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

Li Jingxing looked down at his watch. Half an hour had passed and Qiao Yan still hadn't come out.

A cold look appeared on his face. He opened the car door and got out. His tall and straight body walked towards the basement. The further he went down, the tighter his brows furrowed.

As soon as I came down from the stairs, an unbearable smell hit me in the face. It was disgusting, a mixture of urine and fishy smell.

The further they walked in, the colder the man's face became, and his heart felt heavy as if a huge rock was pressing down on him, making it hard for him to breathe.

Qiao Yan is the kind of rich girl who grew up in a pampered environment and is very picky about her food, accommodation and transportation.

Every time I go out with Li Jingxing, I use the best food and accommodation, which is extremely luxurious.

She doesn't want anything that doesn't suit her taste.

Li Jingxing used to describe Qiao Yan with just four words: big breasts and no brains.

She is a naive, yet slightly arrogant, naive girl.

Recalling Qiao Xiaoyan in high school always makes him feel a little dazed.

She always liked to follow him like a little tail and call him handsome brother.

When they first met, she asked him for help and called him "hero".

Later, when I saw his face, my mouth immediately changed to "handsome brother."

She just liked his face.

The man's brows were tightly furrowed, his face was full of disgust and nausea, his stomach was churning, he held his breath, covered his mouth and nose with his hands, and strode inside.

Li Jingxing shouted with a murderous look on his face: "Qiao Yan."

The lighting in the corridor was dim, and it was a long hallway with several forks in the road. Everyone's face was very gloomy.

He called Qiao Yan, but no one answered.

Qiao Yan went back to her rental apartment to pack her things. All her important belongings were locked in the closet.

She had just taken out the key to open the door when she heard a clanging sound from inside. The woman turned around in panic and saw Qiao Yan standing in front of the door with her eyes wide open.

The cabinet in front of her was opened roughly, the lock was pried open, and the cabinet was turned upside down.

The woman saw Qiao Yan's panicked expression and stammered, "Why did you come back so suddenly?"

At this time, Qiao Yan should still be outside. She usually comes back very late, almost until midnight.

I don't know what improper things this woman is doing outside.

Qiao Yan saw her clothes on the ground with water spilled on them. Her face looked gloomy and ugly, and she stared at Zhang Yan coldly.

Zhang Yan swallowed unconsciously at that gaze, and her scalp felt numb.

She smiled awkwardly, quickly closed the cabinet for Qiao Yan, and hurriedly picked up the clothes on the ground: "A thief just broke into the room. I'll help you see if anything is missing."

Qiao Yan's face was very cold. Hearing this, she sneered, "The thief is crying thief."

Zhang Yan was so angry that her secrets were exposed that she said, "Whether you believe it or not, what I said is true."

Zhang Yan glanced at Qiao Yan and said smugly, "Go and sue me if you have the guts."

She originally wanted to see what was in the cabinet to see if there was anything valuable, but who knew that this cheap woman was so poor that she didn't even have a decent necklace or jewelry.

There were only some tattered clothes in the closet, all cheap goods. She didn't get anything valuable. Even when the police came, they couldn't do anything to her.

The woman closed the cabinet door and snorted coldly. The bathroom door opened and a man wearing only shorts walked out. His eyes fell on Qiao Yan's face and he couldn't take them away.

He stared at Qiao Yan with his eyes piercing, and said to Zhang Yan in a lewd tone, "You didn't tell me your roommate was so beautiful."

Zhang Yan's face darkened when she saw the man's eyes were about to fall on Qiao Yan. This vixen was really good at seducing people.

"Hey, sister, let's be friends." The man looked at Qiao Yan with a frivolous look. His eyes fell on the snow-white skin on her neck. He felt his abdomen burning and couldn't help but touch it.