After rebirth, my ex-husband fainted in tears at the crematorium

No one knows how much Mo Lingtian's assets are, and anyone can see how attractive Mo Lingtian is.

He is a hot business upstart in financial magazines. He has a perfect personality such as high education, good looks, and a lot of money. The male protagonists in TV series do not dare to act like this, and the novels are even written in a conservative way. Not as attractive as reality.

Falling in love with him is my wishful thinking, marrying him is a fate that is destined to happen to me, and living a new life is a fate that I should not give up.

I narrowed my eyes, adjusted my collar for him, and turned to leave.

My wrists were clasped and the man pulled me, causing me to fall backwards on the sofa.

The man leaned down, his nose pressed against the tip of my nose, and his breath sprayed on my face.

My heartbeat accelerated slightly. Facing such a face, it would be a lie to say that I wasn't heartbroken.

"Ah."

"I thought you were so brave, your heart is beating so hard, and you are still pretending?"

I stretched out my hand to push him, frowned, and said in a cold voice, "Mo Lingtian, I'm not a sack, I can't pretend."

Is he too narcissistic?

I admit that I loved him very much in my previous life, but it doesn’t mean that I will fall twice on the same road!

Sitting on the Maybach, I was speechless all the way.

Arrive at the Bulgari Hotel, where today’s birthday banquet will be held.

The parking lot on the first floor is spacious and bright, and is actually covered with marble tiles. As you look around, you can see rows of luxury cars.

The lives of rich people are even more luxurious than those in TV series, which ordinary people can never imagine.

I am wearing a simple black dress tonight. It is very ordinary. The style is simple but dignified. It is not sexy or outstanding. It will not compete with others and will not embarrass Mo Lingtian.

I consider myself to be in good shape, and as a chief secretary, I also have my professional qualities.

He carefully prepared the gift a week in advance, and gained some experience in living an extra life. Ding Lei traveled to many places before buying this gift.

Before Mo Lingtian entered the banquet hall, someone came up to say hello at the door. Mo Lingtian was usually cold-faced and unambiguous about his work. He was quite comfortable in shopping malls. After all, he had graduated for five or six years and could learn how to meet people. Talking about people and talking about ghosts.

There were many capitalists at the scene, and Mo Lingtian couldn't remember them all. I reminded him at the right time behind him, "This is Mr. Wang, this is Director Yang..."

Mo Lingtian reacted quickly, had a high IQ and a high EQ, and responded fluently to my prompts. I could see clearly from behind. The way these bosses looked at Mo Lingtian was unusual. Maybe they didn’t expect that this person would not be favored. My youngest son is so happy in the business world, and he is full of praise.

Not long after, Mr. Wen appeared in the banquet hall. He was still energetic even though he was over sixty years old. He was wearing a purple Zhongshan robe, holding a string of black beads in his hand, and smiled like a Maitreya Buddha.

Accompanied by two caregivers, he walked into the banquet hall and opened a path around him. Wen Shen stepped forward to help the old man. Everyone on site congratulated the old man on a long life and all the guests presented gifts one after another.

The old man accepted them all with a smile, which was all due to his human nature.

I presented the birthday gift I had prepared, "Old man, this is the gift our Mr. Mo has carefully prepared for you."

The gift I prepared is only as big as a palm. Even if it is packed in a box, it is small and exquisite and can be held in one hand.

Among the gifts given by the surrounding guests, it is the smallest.

When I presented the gift, people around me were already whispering.

"What kind of gift is this, such a small one?"

"Mr. Mo is so picky? Giving such a small gift?"

"If I can't even take it! It's really okay."

People around me started talking, and Mo Lingtian didn't look very good-looking, but I remained calm and composed, and just ignored the words of those around me.

The old man glanced at the gift box in my hand and said, "I'm interested."

"Master, you might as well open it and take a look." I presented the gift box.

