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

Xie Jinhuan's case was formally submitted to the Supreme People's Procuratorate where Tang Xu worked for trial. The court will make a formal judgment within two months after accepting the case.

If nothing unexpected happens, the death penalty is a foregone conclusion.

Today, the weather is gloomy and it is drizzling.

A woman holding a black umbrella, wearing a white coat and white high heels walked leisurely to the door of the detention center.

"Doctor Mu, thank you for your hard work in inviting you here even though it was raining." The director of the detention center greeted him with a smile.

The black umbrella rose up, revealing Mu Xueruo's beautiful and elegant face. She smiled faintly:

"Even prisoners have human rights. I am a doctor, and it is my duty to save lives and heal the wounded. It has nothing to do with their identities."

The director quickly agreed, "You are right."

Mu Xuerou smiled, her tone intriguing:

"You are kind enough to hold free clinics for the prisoners in the detention center, Mr. Director."

……

After meeting Tang Qiaoer that day, Xie Jinhuan slept well for several days.

His gold-rimmed glasses were broken, so he just threw them away.

After all, he is no longer the Fourth Young Master Xie or Mr. Xie, but just a death row prisoner awaiting sentencing.

There is no need for those superficial disguises anymore.

The prisoners in the same cell were taken to the free clinic one after another. After an unknown amount of time, his number was called.

Xie Jinhuan was handcuffed and walked out of the cell. After a few rounds, he was taken into a closed, dimly lit room by the prison guards.

The heavy iron door creaked shut.

In the dim room, there was only a desk lamp on the table, emitting a cold and lonely white light.

Xie Jinhuan narrowed his eyes slightly, "You..."

"Thank you, long time no see."

Mu Xueruo, who was sitting at the table with her back to him, stood up, turned around, and looked at him with a smile.

"Mu Xueruo..." Xie Jinhuan's back stiffened and his heart sank heavily.

Mu Xuerou sneered, "What's that expression on your face? I've seen so many disgusting and disgusting prisoners, and I went through so much trouble to come see you. Aren't you moved at all?"

Xie Jinhuan's pale, dry lips trembled slightly, and his voice was hoarse:

"Sir... let you rescue me?"

Mu Xueruo blinked, was silent for a few seconds, and suddenly couldn't stop laughing.

The rampant, shrill laughter echoed throughout the dark room, making the place look like hell.

"Xie Jinhuan, are you still dreaming of seeing the light of day again? Have you been in jail for a few days and your brain has become stupid?"

Mu Xueruo crossed her arms and stopped laughing. She looked at him as if he were an ant, with disgust and contempt. "Even if I rescue you, your body is ruined now, and the Xie family has collapsed. You are a useless person, what can you do for the master?

Sir, I gave you many opportunities, but unfortunately, you didn't make them."

Xie Jinhuan lowered his eyelids and smiled.

I don’t know if it was because he knew his death was approaching, but he, who had no fear of death before, began to miss the world.

"However, the gentleman still asked me to bring a message to you."

Mu Xuerou's eyes were cold and lifeless as she mechanically said, "Thank you for your contribution to Mr.'s career over the years. Mr. will never forget your contribution."

As soon as she finished speaking, she placed a syringe filled with transparent medicine in front of Xie Jinhuan.

He stared at it, his voice hoarse, "So... Mr. asked you to come to see me in order to kill someone and silence him?"

"This is not called silencing someone, this is called crisis management."

Mu Xuerou shrugged disapprovingly, "Mr., none of your people can fall into the hands of the police. This is Mr.'s rule."

Xie Jinhuan's shoulders were shaking, and his whole body seemed to be broken at the slightest touch:

"I don't have much longer to live... Sir, are you unwilling to give me even these last moments?"

"Xie Jinhuan, you should be satisfied."

Mu Xuerou shook her head and said, "If it weren't for the rescue of you back then, you and your mother would have been killed in Sen Country without anyone noticing. How could you have enjoyed such a glorious life in front of everyone for more than a decade?

Your life was given to you by your master. Now that he wants to take it back, you should not have any complaints.

This drug, if injected now, will remain dormant in your body for 48 hours. If you calculate, you will die painlessly in your sleep. It is much more merciful than being executed or dying of an illness and vomiting blood. "

A few minutes later.

Xie Jinhuan knelt on the ground, his face ashen, completing the injection without any feeling, yet it felt like a capital punishment.

Putting away the syringe, Mu Xueruo put her hands in the pockets of her white coat, without even looking at the dog-like man, and walked towards the closed iron gate.

"Jin Enrou!" Xie Jinhuan suddenly called out, using another name.

Mu Xueruo's body suddenly froze, but she didn't turn around. Her voice was sinister and dark:

"Who are you calling? You called the wrong person."

"Just like this, following Mr. around like a killing machine, doing all kinds of evil things without any humanity... will you get what you want?"

Xie Jinhuan bent his body and laughed mockingly, "Even if you change your skin a hundred times, even if you start over a thousand times, ten thousand times...

Shen Jingjue only has Tang Qiaoer in his heart. He will never even look at you! It is even more impossible for him to... fall in love with you!"

"Really? Maybe not."

Mu Xuerou also laughed, her eyes bright as a sharp scimitar, "Besides, how do you know that I didn't get what I wanted?

