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

Qiao Yan's face was pale, her hands were shaking violently, her eyes were filled with sorrow, and her heart felt like it was torn open by a hand, causing her to feel cramped pain.

He looked down at her with an umbrella, looking noble and ruthless, his eyes cold and indifferent: "Think about your family."

Li Yi, who was standing next to him, held an umbrella and handed over a pen: "Ms. Qiao, please sign it. You know my master's methods."

"Your dad is still in the hospital, you don't want him to be thrown out, right?"

Li Yi smiled gently: "What if something happens to your brother or sister accidentally?"

He was clearly smiling, but it was chilling and a naked threat.

Qiao Yan's eyes were bloodshot and she took the pen with trembling hands. The rain was still falling and she was soaked all over, but her heart was colder than her body. She shivered as she signed the agreement to leave the house with nothing.

Li Yi waited for her to finish signing, then curled the corners of his lips slightly, carefully protecting the divorce agreement that would allow his young master to regain his freedom, for fear that it would get wet.

The noble and precious eldest master of their family is not someone that a little girl from the Qiao family can match.

Now, their young master can finally get rid of this woman's entanglement and regain his freedom.

Qiao Yan looked at the man's cold and noble back, her shaking hands clenched into fists, her eyes bloodshot with tears of hatred and regret: "Li Jingxing, the thing I regret most in my life is meeting you."

She was wrong and she truly regretted it.

The price of growing up is too heavy.

The man's knuckles turned white as he pinched the umbrella handle. He turned around with the umbrella in his hand, his face as cold as frost, and smiled coldly: "Qiao Yan, get out of my world."

He looked at her with disgust in his eyes: "If I meet you again, I will make you live a life worse than death."

It was raining heavily. Li Yi waited respectfully at the door: "Master, she left."

The man sat on the chair with dark eyes. He paused with the pen in his hand and said in a cold voice, "Don't tell me about her affairs anymore."

"Yes."

Li Yi asked respectfully, "Master, are you going back to your family? The master has sent someone to urge you."

He saw the man's face turn cold, he lowered his head and dared not breathe: "The master said, you can go back when you have enough fun."

Sir, he is Li Jingxing's biological father. Li Jingxing was born to the man's original wife and is the eldest son of the Li family. The eldest young master of the Li family disappeared in an assassination attempt.

The Li family is a truly prestigious family, a chaebol in Country M, and one of the top five richest people in the world.

The Qiao family is nothing compared to the Li family.

There was deep disgust in the man's eyes: "Let them go."

"Yes."

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, a man with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, a black silk robe draped loosely on his body, stood tall and straight in front of the window.

His eyes were dark and deep, he was shaking a glass of red wine in his hand, his slender finger bones pinched the glass tightly, he tilted his head slightly, with a sexy Adam's apple, he swallowed the wine into his stomach without dropping a drop.

The man watched the figure leaving downstairs with cold eyes.

It's quiet at night.

After finishing his work, the man returned to his room to wash up, and his eyes subconsciously swept towards the bed: "Qiao"

A word flowed out of his throat, and there was a pause for a moment, and time was spreading.

The bedroom was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and it seemed that the noisy person had been driven out by him.

The man ignored the bitter feeling in his heart and took out his pajamas from the closet with an expressionless face. The pajamas were made of black silk and were picked out for him by Qiao Yan herself.

She liked to see him dressed nicely.

Next to it was a pink pajamas with rabbit ears. Qiao Yan always liked to wear this pajamas, jumping around in his study, sitting on Li Jingxing's legs and clinging to him.

His eyes sank slightly, and an inexplicable strong pain and discomfort surged in his chest.

The man's face was cold: "Butler."

"master."

The man said coldly: "Throw all these things out."

The once prosperous building collapsed in an instant, and the eldest daughter of the Qiao family became a stray dog.

Perhaps, this is retribution.

This was her retribution for breaking up Li Jingxing and Ji Tang.

She regretted it. If she was given another chance, she would never mess with this cruel man again.

He was so cruel to her. He lay dormant for two years, plotting every step, and colluding with outsiders to almost kill her.

In just one year, Qiao Yan sold all her belongings, was kicked out of the villa and moved into the basement. Qiao's mother lived in an old house in the countryside with the children.

She worked four jobs a day and all the money was paid into the card for medical bills, and some was given to her mother for living expenses, so she was left with no money left.

The surgery fees for Qiao Xin and Qiao Yan, and the nursing fees for their father, are both considerable expenses.

The hospital called her, and a cold voice came from the receiver: "Ms. Qiao, you have been in arrears of nursing fees for two months. If you don't pay, we may have to kick your father out."

Qiao Yan felt bitter in her heart: "Can you delay it a little longer? I will definitely hand it in."

"This is also what the dean meant."

The dean was also an old friend of Qiao's father.

Qiao Yan clenched her phone tightly and said in a hoarse voice: "Okay, I will make money as soon as possible."

After hanging up the phone, she leaned against the wall, took a breath, and raised her hand to wipe the wet liquid from the corners of her eyes.

I just felt deeply powerless. After the Qiao family was defeated, everyone left and the tea was forgotten.

A colleague called her from inside: "Qiao Yan, it's your turn!"

"Well, here we come."

Qiao Yan raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, forced herself to smile, straightened her back, and continued to work in her white car model dress and high heels.

After finishing her last part-time job, Qiao Yan returned to the basement and lived in a four-person dormitory with bunk beds and a shared bathroom. It was the cheapest house she could live in.

She walked into the room, and from time to time she heard a burst of discussion from outside: "Why did she come back so late again?"

"Will you sell it?"

"Don't talk nonsense. She's so beautiful, if she really wants to sell herself, she has no money? And she's still squeezing into the basement with us?"

Sell?

Qiao Yan paused, her eyes moved slightly, she turned around and walked out, putting on her clothes. She walked all the way to the downstairs of Tianshang Renjian.

Tianshang Renjian is the most famous entertainment venue in Beijing. Many rich young men come here to spend huge sums of money.

Once upon a time, Qiao Yan was also a distinguished guest here.

At this time, a black Maybach drove past Qiao Yan.

Li Jingxing paused, his dark eyes deep, and quickly ordered: "Stop."

Li Yi quickly stepped on the brakes: "Master, what's wrong?"

Li Jingxing looked back in a trance, his brows furrowed. People were coming and going on the wide street, and the familiar figure disappeared.

Was it possible that he was dazzled just now?

For a whole year, Li Jingxing didn't see Qiao Yan again.

He had thrown away the woman's things at home a long time ago. He was fed up with seeing them. This person had disappeared for a year, but her ghost still lingered in his mind, disturbing his mood.

The man retracted his gaze and closed his eyes. His cold eyebrows showed some annoyance. He said coldly: "It's okay."

He tried hard to suppress the complicated thoughts that surged up in his heart, raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, the expression on his face was cold and heartless.

Qiao Yan walked in and found the front desk staff. She smiled and said, "Please tell Sister Qiao Qiao that Qiao Yan is looking for her."

The guy at the front desk was stunned for a moment when he saw her face, then he made a phone call. After hanging up, he handed Qiao Yan a card and said, "Sister Qiaoqiao is waiting for you on the sixth floor."

Qiao Yan took the card and said, "Thank you."

She swiped her card and took the elevator all the way to the sixth floor. She found the room and rang the doorbell. There was a woman wearing a cheongsam sitting in the box. She was about 26 years old and had a pretty face.

Chu Qiao was sitting on the sofa, holding a scarlet ladies' cigarette between her fingers. When she saw Qiao Yan come in, she half-closed her eyes and a thin layer of mist came out of her scarlet lips.