After filing for divorce, the hidden marriage boss panicked

Not long after the frost, the hot air also dissipated, and winter in H City gradually came.

Pieces of heavy snow fell outside the window, decorating the whole city beautifully, like a painting.

Today is the last day of December, and it’s also the long-awaited New Year’s Eve.

The whole city was shrouded in gorgeous fireworks, and lovers and happy families could be seen everywhere in Times Square, cuddling tightly and counting down together to welcome the new year.

"Ten...nine...eight...seven...six...five...four... Three...two...one!"

When the countdown on the big screen ended, the crisp and sweet New Year's bell rang in Times Square.

Immediately afterwards, huge fireworks soared into the sky, blooming with colorful light, lighting up the sky instantly.

“Happy New Year~”

The bright fireworks over the center of the city turned half the sky red, and the ears were filled with deafening cheers. The whole city seemed to become extremely lively at this moment.

An hour ago, the assistant told Li Fei that there was a call from the central hospital and she needed to go there immediately.

The New Year's Eve performance had just ended, so I hurried to the hospital without taking off my makeup and changing clothes.

"The patient has multiple organ failures. I'm sorry, we have tried our best!"

The attending doctor took off his mask and walked out of the emergency room, shaking his head helplessly at the family members.

They tried their best to save the patient for three hours, but unfortunately they failed.

"No... no... Wan'er's condition obviously improved yesterday. She wouldn't leave me so cruelly."

"Doctor, I beg you, think of another way to save her..."

After Zhao Jiaqiu heard the doctor's words, his head felt as if he was struck by lightning. His whole body was shaking so hard that he staggered and almost became unsteady and stepped back.

The heartbreaking cries echoed throughout the corridor. Her daughter tried so hard to survive, why was her fate so unfair?

"I'm really sorry, Ms. Zhao. We understand your mood very well and ask for your condolences!"

The attending doctor was also in a dilemma. He helped Zhao Jiaqiu sit down on the bench next to him, sighed softly, and left.

When Li Fei rushed to the hospital, he only saw Zhao Jiaqiu's face as pale as paper, sitting slumped on the bench in the corridor with empty eyes.

For a moment, it was as if his soul had been drained out.

"When did the person leave?"

Li Fei's voice was calm, and he didn't even shed a single tear.

She walked over and sat down in an empty seat separated from Zhao Jiaqiu.

"Half an hour ago, the doctor declared that resuscitation was ineffective."

"She kept wanting to see you while she was lying in the hospital bed. Why didn't you even agree to her simple request?"

"My Wan'er..."

Zhao Jiaqiu's choked voice was full of questioning. He covered his mouth and cried until he couldn't stop crying. His chest felt like a deep cut with a knife, and he was so painful that he couldn't breathe.

Li Fei remained silent and did not speak, letting Zhao Jiaqiu complain in his ears.

Anyway, she has been disliked since she was a child, so it doesn't matter what she says.

Zhao Jiaqiu cried heartbrokenly. She just watched quietly, her eyes as calm as a lake.

Their most precious daughter, her fraternal twin sister Li Wan, died on New Year's Eve!

When I learned the news, I was somewhat surprised.

Li Fei had heard that she had basically been unable to leave the hospital in the past two years. She had also made several voice calls to her through social platforms, hoping to meet him in person.

I just didn't expect that she would leave without any warning.

"Your sister...is gone...from now on, mom will only have you."

Zhao Jiaqiu sniffed, suppressed the resentment just now, held her hand tightly, his eyes became moist again as he spoke, and his sobs were filled with sadness and mourning.

Li Fei's expression did not change. He subconsciously retracted his hand, raised his eyes to look at her, took out a tissue from his bag and handed it over, saying in a low voice: "You forgot, I have no parents, only a grandpa."

Hearing this, Zhao Jiaqiu was stunned. She kept shaking her head, crying even more sadly, and her words became intermittent: "It's not like this Fei'er..."

Li Fei's heart was like a lead, cold and heavy in her chest, and she didn't want to continue to struggle with her on this topic. After all, now was not the time to talk about this.

She immediately frowned and interrupted: "Okay, stop talking, I'll go see her for the last time."

The deceased was the oldest, and she was her biological sister. Even if there were many differences between her and her during her lifetime, she should still go and see her one last time.

Zhao Jiaqiu covered her face with tears in her eyes. She kept looking at Li Fei. She had a thousand words to say to her, but Li Fei didn't give her a chance and went straight to the morgue.

Li Wan just lay there quietly, as if she was asleep, with her eyes closed tightly, the outline of her face was terrifyingly clear, and her lips were bloodless.

Li Fei walked over, knelt down next to Li Wan, gently touched her pale face with his hand, and called her in a low voice: "Li Wan..."

Her voice was very soft, and her mood was complicated and heavy. Her fingers caressed Li Wan's cold skin, as if she could feel the loss of her body temperature.

She didn't know what words to use to describe her mood at this moment.

His head was empty, and he stood there motionless.

At this time, there was a burst of anxious footsteps.

Turning his head, he saw a tall man wearing a black coat with a stern expression, followed by his assistant Cheng Yang who hurried over.

Cheng Yang didn't expect Li Fei to be there, so he respectfully called her, "Madam."

Li Fei ignored them and consciously moved a few steps to make room for them.

