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

"Qiao Qiao, I know you're awake." The man's brisk laughter sounded above the quilt.

Lu Tingshen sat in a wheelchair, his handsome face pale and weak.

He looked at the person hiding on the hospital bed with gentle eyes and a smile.

Qiao Yan heard his voice and hid under the quilt, not daring to come out and face him.

The gentle and sunny boy was forced to sit in a wheelchair because of her.

He still had a bright future and prospects, but she ruined it.

Qiao Yan didn't dare to face him.

Seeing that she was hiding in the quilt and didn't come out, the man sighed softly. He didn't lift her quilt either, but pushed the wheelchair to her bed with both hands.

Lu Tingshen sat in a wheelchair and raised his hand to cover her with the quilt. His voice was gentle and steady: "Qiao Qiao, do you know?"

"I have been thankful countless times since I woke up that I went to find you that day."

"I saved our Qiao Xiaoyan."

There was a hint of tenderness in Lu Tingshen's eyes, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, with a hint of joy, and his face was full of happiness: "I'm really so happy."

"I was thinking, if I hadn't gone that day, Qiao Xiaoyan would have been buried underground. How pitiful that would have been."

"She is such a delicate person who is afraid of pain."

"I will definitely regret and blame myself for the rest of my life for not protecting my Qiao Xiaoyan."

"If time could go back, I would make the same choice."

Lu Tingshen looked at the person hiding in the bed like an ostrich, and said in a low voice: "Qiao Qiao, I am very glad that I saved you, and I never regret it."

As soon as the man said this, a broken, heart-wrenching and suppressed cry suddenly broke out from under the quilt.

Qiao Yan covered her head with the quilt, she clenched her teeth tightly, and after listening to Lu Tingshen's words, she had already burst into tears, and in the end she collapsed like a child.

She was crying so hard that she almost couldn't cry, and her shoulders began to tremble uncontrollably.

For a moment, the only sound in the ward was the woman's sad sobbing, which was suppressed and restrained.

Lu Tingshen looked at the girl crying in the bed. He couldn't help but sigh and raised his hand to pat her quilt.

"Don't cry, Qiao Qiao."

"Your crying makes my heart break."

The man chuckled, his face full of optimism: "Besides, science and medical technology are so advanced now, maybe one day I will be cured."

He looked down at the mass: "Am I right?"

Qiao Yan was still hiding in the quilt and crying, like a child who was extremely aggrieved.

Lu Tingshen knew that she was feeling guilty and blaming herself, and these were not what he wanted.

She is such a loyal and righteous person. The two of them grew up together and their friendship is better than many childhood sweethearts.

Lu Tingshen only hopes that she can grow up happily and healthily.

Their relationship could go back to the way it was in the beginning.

He didn't need her guilt.

He needed her to be happy.

Lu Tingshen didn't say anything. He was waiting for Qiao Yan to vent all his pent-up emotions.

The man stood silently by, slowly peeling an apple for Qiao Yan with a knife. The man was very patient, and the knife was like an obedient toy in his hand. Soon, a complete apple peel appeared in his palm.

When Lu Tingshen looked up, he saw a pair of red eyes and a pretty little face filled with tears of grievance.

The man smiled and raised his hand to gently wipe her tears: "You've cried so hard that you look ugly."

"Look at you crying like a little cat."