

In the end, God took him away and separated them regardless of whether she lived or died.

Sure enough, if it is not hers, she will lose it eventually.

"Shen Jingjue...we are over."

Tang Qiaoer finally met his starry eyes, took a deep breath, suppressed the grievance that was about to burst out of her chest, and almost gave up several times, "You are so disregarding of my feelings that you come and squat at my door. I asked you to leave but you didn't leave... What on earth are you doing? You are causing me a lot of trouble, don't you know?!"

Shen Jingjue tightened his knuckles while clinging to the door, ignoring her accusations, and continued in a deep voice:

"I just wanted to come and see you."

"Then in what capacity do you come to see me?"

Tang Qiaoer's eyes warmed up, her nostrils twitched slightly, and she held on to the last bit of luck, "Friend? Lover? Old love? Or... someone you can't let go of?"

The man's eyes were as dark as ink. "I don't know."

Tang Qiaoer looked at the expressionless man in front of her, who was as strong as a solid wall. A feeling of powerlessness surged in her heart, and she felt indescribable disappointment.

"Now that you've seen it, you can go."

Unexpectedly, the next second, Shen Jingjue's tall body suddenly pushed the door open. The force was too great, and Tang Qiaoer's body swayed, and she leaned back with a light cry.

The man suddenly leaned over, grabbed her slender waist with the back of his strong hand, and lifted her up, so that their two warm bodies were tightly pressed together.

Their faces were so close that they could hear each other's breathing.

Shen Jingjue could even clearly see the fine, almost transparent hair on Tang Qiaoer's delicate skin.

"You, you let me go..." Tang Qiaoer's heartbeat quickened and she moved in his arms.

But Shen Jingjue felt that the big hand pressing on her waist was exerting force, and every movement she made looked more like seduction and coquettishness.

"You said you were very tired, but I see you have quite a lot of strength."

Shen Jingjue's breathing became heavier. Without saying anything, he picked up the little woman and walked straight to the ward. "Your leg is injured, don't move. Unless you want to live here forever."

A tear welled up at the corner of Tang Qiaoer's eye, and she huddled against his chest in a cowardly manner.

It was only a few steps away, but she wished he could hold her like this forever and walk forever.

Shen Jingjue put down the limp body. The moment his arms felt empty, the strong muscles in his arms couldn't help but tighten.

It was like he was enduring something, a subtle feeling that he couldn't put into words.

I could not bear the sour feeling that was spreading layer by layer in my chest, and I felt uncomfortable all over.

Suddenly, Shen Jingjue's eyes froze, and with the help of the light, he saw -

There were two more silver strands on Tang Qiaoer's temples.

Because her hair was of such fine quality, black and thick, like the finest black silk, the two white hairs looked so eye-catching, to the point of being shocking.

"Hiss...it hurts!" Tang Qiaoer hurriedly stroked her temples and glared at him angrily.

Shen Jingjue quickly pulled out one and said seriously:

"You have gray hair."

Tang Qiaoer was stunned, and the next second, tears welled up in her eyes.

In the past, when they lived together, when she had nothing to do, she would lie on his shoulders while he was working in the study and help him cut off the one or two gray hairs that occasionally appeared.

——"Wow... Shen Jingjue, it's over, it's over, you're getting old! I just had it removed last week, and this week I have it again!"

He raised his head from the pile of documents and smiled at her lovingly:

——"I know you like to play with my hair, so I grew a few strands longer to entertain you."

——"I heard that when a man has white hair, it is a sign of kidney deficiency..."

——"Oh? Really?"

The next second, he pinched her waist and pressed her to sit on his thighs. His hot palms caressed her body restlessly, and waves of intense desire rubbed her nerves:

——"My wife knows best whether I am weak or not."

Tang Qiaoer couldn't hold it in any longer. With red eyes, she slapped his hand away, and the silver thread fell with it:

"Shen Jingjue...I hate you...I hate you so much!"

The man frowned, "Why?"

"Do you know that you can't pull out white hair? It will only grow more and more!"

Tang Qiaoer's face flushed red, and she clenched her fists in anger. "I'm only 26 years old, and I've grown white hair because of worry. It's miserable enough. I don't want to be like you, aging before my time!"

Shen Jingjue looked deeply into her moist almond eyes, her pouty soft lips, and her puffy and cute look.

Suddenly, his mind went blank and his breathing became disordered.

The next second, he bent down, supported his left arm on the side of Tang Qiaoer's head, and his thin lips couldn't help but cover hers heavily, sealing her with a kiss.