Fu Lingheng's expression was not very good. He pursed his thin lips and looked at the deceased Li Wan. There was something unnoticeable in his eyes. He frowned and turned around without saying a word.

"Condolences!"

"I will handle Li Wan's funeral myself, so you don't have to worry!"

Fu Lingheng's deep voice sounded outside the corridor, followed closely by Zhao Jiaqiu's crying voice.

"Mr. Fu is interested. If Wan'er has a spirit in heaven, she will definitely be very happy."

Separated by a door, how could Li Fei not understand what Zhao Jiaqiu's words meant?

Her lips were bitten until they turned white. She clenched the corners of her clothes with both hands, and the sourness and pain in her heart gradually welled up.

She lowered her eyes to hide her emotions, took a deep breath, turned the door handle and walked out as if nothing had happened.

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In the parking lot at the entrance of the hospital, the cigarette on his fingertips was almost burned out. Fu Lingheng leaned on the back seat for a while and suddenly called Cheng Yang.

Cheng Yang responded and immediately replied: "Mr. Fu, please give me your instructions."

Fu Lingheng raised his hand and looked at his watch. The hands were already pointing to one o'clock in the morning.

He lowered half of the car window and flicked out half of the cigarette ashes, and the moist cold air poured into the car. He said softly: "You can get off work first."

"Yes."

Cheng Yang nodded, then got out of the car and turned around to leave.

The night becomes darker and darker.

Fu Lingheng was sitting in the car, with the dim street lights shining on his cold and three-dimensional profile. There was a thick layer of haze in his eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

At about 1:50 in the morning, after accompanying Zhao Jiaqiu to complete all the hospital procedures, Li Fei dragged his tired body out of the hospital.

She found it funny when she thought of what Zhao Jiaqiu had just said to test her deliberately in front of the funeral home staff.

"Fei'er, Mr. Fu said that he would personally organize your sister's funeral. You shouldn't have any objections, right?"

"If I say I have an opinion, can he change his mind?"

When Li Wan was alive, he competed with her for family and love.

Now that she was dead, Zhao Jiaqiu had to rush to hold Fu Lingheng for her precious daughter and not let go.

how?

After doting on her to death, do you still want to arrange a ghost marriage for her?

The snow was getting heavier. She stood alone in the snow, raised her head and reached out to catch a snowflake. She watched it gradually melt into water in her palm, and her expression gradually solidified feebly.

Fu Lingheng's eyes fell on her, looking at her lonely and slender figure standing in the snow. Her skin was like ice and snow, and there was moisture on her eyelashes. Her beautiful eyes showed a bit of coldness from time to time, and there were many Women are unusually calm.

The feeling in his heart was indescribable, and all kinds of complex emotions were intertwined, making his whole heart feel dull and uncomfortable.

After a long time, he opened the door and got out of the car, took out his cigarette case, lit a cigarette, leaned against the door, and shouted toward the hospital door: "Li Fei..."

As soon as she turned around, Li Fei saw Fu Lingheng standing not far away. She was stunned for a second, and then recovered as before.

She raised her feet and walked slowly towards him, her tone very calm: "Why haven't you left yet?"

"I'll take you back on the way."

On a snowy day, she wasn't dressed thickly, and a cashmere sweater couldn't resist the biting cold wind.

Seeing this, Fu Lingheng quickly took off his coat and put it on her body.

Then, he opened the passenger door for her.

The limousine drove smoothly towards Yunshan Street.

On the way, neither of them spoke. Only Fu Lingheng occasionally turned his head to observe her reaction.

However, her expression was the same as usual, and there was no sign of sadness.

"If you're sad, cry."

Li Fei turned his face slightly and looked out of the car window, looking at the snow that was falling more and more densely. With an indifferent smile on his lips, he said: "What's so sad? The saddest person... shouldn't be you." ?"

He liked Li Wan so much that until her death...he couldn't marry her as he wished.

He should hate himself to death. Why should he pretend to be nonchalant here and comfort her instead?

She had really seen enough of the hypocritical faces around her.

Zhao Jiaqiu is like this, and Fu Lingheng is like this too.

Everyone was obviously confused by Li Wan's delicate and painful appearance, so they pretended to care about her.

Fu Lingheng didn't understand her unreasonable words.

Doesn’t she have a very good relationship with her sister?

Why can't I feel the least bit sad when the person is gone?

You can also say some nonsense. Are you blaming him or questioning him?

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Did I said wrong thing?"

"..."

Fu Lingheng said nothing, his face gradually darkened, he stepped on the accelerator, and the car drove quickly on the road.

Looking out the window, the scenery on the street late at night was split into halos and blurred.

The car suddenly fell into a tense and depressing atmosphere.

Li Fei didn't need to look to know how ugly his face looked now.

That's right, he never bothered to explain everything about Li Wan to himself.

In his eyes, I'm afraid she is not qualified to know this at all.

After sending her back to Fenghuali Villa, Fu Lingheng's car turned around and left without stopping. The moment the car's taillights disappeared, all the disguised strength on Li Fei's face collapsed.

After closing the door, she could no longer control her sadness, letting tears flow out of her eyes uncontrollably like a flood that burst a dam, soaking her clothes.

Look, in Fu Lingheng's heart, compared to Li Wan, she, Li Fei, is just a tool for him to deal with the Fu family!