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

“Waaaaaaaaaa…” Ji Yanzhi collapsed on the table and sobbed, his entire body in a state of collapse and tearing.

After watching the surveillance video, Qiao Yan's mind went blank. She almost bit her gums and said, "I want to see someone."

She didn't believe that Li Jingxing died just like that.

This man is so lucky, how could he die so easily?

"Ji Qian'an, take me to find him." Qiao Yan's voice was hoarse and her eyes were bloodshot.

Ji Qian'an's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked at Qiao Yanzhi coldly: "Okay, I'll take you to see him."

All Qiao Yan saw was the video of Li Jingxing being pushed into the crematorium, and the evidence from the crematorium that the ashes were taken away by Li Jingxing's biological father.

When Qiao Yan saw the man, who looked like a bloody corpse, being pushed into the crematorium, her blood began to flow back. She stood stiffly in place, her body shaking uncontrollably.

Qiao Yan felt a chill running straight up to the top of her head, causing the hairs on her body to stand up and her teeth to tremble slightly. She exuded a bone-chilling chill.

The coldness came over her, almost suffocating Qiao Yan.

She never thought of really killing Li Jingxing, and she never thought of being afraid of him.

Li Jingxing is dead.

He is really dead.

It all seemed like a dream, a sudden nightmare that trapped her deeply, unable to extricate herself.

Qiao Yan walked out of the prison. She stood on the steps and looked up. The woman's throat was filled with bitterness and her chest felt heavy as if a huge rock was pressing on it, making it hard for her to breathe. Her Adam's apple and entire shoulders were shaking.

She had been entangled with Li Jingxing for so many years, and never thought that one day this man would be gone so early.

Her youngest and best years were wasted on this man.

Now he is dead.

Qiao Yan was not as happy as she had imagined.

She seemed unable to be happy all of a sudden.

She seemed to have killed Li Jingxing.

Ji Qian'an is still investigating who brought Li Jingxing to this place.

Ji Yanzhi cried so hard that she almost died. Her eyes were so red and she was so sad that she didn't have the brain to do anything. She was completely supported by Ji Qian'an.

Qiao Yan walked out. She had been extremely calm and composed the whole time. The woman tried to suppress her emotions all the way. When she walked out of the prison, there were deep nail marks on her palms, almost bleeding.

Qiao Yan found that she could not control her emotions at all.

Li Jingxing is really dead.

She couldn't be happy.

The woman's heart was tightening and aching, and it seemed as if it was tightening to the point of suffocation.

This man whom she once loved the most, and also the man whom she once hated the most, a man whom she had loved and hated, suddenly disappeared from her world.

Qiao Yan didn't even have the time to see Li Jingxing for the last time.

She didn't even get to see his ashes for the last time.

Li Jingxing's biological father, Li Tingzhan took his ashes away.

Qiao Yan couldn't tell whether she felt more hatred, guilt, or a trace of love for Li Jingxing's death.

She can't tell.

Qiao Yan's brain felt like it was about to explode. The cracking and exploding pain made her face pale, and the pain in her head made it impossible for her to calm down.

She couldn't cry, she just felt like God was playing the biggest joke on all of them.

They are just NPCs, and this is just the ending God has set for them.

After Li Jingxing died, the man left all his inheritance to Qiao Yan.

Li Jingxing hired a lawyer to notarize his will a long time ago.

If he dies unexpectedly one day, all the assets under the man's name will belong to his ex-wife.

When the lawyer found Qiao Yan, the woman opened the door and her face was as pale as paper.

"Hello." Qiao Yan's voice was hoarse.

She has not gone out these days, nor has she answered Qiao Zheng's calls. Qiao Yan locked herself in the room and refused to go out.

She wanted to calm herself down.

She wanted to be alone for a while, didn't want to see anyone, didn't want to talk to anyone.

The lawyer was slightly stunned when he saw Qiao Yan. The woman in front of him was beautiful, but her cheeks and lips were very pale, and she didn't look very well and was very thin.

"Ms. Qiao, I'm Mr. Li's lawyer."

"This is what he asked me to give to you."

"All the assets, stocks, company shares, properties, cars, etc. under his name will be inherited by you." The lawyer handed the documents and contract in his hand to Qiao Yan.

Qiao Yan's fingers felt extremely hot. She listened to the lawyer's words in a daze, revealing an indescribable smile: "Why did he give these things to me?"

Shouldn't he hate her?

Why did Li Jingxing give her all the property under his name?

The lawyer said in a low voice: "You are the only heir designated by President Li."

"As for why Mr. Li wants to give it to you, I can't read his mind."

"Feel sorry."

"However, he said that he would give it to his wife, Qiao Yan, that is, you."

Qiao Yan stared at the lawyer in a daze: "I'm his ex-wife."

"We got divorced."

The lawyer left, leaving the contracts and documents on the table.

Li Jingxing gave all his assets to Qiao Yan. After his death, Qiao Yan inherited this huge fortune.

In an instant, she went from being a lowly worker at the bottom of society to a billionaire.

Qiao Yan sat on the sofa, looking ahead with empty eyes, a voice constantly echoing in her mind.

Why did Li Jingxing do this?

he loves her?

Qiao Yan just felt that it was impossible. How could he fall in love with her?

She had not been able to warm the man's cold and hard heart for all these years. He once said with his own mouth that he would never fall in love with her.

He said that he would never fall in love with her in his life.

Qiao Yan never took the sweet words a man said in bed seriously. She was scared and hurt all over, and she dared not believe the sweet words a man said anymore.

But he died.

But he left all his wealth of hundreds of millions to her.

Qiao Yan sent him to prison personally, and according to his will, she was still the heir.

Qiao Yan sat on the sofa in a daze, and suddenly burst into laughter. The laughter echoed in the villa, getting louder and louder.

The laughter was mournful and desolate, echoing in the villa over and over again.

The woman on the sofa smiled and tears unconsciously flowed from the corners of her eyes.

By the time she reacted and raised her hand to wipe it away, she had already burst into tears without knowing it, and the tears covered her entire delicate, beautiful, fragile and pale face.

Li Jingxing, why?

Why leave these things to her?

Qiao Yan touched her heart which was spasming and aching. The woman started crying while laughing. Her voice was sad and desperate, and her emotions gradually got out of control.