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

Qiao Yan's pupils contracted violently. She opened her eyes wide and felt her mind spinning. Her head was buzzing and she couldn't hear anything.

It was as if a black fog enveloped her in darkness, and no matter how she struggled, she could not escape.

Lu Tingshen's attending physician looked at Li Jingxing and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Li, the patient is seriously injured. We have tried our best."

If he had arrived any later, not only would Lu Tingshen not only have saved his leg, but his life would also be in danger.

It is a blessing to be able to save Lu Tingshen's life.

As soon as these words came out, the three men present fell silent.

They knew that Lu Tingshen was seriously injured, but they didn't expect it to be so serious.

Li Jingxing nodded slightly when he heard this, and the man subconsciously looked at Qiao Yan.

Qiao Yan stood there stiffly, her hands and feet felt cold and numb, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

She staggered a few steps, her face was as pale as paper, and she was on the verge of collapse.

When Lu Tingshen's father heard this, his whole body was filled with anger, grief and hatred. He could no longer maintain his gentlemanly demeanor. The man strode towards Qiao Yan with fierce eyes, and he wanted to raise his hand to slap her in the face.

Qiao Yan stood there with a pale face without hiding. Her whole condition was not right.

Li Jingxing intercepted Lu Tingshen's father's hand in mid-air, squeezed it hard, and said in a cold voice: "Mr. Lu, she is my woman."

Father Lu could no longer maintain his composure or maintain a superficial peace with Li Jingxing regarding the fact that his only son was disabled.

He pointed at Qiao Yan's nose and cursed angrily, "You almost killed Qiao Zheng! You come to harm my son again!"

The middle-aged man's eyes were filled with anger and he wanted to eat her. His eyes were red as he roared, "Qiao Yan! Why don't you just die!"

"Get out of here!"

"Don't ever show up in front of us again! Get out of here!!"

Mr. Lu clenched his fingers around the cane tightly, closed his eyes tightly, and his face turned pale, as if he had suddenly aged a lot.

He was too lazy to deal with this mess anymore.

Qiao Yan lowered her head with red eyes, her face was pale and bloodless, and her heart was spasming with pain.

She also hoped that she was the one who died.

Suddenly, the woman's ears were covered by a pair of big hands, and her body was empty. Li Jingxing bent down and picked her up, and the man walked out with big strides.

Qiao Yan tightly grasped the corner of the man's clothes and hid in the man's arms as if escaping. Her body kept shaking and her face was very pale.

Li Jingxing noticed that the person in his arms was shaking uncontrollably. The corners of his thin lips were tightly pursed, and a pang of heartache arose in his heart. The man hugged the person in his arms tightly with his strong arms.

Li Jingxing brought Qiao Yan back to the villa, and Qiao Yan went back to her room as soon as she came back.

There was a small figure curled up on the bed. Qiao Yan curled herself up into a ball and cried heart-wrenchingly in the quilt until her voice was hoarse.

Those waves of broken, suppressed and restrained cries whistled past like a broken bellows, cold, icy and powerless.

Qiao Yan was taken back by Li Yi. It was unsafe to leave such a young child there, as the Lu family would spread their anger to the child.

The little guy sat on the sofa in silence, his eyes red, his head lowered and he didn't say a word.

Li Jingxing stood outside the door and heard the broken and hoarse crying coming from inside. He lit a cigarette and started smoking in annoyance.