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

The sky was gray, and the biting cold rain was mixed with wind and snow. The bad weather made Tang Qiaoer feel even more depressed.

An hour later, Grandpa's car stopped outside the Western Suburbs Cemetery.

Then, the car door opened, and Secretary Xu, holding an umbrella, helped the staggering Shen Nanhuai out of the car and walked slowly into the garden without even getting in a wheelchair.

"Miss, the Western Suburbs Cemetery is not an expensive cemetery. Those buried there are ordinary people. Mr. Shen is so wealthy, does he have any ordinary friends?"

Lin Su looked at Shen Nanhuai's old back and couldn't help but be confused. "And what kind of person could make Mr. Shen not even sit in a wheelchair and brave such a heavy snow to come and pay homage? I'm getting more and more curious."

Tang Qiaoer looked out the window with a gloomy look. After hesitating for a while, she opened the door, got out of the car, and followed quietly behind.

She followed all the way without being discovered.

She didn't know how long it had been before she saw Grandpa and Secretary Xu stop in front of a tombstone, bow deeply, and present a bouquet of white daisies they had prepared.

Because of the distance, Tang Qiaoer couldn't see the name and photo on the tombstone clearly.

But generally, worship is done in the early morning or morning, but my grandfather chose the afternoon, which is somewhat unusual.

"Mr. Shen, it's freezing cold. Your trachea is not in good condition and you can't stand the cold... Let's go back." Secretary Xu looked worried and took off his coat to put it on the old man.

"Cough cough cough...I'm fine."

Shen Nanhuai stared at the girl's brilliant smile on the tombstone, his voice extremely hoarse, repeatedly crushed by guilt, "What a good child, I am the one who let her down... it is our Shen family who let her down...

I don’t know if I can survive until this time next year. So… let me stay with this child for a while longer.”

Tang Qiaoer, who was hiding behind the tree trunk, felt a dull pain in her heart when she heard this.

Before he could think about it, a middle-aged woman with simple clothes and white hair walked up to Shen Nanhuai and stared at the old man with her scarlet eyes:

"It's you?! How dare you... come to see my daughter?!"

Secretary Xu immediately stepped forward, staring at the woman warily, and protected Shen Nanhuai behind him, but was gently blocked by him.

Tang Qiaoer witnessed everything and her heart was beating wildly.

"Ms. Chen, I have been feeling deeply guilty about your daughter's death. Xiao Meng worked for our Shen family back then. She was diligent, hardworking, and smart. We all liked her very much."

Shen Nanhuai coughed heavily and took a step forward, his expression both guilty and humble, "For such an accident, our Shen family is also to blame. Even after so many years, I have not let Xiao Meng go.

I say sorry again..."

After saying this, Shen Nanhuai bowed deeply and tremblingly towards the woman.

"Accident?"

The middle-aged woman smiled with tears in her eyes, "If it was an accident... would you sneak here to pay tribute to my daughter? How Xiao Meng died... you know it very well!

She was killed by your Shen family's eldest young master!"

These words were like thunder in Tang Qiaoer's ears, causing her pupils to shrink violently!

The daughter of Ms. Chen should have been a servant of the Shen family, but she eventually died in a so-called accident.

And the culprit she kept accusing was actually Shen Jingzhe? !

Secretary Xu stepped forward and changed his expression, "Ms. Chen! Our Mr. Shen sympathizes with your daughter's experience, but we need evidence for everything! Otherwise, we can sue you for defamation!"

Faced with the sharp accusations, Shen Nanhuai pursed his lips and remained silent, with a sad look on his face.

"Haha...it's been twenty years, and even my daughter's body was cremated by you. How can there be any evidence? You, the Shen family, are so powerful that you bribed and threatened my family in order to protect your crazy and perverted eldest son! You used my son and my husband as hostages to force me not to investigate the cause of Xiao Meng's death...

For so many years, for the sake of my living relatives, I endured humiliation and hatred, and lived a life worse than death for twenty years. In these twenty years... I dreamed almost every night that my daughter cried to me and asked me why I didn't seek justice for her..."

The woman burst into tears and beat her chest, "I'm sorry to my daughter. I'm not worthy of being a mother! If I don't seek justice for Xiao Meng... How can I face her down there?!"

A gust of cold wind whistled past, causing Tang Qiaoer to shiver slightly, and her eyes became increasingly dim.

The woman cried and laughed at the same time. She was on the verge of a breakdown when facing the relatives of her enemy:

"Now, my husband is bedridden and will not live for many months. My son also died in a car accident last month. I have nothing left in this world.

Now, I live with only one thought in mind... to seek justice for Xiao Meng! I want the eldest young master of the Shen family to admit his crime and pay the price! "

Tang Qiaoer felt deeply saddened.

The elderly send off the young, it really is fate that picks on the unfortunate people!

But what concerned her more was how Shen Jingzhe, who was only a fourteen-year-old boy at the time, could have killed a living adult girl?

"Ms. Chen...I understand your feelings..."

Shen Nanhuai gasped hard, holding his aching heart, and spoke with difficulty, "But, your daughter did die in an accident, and it has nothing to do with my eldest grandson."