The sweetheart of a strong president

He suppressed his heartache and sobbed.

"Zi Han, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. If I don't do this, I won't be able to get over the hurdle in my heart. Forget me."

"I can't forget it. I'll never forget it for the rest of my life. Su Wan, please, wait for me. I'll come to you when the truth comes out... Don't leave. Just stay here. I'll leave, okay?"

He tried every means to keep her.

"No, I'll find you another place to stay until you're satisfied."

He humbled himself to the dust.

Her heart also ached, but she didn't leave. She felt the same pain, and certain scenes kept appearing in front of her eyes.

"Lin Zihan, I don't want any house. I want to leave you and everything related to you."

I was almost hysterical and couldn't make up my mind if I continued to argue.

Su Wan stood outside the door of the home where she used to live, holding a one-way ticket tightly in her hand, with a fully loaded suitcase in front of her.

She gently stroked her belly, where the new life was growing.

Baby, please forgive me for separating you from your dad.

Despite the unspeakable pain and reluctance in her heart, she had to leave for that distant but hopeful place - J City.

Although J City is far away from here, it has the warmth of family affection and symbolizes the beginning of a new life.

In that place, Su Wan will no longer experience the loneliness of being helpless.

She will not face all the difficulties and fears alone, because she has relatives around her who will provide her with support and help.

As a single mother, the road ahead will undoubtedly be full of hardships.

Even in the face of numerous difficulties, she is not fighting alone, she has confidence. The company of her loved ones will be like a warm beacon, giving her strength.

This realization gave Su Wan courage and gradually calmed her anxiety.

No matter how rough the road ahead is, she will keep going forward without hesitation.

She is Su Wan, who can take it and let it go.

She dropped the signed agreement.

If it’s not emotion, don’t have it at all.

In the evening, Lin Zihan returned home from get off work, but he waited no matter how long he waited, Su Wan was nowhere to be seen.

Oh no, the situation is not good, I was panicked for a moment.

I flipped through my phone and saw her last message.

"Don't count the debts, don't let down the encounters."

I quickly called and sent WeChat messages, but everyone was blocked.

He swayed and slumped in the chair, tears streaming down his face for a long time.

This powerful president, who is well-known in the business world, always appears in a well-tailored suit and looks calm and wise.

In this late night, in the empty mansion, he took off all his disguises and fell into deep sorrow.

Sitting in the large chair in the study, everything around him was quiet, with only his crying echoing in the empty room.

Tears rolled down his cheeks uncontrollably, and the low sobs gradually turned into unrestrained wails.

It is the painful expression from deep within the soul, the sound of the soft heart hidden behind the iron fist of business being ruthlessly torn apart.

He tightly grasped the divorce agreement in his hand. The paper wrinkled because of his strength, as if his heart was also crushed.

Every cry is a call for the beautiful memories of the past, a reluctance to part with the days spent together, and a despair for the shattered dream of a warm family.

Every item and every corner in the villa is full of traces of living together with Su Wan.

The photos hanging on the wall, which recorded their bright smiling moments, now became a background that mocked his lonely figure.

As time passed, Lin Zihan's crying gradually became hoarse, and fatigue began to replace grief.

Even so, the feeling of emptiness and loss still overwhelmed all his defenses like a tide.

No matter how successful he was as a president and how powerful he was in the business world, he suffered a complete failure in the world of love.

Finally, when the last cry resounded through the night sky, Lin Zihan sat quietly, allowing silence and darkness to surround him.

Tomorrow he will need to continue to be the powerful president.

But tonight, he just wanted to be a mortal who was suffering from the loss of his loved ones.

The hustle and bustle of the station seemed to have nothing to do with Su Wan, her mind was entirely on the upcoming life.

She has to consider her children at every step; this is her instinct and responsibility as a mother.

She got on the bus, found her seat, put her luggage away, and quietly looked at the gradually changing scenery outside the window. Although her heart was turbulent, she also had faith in the future.

In the room that was once filled with laughter and joy, she was no longer to be found. His heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and he felt so painful that he could not breathe.

That gentle, kind, smart... girl who embodies all the best qualities, the most important person in his life, her every frown and smile are deeply engraved in his heart.

But fate played a cruel joke on them, separating them at the best moment.

What he lost was his entire world.

His heart was filled with gloom.

The president who was once full of courage and decisiveness is now decadent, immersed in alcohol and past memories all day long.

His eyes became empty, his smile disappeared, and even his daily decisions became casual and haphazard.

The company's affairs gradually accumulated like a mountain, documents piled up like dust on the desk and were untouched, and conference calls became ghost calls that no one cared about.

Lin Zihan's fingers stopped tapping on the desk, and his mind, which was used to think about strategies, was only left to replay the past.

His absence plunged the entire enterprise into unprecedented chaos and stagnation.

Mr. Lin looked at his son's appearance, his heart filled with worry and helplessness.

If this continues, not only will their family business be affected, but the livelihoods of thousands of employees will also be at risk.

Therefore, although he had retired to the second line, he had to take up the heavy responsibility again, return to his old job, and return to the helm of the company.

The elderly figure reappeared in the office. With his experienced hands and wise mind, Mr. Lin began to repair, bit by bit, the damage caused by Lin Zihan's misconduct.

He convened an emergency meeting of senior management to stabilize people's morale, assign tasks, and personally supervise the progress of the project to ensure that the company's operations would not be completely derailed.

Mr. Lin knew clearly that this was not a long-term solution.

He hopes his son can recover from the emotional blow as soon as possible and regain the image of the decisive and powerful leader he once was.

During this transition period, he will do his best to protect the business empire built by their family until his son is able to take on this responsibility again.

He didn't know when his son would get what he wanted.

It was late at night and the only sounds in the silent bedroom were Lin Zihan's irregular breathing and the ticking of the clock.

He lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, his eyes empty and confused. Under the dim light, his face looked extremely haggard, with tears hanging from the corners of his eyes.