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

Shen Jingjue took a deep breath, and the moment he pushed the door and entered the ward, he felt inexplicably nervous.

There is almost nothing that can make him nervous. Apart from his grandfather, Tang Qiaoer is the second person who can make him nervous.

The ward was quiet, with only the sound of medical equipment operating.

Tang Qiaoer was not asleep. She was leaning against the head of the bed, turning her head to stare blankly out the dark window. There were no stars or moon, just a vast darkness. No one knew what she was looking at.

Shen Jingjue's eyes froze and he stopped in his tracks.

At this moment, he seemed to be unable to even breathe. The girl who used to be always optimistic and bright, now looked gloomy, desolate, and weak, as if she would be blown away by a breeze.

After a while, Tang Qiaoer realized that there was someone next to her. She turned around blankly and met the man's eyes as deep as the sea.

"What...are you here for?"

Tang Qiaoer was trembling in her loose hospital gown, the corners of her eyes were red, her whole body was tense, revealing her resistance to men.

Shen Jingjue carried the insulated box and walked towards her step by step, his eyes dark and inky:

"Better?"

Tang Qiaoer sneered, and the blue veins on the back of her hand where the needle was inserted bulged:

"Thanks to Mr. Shen, I didn't freeze to death."

Shen Jingjue recalled the miserable scene of the little woman curled up in the snow, and a nameless anger rose in his chest. He was filled with resentment:

"Tang Qiaoer, for me, you are willing to risk your life and even destroy your own body. Is that interesting?"

Tang Qiaoer's heart skipped a beat, and her already pale face turned even paler, as if all the blood had been drained out.

"I told you, I will fulfill my promise to you. But not on that day." The man's tone was a little tough, perhaps because he was annoyed.

Perhaps because she was ill, Tang Qiaoer became a little stubborn, "Why not that day?"

"I'm in a hurry to find someone."

Tang Qiaoer's voice was hoarse, "Who?"

Shen Jingjue's eyes deepened and Cen Bo's lips opened.

The words went around in his throat, and when he spoke out, he just said indifferently:

"Someone who means a lot to me."

Hearing him say this, Tang Qiaoer smiled, a very bitter smile.

She even regretted asking, why did she bother asking? Didn't she think she was embarrassing enough?

She used to be the most important person in this man's heart. Now, anyone can make him worry about her, and can easily make him break the agreement between them and forget about her.

"Don't do this again in the future."

Shen Jingjue placed the incubator on the bedside, lowering his eyelashes, "It's not worth it to hurt yourself for me."

"It's really not worth it, so... I will never be stupid for you again." Tang Qiaoer lowered her eyes.

That night, she was extremely disappointed, and in his eyes, she was just "not worth it".

The man took out the thermos again and said in a low voice, "That's good."

Tang Qiaoer bit the soft flesh inside her lip, her eyes turned red, and she forced herself to smile cheerfully:

"I said there is no future. Mr. Shen should not have forgotten it, right?"

"Drinking soup is good for your health."

Shen Jingjue looked around and said something else, poured a bowl of fragrant soup and handed it to Tang Qiaoer.

"Take it away! I don't want your charity and concern!"

Tang Qiaoer was suddenly overwhelmed with emotions. She raised her hand with the tube inserted in it and waved it -

The whole bowl of hot soup was spilled all over the man's straight and elegant suit, making it wet and messy.

Tang Qiaoer's smooth forehead was covered with sweat. She curled up at the head of the bed, trying her best to keep a distance from him. It was as if Shen Jingjue's sudden kindness to her had made her feel stressed.

Shen Jingjue's pupils shrank sharply, and then he saw her pair of miserable little hands that had been hidden under the sheets, wrapped up as if they had been amputated.

"Get out...get out!" Tang Qiaoer tried to hide her injured hand again and cried.

She will never learn to show weakness.

I even disdain to do that.

The hot soup soaked through his clothes, and was extremely hot, just like his temperature at the moment.

