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

Dean Wang looked at Qiao Yan with an unpleasant expression: "Qiao Yan, tell me honestly, have I ever let you down?"

"I never urged you to pay the money when you couldn't pay, and I even advanced the money for you several times."

The man's chest heaved. "Did I chase you away? I'm also asking people to help find your sister's heart source!"

Qiao Yan pursed her lips and said, "Uncle Wang, I know that I have been causing you trouble for the past year, but you also know my father's situation. He can't be bothered anymore."

"I still have 300,000 in my card, you can take it all."

Academician Wang said with a cold face, "Now that President Li has said that anyone who dares to take you in will die. What's more, he is now the major shareholder of this hospital."

"I'll give you one day to contact other hospitals."

After saying that, Dean Wang led his people away.

Qiao Xin anxiously grabbed Qiao Yan's arm, her eyes reddened: "Sister, what should I do?"

Qiao Yan pursed her lips tightly: "You just said the wrong thing."

"Uncle Wang is the dean. You exposed him in front of so many people. This is a slap in his face."

Qiao Xin lowered her head with red eyes: "I'm sorry, sister, I was too anxious."

"What should I do now? Should I kneel down and beg Uncle Wang?"

Qiao Yan's face turned pale and she shook her head: "It's okay, I'll find a way."

It's useless to ask Uncle Wang for help now. Li Jingxing is taking revenge on her. Even if she has money, she can't move forward.

Villa in the suburbs of Beijing.

Li Jingxing asked her to beg him, but it was not just a simple beg.

Qiao Yan walked to the outside of Li Jingxing's villa. She stood outside with an umbrella, thinking blankly for an hour.

It was raining and foggy. Qiao Yan stood outside the villa with an umbrella and rang the doorbell. The door opened and the housekeeper was slightly surprised to see the person in front of him: "Madam?"

"Butler, call me by my name."

The housekeeper paused after speaking, realizing that he had called her the wrong name, and quickly changed her name to "Miss Qiao."

Qiao Yan stood outside the door holding an umbrella. She couldn't get through to Li Jingxing on the phone, so she could only find this place based on her intuition.

Qiao Yan nodded with a faint smile on her face: "Is Li Jingxing here? I have something to ask him."

The housekeeper opened the door and said with a complicated expression: "The master just came back not long ago, and he doesn't look well."

This was an indirect reminder to Qiao Yan that now was not a good time to look for Li Jingxing. When the gentleman was angry, he was very scary. No one in the entire villa said a word, and everyone was silent.

Qiao Yan smiled and said, "It's okay, I'll go find him."

The housekeeper could only go up and knock on the door carefully: "Sir, Miss Qiao is here."

There was no sound in the room. The housekeeper stood at the door, not daring to make a sound, fearing that it was the master who was teaching Miss Qiao a lesson.

That's why I let her wait here.

Qiao Yan naturally knew that this man would not easily see her. She was a member of a vulnerable group, so she kept a low profile.

She stood at the door, staring at it and pursed her lips. As a weak woman, she could only wait.

in the room.

The man was sitting at the table in front of the French window, wearing a black bathrobe with a belt loosely tied around his waist, looking lazy and noble.

There was a bottle of red wine on the mahogany table next to him, and his bony hands were holding a glass of red wine.

The man's slender hands held the red wine glass, the bright red liquid was rippling, he lowered his head and took a sip, his profile becoming even colder and more indifferent.

Hearing the knock on the door, he paused slightly, then quickly got up and changed into formal clothes.

After a long while, a man's cold and emotionless voice came from the door: "Let her get in."

Qiao Yan pushed the door open and walked in with a cute smile on her face: "Mr. Li."

"I beg you to show mercy."

The man sat at the table in a suit and tie, expressionless, looking particularly cold and unapproachable.

His face was dignified and dull, and the dim light made his angular features even more perfect.

It seemed that he didn't hear Qiao Yan's voice.

He completely ignored Qiao Yan.

He didn't even look up at her, just busy with the work in his hands.

He looked busy, processing documents.

Qiao Yan clenched her palms, walked in, closed the door, walked slowly towards the man, stood in front of him, and repeated: "Mr. Li, please spare my life."

"My dad has received the punishment he deserved. It was Qiao Yan's fault in the first place. He should never have humiliated you."