Wen that the old man was giving him face, he agreed with a smile. The nurse took the gift box and placed it on the rosewood table. The old man opened the gift box in front of everyone.

Everyone looked over and saw only a small piece of something placed in a Chinese-style carved wooden box.

Mr. Wen took out the thing and the light illuminated it. Everyone saw clearly that it was a piece of ink pad.

Mo Lingtian's expression immediately changed.

From ugly to even worse.

He may not have expected that I would present an ink pad at the birthday party.

The people around him were chatting more enthusiastically, and some even laughed.

"Pfft, I thought it was jewelry, but I didn't expect it to be a piece of ink pad."

"You're so poor! You can give away this crappy thing!"

"Is Mr. Mo so poor? Are you going to give him a piece of ink pad for his birthday?"

Wen Shen also looked at me, and even though his expression didn't change, I could feel a hint of displeasure on his part.

Wen Shen's secretary Bai Qin stood behind Wen Shen and suddenly said, "Ah! Why is it a piece of ink pad! How much is this thing worth?"

Bai Qin was unhappy with me at the resort, and she would add fuel to the fire, which was just as I expected.

Mr. Wen didn't say anything, he just picked up the ink pad and started to look at it, "This ink pad is..."

I kept my expression straight and smiled slightly, "This is priceless Longquan ink pad!"

Bai Qin disdainfully said, "It's just ink pad, how much is it worth?"

Mr. Wen's eyes shone, "Longquan ink clay?"

I smiled and said, "I heard that you love ink painting, old man, so I asked someone to find Jiangnan craftsmen to make this piece of Longquan ink pad."

"As the saying goes, one tael of gold and one tael of clay will not dissipate when soaked in water and leave traces when burned, and it takes a thousand catties of lotus root silk to make one tael of Longquan ink clay."

Wen that the old man couldn't put it down, he immediately smiled and said, "Okay, okay, what a fire mark. I didn't expect Mr. Mo's secretary to be so educated. I like this birthday gift very much!"

The old man praised him in public, and the expressions of the people around him also changed.

Unexpectedly, a mere piece of ink pad would please the old man more than a million-dollar birthday gift.

I expected the old man's affection. I was neither arrogant nor impetuous. My eyes swept over Bai Qin, and finally landed on Mo Lingtian's face, raising my eyebrows slightly.

"Let's all sit down!"

The old man smiled and greeted everyone to sit down.

Tonight's birthday banquet invited a well-known Peking opera singer to sing. The old man ordered a few plays, and I took a seat on Mo Lingtian's right hand.

As soon as I sat down, I couldn't help but start looking around with my peripheral vision.

Mo Lingtian seemed to notice what I was looking for, and asked with a confused look on his face, "Who are you looking for?"

I looked away, "I'm not looking for anyone."

Of course I am looking for Cheng Yue’s substitute!

That woman will also appear at the old man's birthday party tonight, but she hasn't been seen yet.

The Peking Opera masters quickly came on stage to sing, singing and singing on the stage. This is really the quintessence of Chinese culture that can only be enjoyed at a certain age. The older people present were mesmerized by it.

"Mrs. Wen, weren't you in an opera class before? Come on stage and sing a song for us?"

After the two performances ended, someone laughed and made a joke.

Mrs. Wen's expression dropped on the spot.

She is Wen Shen's wife now, how can she still go on stage to sing for people? What do you think of her?

I glanced at the man.

I do recognize this person. He probably has something to do with Bai Qin, otherwise he wouldn't make things difficult for his wife in public.

"What kind of business is this? Mrs. Wen is no longer an actress."

"Don't be shy, Mrs. Wen. Come on stage and sing a song."

Mrs. Wen's face looked ugly, and the man was still teasing her relentlessly.

I stood up and said, "I usually like to sing Peking Opera. I had to listen to my wife's advice a few days ago. Why don't you let me sing a song for you?"

Everyone looked at me one after another.

"Oh?" Mr. Wen smiled and said, "You can also sing Peking Opera?"