The cold-blooded president chased his wife to the crematorium after the divorce

Ji Qi'an frowned when he saw the girl. It was still raining and the weather was cold. He took off his coat and put it on Fu Wenxin. He said in a low voice, "How did you find this place?"

Fu Wenxin raised her eyes and looked inside. She tightened her coat and said softly, "I heard from them that Sister Qiao is here."

She looked up at Ji Qian and said worriedly, "Brother, is Sister Qiao okay?"

Ji Qian'an's eyes were dark. He raised his hand and rubbed the girl's soft hair. His voice was gentle: "Come back with me. Don't get involved in her affairs."

Ji Qian'an is the only son of the Ji family, and Fu Wenxin is the orphan of the Fu family. Grandpa Fu and Grandpa Ji are comrades who have fought in wars and shared their lives together.

Fu Wenxin's parents were both diplomats. They sacrificed their lives to save people in a war-torn foreign country. When Mr. Fu heard about this, he couldn't accept it for a while and was taken to the hospital but could not be saved.

When he was young, Mr. Fu broke one of his legs while trying to save Mr. Ji. The Ji family took in this only orphan out of gratitude.

Fu Wenxin was only ten years old when her parents passed away. This year she is already nineteen years old and is still a student at Peking University.

Fu Wenxin followed Ji Qian'an closely, looking back from time to time. After getting in the car, she leaned on the window and looked outside, with a bit of loss in her eyes.

The room was pitch black, wine bottles were scattered all over the floor, the strong smell of cigarettes filled the entire bedroom, and the smoky white mist was so thick that it was choking.

Li Jingxing has always been calm and self-controlled, and rarely shows his out-of-control emotions in front of outsiders.

Someone once told him that if anyone affected his emotions, he should kill her with his own hands.

Men from the Li family should never act on their emotions, let alone have weaknesses.

"Baby, you've been drinking again." The woman squatted in front of him, frowning her rosy eyebrows, holding his face with both hands: "I don't like the smell of alcohol on you."

The tip of her nose twitched slightly, and she looked at him with her eyes slightly lowered, as if she was not very happy.

Li Jingxing's face flashed with shame and anger. He sat on the ground, holding the bottle of wine and looking at the hypocritical and vicious woman in front of him, and said in a cold and hard tone: "Get lost!"

A fierce look burned in the man's eyes, and he smashed the bottle in his hand against the wall.

The loud noise startled everyone in the villa. Glass shattered all over the floor and bright red wine stained the ground.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Li Yi was standing outside and knocking on the door. He didn't dare to go in without Li Jingxing's order.

When Li Jingxing saw clearly, his vision regained some clarity. Where was the figure of that woman in front of him?

He was hallucinating.

Li Jingxing seemed to have been deeply branded by Qiao Yan, a mark that belonged only to her.

He must have been under that woman's spell.

As soon as Qiao Yan walked out of the presidential suite, she received a call from Chu Qiao, who told her coldly, "Ms. Qiao, the contract between us is no longer valid from now on."

Qiao Yan paused slightly: "Why?"

"Sister Qiaoqiao, is it because of what happened in the box today?"

Chu Qiao's voice was extremely cold and hard: "You have offended a big shot, and our temple is too small to accommodate you."

"Sister Qiaoqiao, I..."

Before Qiao Yan could finish her words, Chu Qiao hung up the phone, not giving her any chance to explain.

Qiao Yan didn't know whether this was the work of Ji Tang or Li Jingxing, both of whom were trying to kill her and not give her a chance to survive.