Hiding her pregnant belly and leaving, the CEO's ex-husband cried red eyes

"husband……"

Lu Beichuan has been trying hard to find someone during this period of time, bearing the pain of learning the truth, facing the company's crisis, and the malicious comments on the Internet. His energy has been exhausted to the limit.

Xiao Ming witnessed it and knew that it was indeed Lu Beichuan who made the mistake first, but he still felt sorry for him and wanted to say a few good words to An Xia.

Even if she couldn't forgive him, she should stop stabbing Lu Beichuan in the heart.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, Lu Beichuan stopped him.

"It's all my fault. I promise you, I will atone for all the evil I have caused."

Lu Beichuan's tone was depressed, and he no longer had the arrogance he usually had.

The series of things that happened during this period almost broke him down.

"Really?" An Xia sneered, "Then I look forward to witnessing your funeral on the day they are sentenced to life imprisonment."

"Madam..." Xiao Ming frowned.

What An Xia said was too harsh.

None of them wanted things to come to this point.

"Don't call me Madam!"

An Xia is now on the verge of complete collapse.

Her spirits were stretched to the limit, and perhaps just a simple sentence or a few words could ignite her.

Lu Beichuan gave Xiao Ming a warning look.

Xiao Ming could only lower his head and remain silent.

"Give me the address of Zhao Mei's son."

There was no need to be shy at this point, so An Xia directly asked Lu Beichuan for all the information about the child.

Lu Beichuan took out his phone and wanted to retrieve the WeChat message he had sent her, but when he met An Xia's disgusted gaze, Lu Beichuan's Adam's apple rolled twice in bitterness. He took a pen and paper from the table next to him and wrote down all the messages.

An Xia didn't go in to talk to Song Lanzhi and Ming Xiyu, and left the police station directly.

It would be a waste of words to say to those two beasts.

It’s better not to meet.

After leaving the police station, Xiao Ming wanted to give An Xia a ride, but was ignored.

Lu Beichuan helped An Xia hail a taxi.

"sorry."

Before she got in the car, Lu Beichuan said to her dejectedly.

"I just discovered the model of the storage room now. It was my fault before. I misunderstood you and Lu Zixing. I was too stubborn and stupid. I have always liked you but I didn't dare to say anything. I was too awkward to express myself. You gave me so many chances but I didn't cherish them. They were all wasted. I am sorry for you."

Lu Beichuan's sincere confession came unexpectedly and suddenly.

The words that I once wanted to hear the most seem particularly ridiculous at this moment.

"what do you want to say?"

"Do you want to express that you are actually a very affectionate person? Or do you want to express that you want to put aside all misunderstandings and renew your relationship with me?"

An Xia sneered and asked back.

"Have you ever heard a saying? Late affection is cheaper than grass. If you say these words to me now, it will only make me feel extremely disgusted."

Lu Beichuan lowered his head.

An Xia didn't even look at him anymore and got into the car and left.

Xiao Ming looked at the taxi that was leaving quickly and asked Lu Beichuan worriedly, "Mr. Lu, the wife is very emotionally unstable right now. Should we send someone to watch her?"

Lu Beichuan shook his head: "No need. She won't hurt anyone."

She is just too soft-hearted and too kind, that's why she is always bullied.

But all this was because he failed to protect her before.

He enjoyed her unique innocence and kindness, but always ignored the bullying she suffered and even condoned the evil deeds of those people.

An Xia was right, he was the culprit behind this tragedy.

It was he who harmed An Xia, it was he who harmed the child, and it was he who destroyed this marriage with his own hands.

It's all his fault.

As Lu Beichuan had not had a regular schedule for a long time, he swayed weakly and was supported by Xiao Ming in time to prevent him from falling to the ground.

"Call Jiang Qingyu and tell her about this. Also give her the address."

An Jianguo is no longer with us.

Their relationship also completely broke down.

Now the only person An Xia trusts and is willing to rely on is Jiang Qingyu.

At this time, only by asking Jiang Qingyu to go over and accompany her and persuade her could she avoid falling into extremes.

It didn't matter who she took crazy revenge on, but Lu Beichuan was worried that if she fell into extremes and was reluctant to take action against others, she would have no choice but to hurt herself.

"Yes."

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Zhao Mei's son is in the third grade.

When An Xia arrived at the primary school, it was just noon when school was over.

The information Lu Beichuan provided was very detailed, including every class and every seat.

An Xia walked inside against the flow of students who kept coming out.

Soon, she found Zhao Mei's son's class.

Most of the students in the class have left, with only a few left.

I thought that since there were no photos, I would have to ask to find out who was the person she was looking for.

But when An Xia saw the boy standing in the corner carefully packing his schoolbag, she recognized him at a glance.

The boy was very thin and small, and seemed to be two or three years younger than the other children in the class. His facial features were almost similar to Zhao Mei's, as if they were copied and pasted.

His seat was inexplicably spaced far apart, as if he was isolated in a corner.

He slowly zipped up his backpack, carefully turned around and put it on his back, and An Xia was stunned when she saw the bag hanging on his side.

It looked like a shit bag.

Such a young child, with a feces bag hanging on his body?

He put on his schoolbag, but did not come out for a long time. He moved slowly until everyone in the class had left.

The moment An Xia was stunned, he had already walked to the door.

When he saw An Xia, he was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously moved to the side before walking out.

"Kid, you..."

An Xia called him, but didn't know what to say.

The boy paused for a moment, but still took a few steps forward before stopping and turning around.

"If you're looking for a teacher, the office is over there."

He said.

"If you're here to show your pity and want to donate to me, no thanks."

The familiar tone seemed as if he had answered this question hundreds of times.

An Xia was startled: "Donation?"

The boy lowered his head and said, "My mother said that I owed too much to others and I can't owe them any more. So I won't accept donations anymore."

After saying that, he nodded: "My body cannot bow, so I can only thank you like this. Thank you for your kindness. I will leave first."

Looking at his small back, An Xia felt a hint of bitterness between her teeth.

He stood there in a daze for a long time without coming to his senses.

"Xia Xia!"

Someone called from behind.

An Xia turned around.

It’s Jiang Qingyu who is here.

The moment she saw her friend, An Xia's eyes instantly became moist, and all her hatred, bitterness and grievances turned into tears that kept flowing out.

Jiang Qingyu hugged her lovingly.

"It's okay, it's okay, it will all pass."

An Xia cried for a long time before she recovered.

"I wanted to bring this child to Zhao Mei and torture her severely, so that she could also experience the feeling of losing a child, but...but..."

Hearing An Xia's sad sobs, Jiang Qingyu couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Okay, okay, don't think so much."