The cold and charming wife of the ruthless president

On the day Shen Mu and Shen Wanqing were cremated, the heavy snow had stopped for a long time, and the sun was shining brightly as if it wanted to sweep away all the filth and filth for her.

After learning the news of Shen Wanqing's death in childbirth on the Internet, the curses all over the sky were extinguished, and everything subsided with her death.

Yufeng buried the ashes of Shen Wanqing and Shen Mu in the Lingcheng Public Fund in a low-key manner, and did not invite anyone to the funeral, only him, Lin Dongxu, Han Yichen and Yunxin.

Little daisies and blue wind chimes filled the tombstone. There were two black and white photos pasted on the cold monument. The woman smiled sweetly, clean and nostalgic.

Yufeng put down a handful of bright daisies, and looked at Shen Mu's black and white photo with guilty eyes: "Uncle Shen, I'm sorry... If I didn't let you go back to China that day, you wouldn't have any accidents..."

Han Yichen and Lin Dongxu kept silent and didn't talk nonsense. The world is impermanent, who can predict the outcome of the future?

"I'm the one who should say I'm sorry." Suddenly a deep voice came from behind, Yufeng turned his head and looked at Ye Zhenxian, who was dressed in black and wore a white flower on his chest, walking towards him with a face full of shame.

Yufeng's face changed slightly, "You shouldn't have come here!"

"I know that members of the Ye family are not qualified to come to see Shen Wanqing and Shen Mu, we are sinners...but I want to pay homage to them." Ye Zhen felt guilty in his heart, and begged humbly.

Han Yichen pursed his lips, and agreed emotionally: "As long as it's not Ye Zhen, you can go!"

When Ye Zhen was mentioned, Ye Zhenxian's face darkened. Without saying anything, he stepped forward and put down the flowers in his hand. Looking at the photo of father and daughter on the tombstone, his heart throbbed.

"Wanqing, I am the one who is sorry for you, if I had stood up for you earlier..."

"People are dead, what's the use of saying these words?! Ye Zhen and Shen Qiao are the murderers, and you are the accomplice! If you hadn't chosen to stand on the sidelines, Wanqing wouldn't be here today!" Yun Xin, who had been silent all this time, suddenly burst into grief. Crying loudly, he gave Ye Zhen a fierce look, then left with his hands.

Ye Zhen is just a beast, even though Wanqing is dead, he doesn't even take a look.

Lin Dongxu and Han Yichen immediately followed, sighing inwardly, Yufeng glanced at Ye Zhenxian with a complicated expression, and then left.

Ye Zhen finished the sacrifice first, and left in silence.

There was sternness and determination in the tiger's eyes, he wanted Ye Zhen to deal with that bitch with his own hands, and avenge Shen Wanqing and Shen Mu.

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As night fell, Lingcheng Cemetery was shrouded in darkness, and the cool wind blew in, making people shudder.

A slender and tall figure suddenly appeared, and then knelt straight in front of the tomb.

Looking at him, in the faint light, the man's handsome face, as beautiful as a god's, was pale and sad, and his bony fingertips greedily caressed the picture of the woman on the tombstone.

"Shen Wanqing...Shen Wanqing..."

"It's too late to regret it now!" Yun Xin walked out of the night, staring at Ye Zhen with red eyes from crying, and looked at Ye Zhen resentfully, "Wanqing was killed by you! You have no right to kneel here and dirty her ground!"

Ye Zhen didn't say a word, and let Yun Xin scold, the scorching heat fell from his eye sockets, Mr. Ye, the Ye family who had been frightened by the news of the whole Lingcheng, was kneeling before Shen Wanqing and In front of Shen Mu's tomb, she was crying like a child.

Yun Xin didn't think Ye Zhen was pitiful at all, she pointed at Ye Zhen's face, wishing to poke his heart with every word: "When you wanted to gouge out Wanqing's kidney to save Shen Qiao, did you Can't bear it at all? Now everyone is dead, but you regret it! Ye Zhen, you are so hypocritical!"