But Shen Jingjue had no time to care about it. He leaned over and grabbed her wrist, and stubbornly brought her into his arms:

"Let me see, does it still hurt?"

"Let me go...!" She struggled, her eyes full of tears.

"Don't move, you're still injured!" Shen Jingjue's breathing became heavier and the ten fingers holding her slender wrist tightened.

Tang Qiaoer had tears in her eyes, and a pair of white little "pig trotters" swayed under the man's eyes.

It's very miserable, very funny, yet also very lovable and adorable.

Memories of the past emerged in Shen Jingjue’s mind.

He stared at her, his eyes, which had been cold for too long, now darkened.

The next second, his mind went blank, and his thin lips, which had become dry after being idle for too long, suddenly kissed Tang Qiaoer's soft, trembling lips, and his handsome nose touched her slightly moist, fleshy nose.

Their breathing was entangled, and Shen Jing felt that his kissing skills were obviously too clumsy, like a young boy who had just fallen in love, and his teeth hurt the tip of Tang Qiaoer's tongue.

But she just accepted it silently.

Even if it was such an inappropriate kiss, she couldn't help herself and sank into it unconsciously. It was like she had drunk all the bitter medicine in the world, even if it was a piece of candy found in the broken glass, sharp and thorny, she could swallow it.

Shen Jing felt the strong, rich masculine scent enveloping, melting, and engulfing her...

Suddenly, he felt a dull, explosive pain in his temple and his vision went blurry for a moment, forcing him to withdraw.

Tang Qiaoer stared at his obviously stiff face in a daze. Her trembling lips were kissed until they were smooth and her almond-shaped eyes were full of water.

Shen Jingjue felt that countless demons were screaming, biting, and howling in his head. He bit the tip of his tongue until it was about to break, and the excruciating torture was slightly relieved.

He used all his strength to imprison the demon in his body, so that he could look like a normal person in front of Tang Qiaoer.

Rather than an animal that is neither human nor ghost if it doesn't take medicine.

"Don't be with Shen Jingzhe, and don't see him... okay?" Shen Jingjue felt cold sweat on his forehead and his voice was hoarse.

"We broke up, didn't we? You were the one who brought it up. Why do you have the right to influence my choice now?"

Tang Qiao'er's eyes were red, and she deliberately provoked him, smiling teasingly, "Why... can't you bear to see that what once belonged to you is about to become someone else's in the blink of an eye?

Is it because you can't bear to see me, or is it because you still have me in your heart?"

"We're in love, I just... don't want you to get hurt again."

Shen Jingjue could no longer bear it, his trembling hands could not help but reach into his suit, trying to find medicine, "I've said what I need to say. Tang Qiaoer, you may not listen, but I, Shen Jingjue...will never harm you."

After saying that, he quickened his pace and walked towards the door.

"What happened just now?" Tang Qiaoer suddenly called him.

Shen Jingjue's feet froze and he closed his eyes. "Good night."

"Shen Jingjue, you know how to torture me." Tang Qiaoer burst into laughter.

The man strode away.

Tang Qiaoer curled up her delicate body and hugged herself tightly, savoring the kiss just now, feeling extremely distressed.

She couldn't tell whether this kiss was because he still loved her or because of his instinctive love for her that was deep in his bones.

Without love, life is too long.

But there is love, and it is too choking.

*

At twelve o'clock midnight, Shen Jingzhe secretly arrived at the capital airport of Sen State on a private plane.

Accompanied by Mu Xuerou and Li Huan, the luxury car sped through the night.

The silence in the car was depressing. Shen Jingzhe had taken medicine and closed his eyes to rest all the way. Li Huan was driving, and Mu Xuerou didn't dare to breathe beside him.

She had followed her husband for so long, so of course she knew who he was going to meet after coming all the way to Sen Country.

Thinking of that man, the gentleman who always loved to smile became gloomy and taciturn.

It was unknown how long it had been, until the luxury car stopped outside a vintage, magnificent, yet mysterious manor, that Mu Xuerou called out respectfully in a low voice:

"Sir, sir? We are here."