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

The door was pushed open and Lu Tingshen was pushed in in a wheelchair.

It was dark in the room, so Lu Tingshen asked his secretary to open the curtains, and then the secretary walked out.

"Qiao Qiao." The man pushed the wheelchair over.

"His death has nothing to do with you." Lu Tingshen wiped her eyes with a tissue. Seeing her crying and laughing, he felt distressed: "Don't blame yourself for his death."

"It's not your fault."

"Li Jingxing was transferred to the prison for serious criminals by someone else."

"They are seeking revenge privately. It is none of your business."

Qiao Yan lowered her eyebrows, her eyelashes trembling slightly, her eyes were misty and a little empty, and her voice was hoarse: "Lu Tingshen, my father once had someone break Li Jingxing's hand."

Li Jingxing never told her these things.

And Qiao Yan didn't know that her father would cause trouble for him in private.

If she had known earlier, known that his mother's death was related to her father, and knew that it was because of her, if not for their strong backgrounds, the three of them would have almost gone to jail, Li Jingxing's hand would have been broken.

Maybe Qiao Yan wouldn't be so obsessed with Li Jingxing.

Perhaps this series of events would not have happened later.

Qiao Yan would not marry a man named Li Jingxing and ended up in an unhappy marriage.

Li Jingxing would not have anything to do with her, and perhaps his life would be smooth sailing.

They wouldn't be so deeply entangled.

But fate plays tricks on us.

From the moment Li Jingxing learned about Qiao Zheng's existence, the whole story had already headed towards an irreversible ending.

Why is Qiao Yan the child of Qiao Zheng?

Maybe he once regretted what he had done to her, and they had an unhealthy marriage, and after their divorce, they still maintained an unhealthy relationship.

But with the death of Li Jingxing, everything seemed to have come to an end.

When he died, all the disputes came to an end and no one could argue about right and wrong anymore.

Qiao Yan is still alive, living in the past, living in the future, unable to get out.

Now that Li Jingxing is dead, no one can stand between them anymore.

Lu Tingshen was very glad for this result. No one would compete with him for Qiao Yan anymore.

From now on, Qiao Yan can only belong to him.

The girl he grew up with was his.

Lu Tingshen kept watching over Qiao Yan for fear that something might happen to her. It was not until the woman fell into a deep sleep on the sofa that the man suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

He lowered his head to gaze at the person on the sofa, raised his hands and gently stroked her head, and the shadows cast by his hands gently stroked the woman.

There was obsession and attachment in the man's eyes. His hands gently passed through the air, and the shadow of his bony hands fell on Qiao Yan.

All obstacles disappeared.

It was as if a raging fire was burning in Lu Tingshen's chest, burning and scalding. The secret hidden deep in the man's heart seemed to be about to burst out like a flood.

This was the time he felt he was closest to Qiao Yan.

That real touch, without any obstacles.

The man's eyes were burning with fear, and his intense gaze seemed to burn everything to ashes.

Only when Qiao Yan fell asleep did Lu Tingshen dare to truly vent his surging desires and strong emotions.

He knew Qiao Qiao too well and was afraid of her disgusted look, afraid that she would notice something and stay away from him and distance herself from him.

Lu Tingshen tried hard to restrain himself and finally waited for this day, the day when Qiao Yan finally belonged to her.

The gauze curtains by the window fluttered, and the gentle wind was like a spring breeze.

Lu Tingshen sat in a wheelchair, looking at the woman who had fallen asleep on the sofa, his eyes suddenly becoming extremely gentle.

He wanted to touch her and feel the warmth of her skin, but he was afraid of scaring her.

The man sat in the wheelchair and just stared at the woman on the sofa. Qiao Yan was very beautiful, with skin as white as cream and rosy white, and a beautiful face with exquisite beauty.

She has been a beauty since she was young.

If it weren't for Li Jingxing, Lu Tingshen would have married Qiao Yan.

She should be his wife.

There will be no Xu Xingluo and no Li Jingxing between them.

Lu Tingshen even had a mean thought that if these two people never appeared in front of him, there would definitely be a chance for him and Qiao Yan.

Just the two of them.

Lu Tingshen would never give any man the chance to get close to Qiao Yan again, never again.

He lost to Li Jingxing once, and he would never allow this mistake to happen a second time.

The man's burning eyes fell on the woman's slightly pale skin but still not affecting her beauty in the slightest, and his eyes were filled with determination.

From now on, Qiao Yan can only be his.

No one can take it away.

Two years later.

Two years after Li Jingxing's death, Qiao Yan became famous overnight thanks to Director Zhang's TV series. The vixen she played was almost too beautiful to be true, the woman's enchanting and beautiful face was gorgeous and charming, and there was an indescribable charm in her every move.

She is like a fairy, naturally charming.

Qiao Yan has established a firm foothold in the entertainment industry and is extremely popular.

Ji Yanzhi is Qiao Yan's boss. Li Jingxing's last words after his death were to entrust Qiao Yan to Ji Yanzhi.

It seemed as if the man had anticipated that he would be in an accident or die. His last words had planned Qiao Yan's future and her future in advance.

Ji Yanzhi was particularly shocked and unbelievable that Li Jingxing entrusted his woman to him.

After all, Li Jingxing knew how he felt about Qiao Yan, and no matter how well he tried to hide it, he couldn't, because Ji Yanzhi couldn't hide it at all.

He just wanted to sleep with Qiao Yan in the first place.

The man's face was filled with clear desire and naked pursuit.

Li Jingxing dared to hand the person over to him. He was shocked and astonished, and felt mixed emotions.

Is this the trust between brothers?

Isn’t Li Jingxing afraid that I will really sleep with his woman?

What if, what if he can’t control himself.

After all, Qiao Yan was such a beautiful and charming woman. Just when she stood there and talked, the unique charm and attractive temperament emanating from her body were enough to make people unable to take their eyes off her.

Who the hell can control themselves?

Isn't this a test of his cultivation and endurance as a gentleman?

Ji Yanzhi thought about it countless times. If he accidentally drank a little alcohol and did something wrong, such as sleeping with someone, then it wouldn't be his fault.

Who asked Li Jingxing to bring the meat to his mouth?

It would be better if he died, and asked me to take care of his ex-wife.

Among all the people like Lao Wang next door in the world, he is the only one with a kind heart.

If Ji Yanzhi really slept with Qiao Yan, Li Jingxing would probably crawl out of his grave and strangle him to death.

He thought about it once one night. When he saw Qiao Yan going up on stage to receive an award in a tight long dress with a bare back, he started thinking about other things. He wanted to sleep with her.

That night, he was strangled by Li Jingxing.

Ji Yanzhi was being crushed to death in his dream.