Being able to stay by my husband's side is what I want. I, Mu Xuerou, only move forward and never look back. "

……

After leaving the detention center, Mu Xueruo immediately drove back to her villa, took a nice bath and smoked some incense to wash away all the bad luck.

She blow-dried her hair, wrapped herself in a red silk nightgown, and as soon as she opened the door, she was startled!

"Miss Mu."

Li Huan stood straight at the door, looking at her expressionlessly, "Come downstairs, the master is waiting for you."

Mu Xuerou bit her lip and said, "Okay, I'll clean myself up and change my clothes..."

"No need. In the eyes of Mr., it makes no difference whether you wear clothes or not, or what you wear."

Li Huan said, and turned away, "Please hurry up, the gentleman doesn't like to wait for people."

Mu Xuerou suppressed her inner annoyance and followed the man closely.

Downstairs, Shen Jingzhe was sitting leisurely on the sofa, holding the purple clay teapot in his slender hands and pouring the first cup of tea on a Buddha tea pet.

"Sir, what brought you here? I wanted to come back to take a shower, change clothes and report to you."

Mu Xuerou walked softly to the man and gazed deeply at his gentle and elegant face, which was both ancient and modern. "I know you are very clean. I have been to such filthy places, and I dare not go to see you without cleaning myself up."

Shen Jingzhe smiled faintly, "I just came to see you when I was passing by."

"It has been done. Xie Jinhuan will die of cardiac arrest in 48 hours. In addition, there were serious problems with his internal organs, so even an autopsy would not reveal any problems." Mu Xueruo's eyes sank.

Shen Jingzhe nodded slightly, "Xue Rou, you've worked hard."

"I have investigated. Before I went to see Xie Jinhuan, Miss Tang went to see him. Miss Tang became suspicious of you so quickly. It is possible that Xie Jinhuan leaked the news."

Mu Xuerou sneered, "Fortunately, you are wise and intelligent, and dealt with this hidden danger in time."

"Xie Jinhuan won't tell you, not because he doesn't want to, but because he's afraid of me and he doesn't dare."

Shen Jingzhe picked up the teacup, put the cup under his handsome nose, and sniffed the tea fragrance. "He never understood me, but I saw through him completely. This is the source of his fear."

Mu Xuerou didn't understand this man either, but she was still happy:

"Anyway, although the experiment failed, your hidden danger in Shengjing is gone. You can breathe a sigh of relief now."

"No, not yet."

Shen Jingzhe took a sip of tea, his eyes dark, like an undercurrent, like an abyss, "I calculated and realized that I should wake up.

He has Miss Tang and a group of capable friends by his side, so he may be able to get through this disaster."

Mu Xuerou approached and lowered her voice, "So, what you mean is..."

"I heard that Miss Tang has a very capable 'sister-in-law' who is an expert in brain science?"

Mu Xuerou was stunned. "You are talking about... the young master of the Liu family, Liu Suifeng?"

Shen Jingzhe lowered his eyebrows, drank tea, and said indifferently:

"This person cannot stay in Miss Tang's team, and cannot stay with my brother."

Li Huan immediately perked up, "Do you want me to do it?"

"Killing someone isn't the only way to get him to leave."

Shen Jingzhe twirled the teacup with his fingertips, wanting to smile but not laughing, "Letting his heart die can also achieve the same effect."

*

After Shen Jingjue was taken back to Shengjing by Shen Guangjing, he was secretly sent to a top private hospital for treatment.

He also ordered that no one except family members was allowed to visit.

Especially the people from the Tang family.

Tang Qiaoer would wait outside the hospital gate every day, from dawn to dusk and then back to dawn again.

After a heavy rain, the weather became colder and colder.

Tang Qiaoer looked at the lighted windows of the hospital building. She didn't know which window the man was sleeping quietly behind.

She blew out white mist towards her frozen red hands, and her little face and ear tips were also frozen red.

"Miss, please go wait in the car. You have been standing outside for a long time." Lin Su handed her a cup of warm coffee, his eyes full of heartache.

"Before, Jing Jue often did this, standing outside my house, waiting for me, many times."

Tang Qiaoer's eyes were moist and she smiled softly, "This time, it's my turn to wait for him."

Lin Su lowered his head, not knowing how to comfort her, as if all words were inadequate and powerless to express his meaning.

He knew that the eldest lady really wanted to do something for Mr. Shen.

But because I can't get close, I can only wait like this, powerlessly and anxiously, praying silently in my heart.

Shen Jingjue felt that the hardships he had experienced in pursuing his wife seemed to be repeated on the eldest lady.

Is it really necessary?

It's too cruel...

At this time, Lin Su's cell phone rang, and he quickly took it out and answered it.

After a moment, his shoulders trembled in shock, and he stared at Tang Qiaoer:

"Miss, this is bad! Xie Jinhuan had a sudden heart attack and died in the detention center! When the prison guards found him, his body was already stiff!"

"What...did you say?" Tang Qiaoer's pupils shrank violently.

Heart palsy?

On Rose Island, he vomited blood every day, but he was still able to survive. He was taken back to Shengjing, and died of illness in the detention center within a few days?

Is this reasonable? Is it possible?

But before Tang Qiaoer had time to think about it, another phone call came in. It was from grandpa.

"Grandpa!" She picked up the phone immediately, exhaling a cloud of burning white mist.

"Xiao Xiao! Surprise...surprise, he's awake!"