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

Xie Jinhuan held the woman who was like a treasure to him in exchange for all his destruction fiercely in his arms, pressing his palms wet with sweat against her back. He pressed his beloved woman to his chest with all his might, wishing he could rub her into his soul.

"Xie Jinhuan... beast... let me go..." Tang Qiaoer's eyes were filled with scarlet tears and her voice was filled with moisture.

She was angry, yet she showed a pitiful weakness, which coupled with her pretty, delicate and fragile face made it easier for men to be impulsive.

"Qiaoqiao, do you know that the way you are now... makes me want to get you even more right away." Xie Jinhuan's bent body trembled slightly, and a drop of sweat flowed from his forehead as he tried hard to restrain himself.

In my ears, I could hear the man's hot, heavy breathing, full of desire.

"Bastard..." Tang Qiaoer helplessly let him hold her in his arms, tears of resentment overflowing from the corners of her eyes.

The former eldest daughter, full of pride and integrity, was now being manipulated at the mercy of her hated enemy. She felt helpless and desperate, and her life was worse than death.

"Don't be afraid. What I injected you with is just a heavy anesthetic. Once the effect of the drug wears off, it will heal slowly. It won't have any effect on your body."

Xie Jinhuan inserted his five fingers into her cascading black hair, caressing and stroking it lovingly, "But the premise is that you have to behave yourself."

"Xie Jinhuan... finally let... you, a beast, succeed."

Tang Qiaoer's body was tense, her almond eyes bulging with anger. Although she couldn't move, every inch of her body showed her deep resistance to him, "You think... you won?

The Xie Group has collapsed, the new drug experiment is over, Tan Le, Wen Qihan... your so-called trusted followers have all been executed, those who betrayed have betrayed... You have already reached the end of your road!"

Xie Jinhuan still had a smile in his eyes as he listened quietly.

"Now... you kidnapped me, just to use me as a hostage and leave yourself a last resort."

Tang Qiaoer's eyes were red, and she laughed in anger, "Give up on this idea. Even if I die... I will never become your prisoner!"

"Qiaoqiao, you misunderstood me. I never meant to hurt you. I just wanted... to be with you."

Xie Jinhuan stared at her with a sticky, greedy, and thick gaze, as if he wanted to deeply combine her with himself, "Besides, I know you very well. You have been as stubborn as a little wild horse since you were a child. The more I tie you up, the more you want to break free.

So, what you are thinking about in your little head right now must not be seeking death, but how to escape from the island I prepared for you, or to kill me.

What's more, your relatives are all looking forward to your return home, and Shen Jingjue, are you willing to die? If you die, they will be so sad. "

Thinking of Lao Wan, my brothers, Aunt Min and the others, and the realization...

Tang Qiaoer's eyes were red and her chest was heaving violently.

Her trembling heart seemed to have turned into a lonely boat drifting in the turbulent and unpredictable sea, which could be completely swallowed up by the huge waves at any time.

"Qiaoqiao, this Rose Island is specially prepared for you. It is my gift to you."

Tang Qiaoer's nerves tensed up and she gritted her teeth, "Mad dog!"

Xie Jinhuan's voice was rustling and full of passion. His cold lips kissed her forehead, nose tip, and cute little earlobes. "Here, I have planted your favorite roses, white, red... I also cultivated black roses for you. I'll carry you over to have a look later, ok?"

Tang Qiaoer still had a little strength left, which she used on her neck, turning her head randomly to resist his increasingly chaotic kisses.

That kiss was like a sticky and cold snake tongue licking her skin. She felt no love or desire, only creepiness and nausea!

"Qiaoqiao, you are also Shen Jingjue, and you haven't got the marriage certificate yet."

Tang Qiaoer's pupils shrank and her breathing choked.

"He didn't propose to you, and you didn't have a wedding. Not three years ago, and not now. He didn't even put a decent diamond ring on you. That's it. He still has the nerve to call himself your husband? Ridiculous."

Xie Jinhuan gently took her soft little hand, first lowered his brows and kissed the back of her hand, then gently put a huge pear-shaped pink diamond ring that sparkled on her ring finger.

Tang Qiaoer really wanted to pick it off immediately and throw it into the sea.

But she couldn't move and could only let Xie Jinhuan manipulate her and do whatever he wanted.

"Shen Jingjue is too indecisive. After getting you, he is as timid as a mouse and hesitates. Such a cowardly and weak man is really not worthy of you."

Xie Jinhuan held her hand with the diamond ring against his heart, his eyes full of hysterical enthusiasm for her, "What he can't give you, I will give you.

We held a romantic island wedding on Rose Island. The small animals here and the birds flying in the sky were our witnesses.

Here I have a large rose field. I will pick the most beautiful and fresh roses for you in the morning. Isn't this the life you once longed for? "

"I am eager...but the prerequisite is to be with Jing Jue!"

Tang Qiaoer stared at him angrily, saying word by word, "And with you, all of this is meaningless!

Xie Jinhuan, you use all means and schemes, so what? Your heart is a barren land with no grass growing. No roses can bloom, and it will never bloom!"

Xie Jinhuan's smile froze at the corners of his eyes, and his usually pale complexion now looked even more eerie, cold, and sinister.

However, he quickly calmed down, holding her neck with his slender white hands, lowering his long eyelashes, and pretending to kiss the red lips that he had tasted countless times in his dreams...

"Mrs. Xie...where is she?" Tang Qiaoer asked hurriedly, fearing that he would kiss her.

Xie Jinhuan's heart skipped a beat and he was stunned.

Tang Qiaoer felt the pair of dark eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses filled with sorrow. She immediately realized something and asked anxiously:

"What happened to Madam Xie?!"

Xie Jinhuan felt as if his heart was being torn apart by a knife, and every word he wrote was filled with pain:

"My mother passed away."

Tang Qiaoer's head buzzed, "When?!"

"That day, after getting on the plane, on the way to Rose Island, she passed away." Xie Jinhuan's palms felt cold, and perhaps because he felt guilty, he didn't dare to look into Tang Qiaoer's overly sharp and bright eyes.

But, who is Qiaoqiao?

His eyes are as sharp as lightning and his mind is as meticulous as a hair.

The two were so close that Tang Qiaoer took in all his micro-expressions. Suddenly she realized something, her chest heaved, and she glared at him:

"No... that's not right! Madam Xie didn't get sick because of what I said. It was you... you who was behind this!"

Xie Jinhuan pretended to be surprised, "Qiaoqiao, how could it be me? My mother's condition, you know, her body is already at the end of its strength, the doctor said, she may not even live until next year.

At this time, of course I have to accompany her to spend her last moments... How could I possibly harm her? She is my mother, my only relative!"

Those subtle clues were instantly connected in Tang Qiaoer's mind:

"If that's the case, you should have flown to the hospital and tried your best to save her. But you just said that you picked up your mother and went directly to Rose Island, which means you didn't even want to save her from the beginning!"