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

Li Jingxing's heart suddenly sank, his fingertips turned white, and he stared at her with a sinister look. He looked at Qiao Yan's pale and tired face, curled his lips and sneered: "I said, you don't deserve it."

Yes, she doesn't deserve it.

She had never expected it, and she would never expect it again.

Qiao Yan sat on the chair, her hair falling on her forehead, lowering her eyes, and curling her lips in self-mockery: "I know."

The biggest mistake she had ever made in her life was falling in love with Li Jingxing.

If time could go back, she would never meet Li Jingxing again.

Qiao Yan's emotions come and go quickly.

When she looked up at Li Jingxing, her face had regained its composure. She looked at him with a swollen face, "Are we going back?"

"I'm done eating."

Li Jingxing's chest heaved. Looking at Qiao Yan's calm face, he wanted to tear her apart. The man was very upset. Looking at the ruins on the ground in front of him, his face turned cold.

"Why did you rent a house there?" The man asked in a cold voice.

Qiao Yan didn't beat around the bush and said honestly, "It's cheap."

She works in the city center, but the housing prices nearby are too high and land is very expensive, so she can't afford to rent a house. If she rents farther away, she'll have to take the subway for three hours to get there and back.

Qiao Yan didn't have the patience, and she couldn't get up. She just wanted to rent a house nearby and sleep a little longer. She had no money, so she could only share a basement with others.

Li Jingxing raised his dark eyes and glanced at her, looking at that calm and quiet face and saying these two words. The man thought of the awfulness of that place, the smell of urine and fishy smell, a disgusting breath blowing in his face, making him nauseous, and no one even heard his call for help. His heart was stung by something, and his heart suddenly surged with dense waves.

Qiao Yan was such a spoiled person before. It would be better to kill her than to let her step into that kind of place.

The man's eyebrows and eyes were dark, as if covered by a layer of black fog, and his face was covered with ice.

When the two divorced, Li Jingxing went to extremes. Qiao Yan was tricked into leaving the house with nothing. He paid for her medical expenses and then completely cut off all contact with her.

The identities of the two people have undergone a drastic change. They are in different classes and even if they live in the same city, they will never meet each other in their lifetime.

In those high-end occasions where identity verification is required, Qiao Yan will no longer be able to come into contact with powerful people like Li Jingxing.

The door clicked and Ji Qian pushed it open. Seeing the mess on the ground, he glanced at the two people's faces. When he saw Qiao Yan here, there didn't seem to be a trace of surprise in his eyes.

"in argument?"

Qiao Yan didn't want to pay attention to him. Li Jingxing sat on a chair smoking and said indifferently, "No."

Ji Qianan saw the broken dishes on the ground and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Li Jingxing put out his cigarette, his expression cold and indifferent: "How did you know I was here?"

"I met Lu Tingshen."

"Listen to what he says."

Hearing the name, the man frowned deeply. He looked up at the woman opposite him. Qiao Yan showed no reaction on her face when she heard the name.

Before the Qiao family went bankrupt, Lu Tingshen and Qiao Yan could be considered childhood sweethearts.

The two grew up together and were inseparable from elementary school to university. They were like conjoined twins, like a piece of dog-skin plaster, and they were always together wherever they went.

There was another girl with them, but Li Jingxing forgot her name.

Li Jingxing doesn't like anyone around Qiao Yan.