The cold and charming wife of the ruthless president

Shen Wanqing took a deep breath, and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, the pillow was already soaked, and there were mottled tear stains on it.

She wrapped up her nightgown, went to the bathroom to wash her face and tidied up, then wrapped herself in a down jacket and went out.

The sky was gray, like the rainy night six years ago, Shen Wanqing clenched her cuffs tightly, looking at the dark weather outside the window, she was so depressed that she couldn't speak.

The servant had already prepared breakfast, and when she saw Shen Wanqing coming down, she immediately greeted her, "Ma'am, you're up!"

Shen Wanqing frowned, she had told the new servant many times, but the servant still stubbornly called her 'madam' as always.

Too lazy to care about it, Shen Wanqing sat at the dining table, watching the delicate breakfast being prepared, without any appetite.

For the sake of the child, she forced herself to eat some, but just after taking a few mouthfuls, she couldn't help feeling sick, rushed to the bathroom and vomited, even vomited bile.

"Are you okay?" Seeing that she was having severe morning sickness, the servant asked with concern, and stood behind her and patted Shen Wanqing's back.

"I'm fine, call a car for me, I want to go out." Shen Wanqing waved her hand, went to the washstand and washed her face vigorously, then looked at her embarrassed self in the mirror, and gave orders.

The servant answered and told the man to prepare the car.

Shen Wanqing got in the car and reported the address of Lingcheng Cemetery.

The driver frowned, feeling unlucky in his heart. He went to the cemetery early in the morning and was pregnant... and he was not afraid of bumping into something unclean.

After all, she was the proprietress. Although the driver was dissatisfied in his heart, he didn't dare to show it.

In an hour, reach the destination.

The Lingcheng Cemetery was built on a mountain in the suburbs. In Lingcheng, where every inch of gold and every inch of land is worth every inch of land, a one-meter-long cemetery at the foot of the mountain costs hundreds of thousands, and those above it cost hundreds of thousands to tens of millions.

It is said that during one's lifetime, one struggled all one's life to buy a house, but one may not be able to earn a cemetery for oneself until one's death. One's whole life is spent on the word 'money'.

For six years, she has come here every year to meet old friends.

Shen Wanqing got out of the car, bought a handful of daisies at the foot of the mountain, and walked up the mountain step by step holding the flowers.

The gray sky was frighteningly oppressive, dark clouds hung in the sky, covering the cemetery, and the mountain wind blew past, making it bitterly cold.

Shen Wanqing wrapped her scarf tightly, her eyes were red, and she couldn't tell if it was cold or sad and wanted to cry.

Half an hour later, she walked to the cemetery on the top of the mountain, and found the one belonging to Zhixia among the densely packed tombstones.

A black and white photo was pasted on the cold black stone tablet.

There was a bright smile on the boy's sunny and delicate face, so warm and so warm.

Tears fell instantly, Shen Wanqing choked with sobs and carefully put down the little daisy in her hand, then knelt on the ground with a bang.

"Zhixia...my sister is here to see you."

Zhixia was the adopted son of the Yu family and had a good relationship with Shen Wanqing, but in the end she died because of her.

Even though everything was designed by Shen Qiao, Zhixia's life was still lost...Even now, she couldn't forgive herself.

Tears blurred his vision, Shen Wanqing stretched out his hands nostalgicly to caress the cold tombstone and the photo of the boy, expressing his apology over and over again.

Light rain began to fall, and suddenly a black shadow fell, and a pair of black leather shoes stuck into his eyes.

Shen Wanqing raised her head in a daze, Han Yichen looked at her embarrassed face jokingly, and laughed, "Yo, who did I think, why is it you? Who are you crying for?"