After my death, the Nanyang prince committed suicide for love

Ye Yaming is in his fifties this year.

At an old age, he finally managed to get the position of director of the West City Development Office. Logically, as long as he doesn't get into trouble, he can retire smoothly in a few years and live a life of luxury.

But he couldn't help it, he had such a good son!

Shen Xunzhou's lips curled slightly, but the viciousness in his eyes remained. He stood behind Wen Jin like a god or a Buddha.

Looking down upon those who begged him desperately.

Shi Jinghong was watching the show with his legs crossed. Everyone knew that Mr. Shen was going to risk his life for the woman he loved!

In a moment, a hand fell on Wen Jin's shoulder and pinched her lightly. Her palm went numb and the teacup fell to the ground and was torn into pieces.

She looked up at the man behind her and was about to ask him a question, but he lowered his eyes and said in a cold and murderous voice, "Deputy Director Ye, you're asking the wrong person."

Ye Yaming was startled, his eyes fell on Wen Jin, and he suddenly had an idea: "I guess this must be Mr. Shen's girlfriend. I apologize to you on behalf of my son."

Jiang Ge laughed, and when he saw Shen Xunzhou didn't say anything, he clicked his tongue and said, "Deputy Director Ye, look at the wound on the girl's arm. The doctor said that if this hand is not healed properly, it will be useless!"

Ye Yaming panicked.

He looked towards Shen Xunzhou tremblingly, and saw his eyes fall on the broken pieces of the teacup on the ground. He walked over with a trembling heart, pulled up his trouser legs, knelt down at Wen Jin's feet with a plop, and kowtowed: "You are so magnanimous, please spare my son's life. I will take him back and discipline him carefully."

The man suddenly knelt at his feet, and subconsciously, Wen Jin wanted to get up and leave.

Just as she raised her buttocks a little, Shen Xunzhou pressed her shoulders and forced her to sit back down.

His handsome face was covered with a layer of ice, and his voice was as cold as water: "Deputy Director Ye, the dog I raised is not good at guarding the house, but it is very good at biting its master."

master?

Ye Yaming's eyes fell on Wen Jin's shoes, his mind racing, thinking about how to minimize the harm of the incident.

"Please forgive me, Mr. Shen, and Mrs. Shen, please forgive me."

Mrs. Shen?

Wen Jin frowned.

But Shen Xunzhou is the opposite.

The long-lost name suddenly plunged him into a swamp of emotions.

Mrs. Shen?

This name made him happy.

"Since Deputy Director Ye has said that he will discipline him properly, let's give Young Master Ye another chance."

"Jiang Ge, ask Master Ye which hand he used to hit the man, it's useless!"

Ye He's pupils suddenly dilated and he fainted.

Although Ye Yaming felt distressed, he did not dare to speak.

If a tiger eats a person and then spares your life, it is out of kindness.

"Thank you, Mr. Shen and Mrs. Shen."

Shen Xunzhou glanced at Jiang Ge, who understood what was going on and called for someone to drag the father and son out.

When Ye Yaming left, blood dripped down his knees with every step, stretching all the way to the door and disappearing.

The heavy wooden door closed before Wen Jin came to his senses.

Until the warm palm on the shoulder moved slightly: "Are you scared?"

"No," she said stiffly.

In her previous life, she had never seen such a cruel and cold side of Shen Xunzhou.

She thought that for a man who was born on the top of a mountain, quarreling with her was the limit.

Unexpectedly, quarreling was his concession.

"That's merciful," Shi Jinghong commented after watching the show, "If we don't get rid of his son, he will be a disaster if he keeps him alive."

"If he can't harm Wen Jin, he will harm other girls. He has all kinds of tricks. I heard a few days ago that he was the one who sent a nightclub girl to the emergency department. Was it him?"

"Do you think I would know?" Shen Xunzhou asked back.

Shi Jinghong thought, that’s right, it’s not like someone as noble as Shen Xunzhou would listen to such gossip.

"Let's go! I'll take you back."

Wen Jin stood up and looked at Shen Xunzhou behind him: "So why didn't you send me back just now?"

Shi Jinghong said leisurely: "I want to pretend. What man doesn't have heroism? Who doesn't want his woman to see that he can uphold justice for her?"

Shen Xunzhou ignored Shi Jinghong's words, and stared at Wen Jin with a gaze like a deep spring, making people unable to stop: "I don't want you to be wronged."

"I've suffered a lot!" Wen Jin forced himself to ignore his gaze, turned around and left.

"I will not do it again."

"What about the past? Have you forgotten? Am I a goldfish? With a seven-second memory?"

Shen Xunzhou stared at her, his eyes burning and sincere: "I will do my best to make it up to you"

Wen Jin choked. It was the same in her previous life. When they had an argument, she complained that Shen Xunzhou spent too little time with her, and the first thing Shen Xunzhou said was to ask her if she was short of money.

If love is not enough, money will make up for it.

Wen Jin looked back at him calmly for a long time, and then turned back when an argument came to her lips.

Sighing, not wanting to get entangled, he said, “Let’s go!”

The black Maybach drove all the way to Qiufengyuan. Halfway through the journey, it started to rain heavily.

It was an unusually hot July day with heavy rain and flashes of lightning.

Wen Jin was so scared that he trembled all over.

She was afraid of thunder. When she was a child, Zhao Wan'er disliked her and often took Wen Mo out and locked her up at home, no matter what time it was.

There were several times when Wen Qiyun was away on business, and Zhao Wan'er took Wen Mo back to the Zhao family, leaving her alone at home. It happened that night that there was a violent storm with thunder and lightning. The windows in the house were not closed, and the white gauze curtains were blown everywhere in the howling wind. She was alone in the huge villa, covered with a quilt, crying until she was tired and fell asleep, and crying when she woke up, until dawn...

"Wen Jin?"

"Hmm?" Shen Xunzhou's gentle call brought her back to her senses.

"arrive."

Shen Xunzhou: "I'll take you upstairs."

"No thanks," Wen Jin refused.

"No, I'll just take you upstairs and leave."

Wen Jin suppressed her discomfort and pressed the elevator button with the hand she was able to move. In the cramped air, the numbers on the elevator ticked upwards, making her want to hide in bed urgently.

Wen Jin: "I'm here."

Shen Xunzhou: "Go in!"

Wen Jin opened the door, stood at the door and turned on the entrance light: "You're not leaving?"

The man lowered the corners of his lips and nodded gently: "Let's go."

Wen Jin nodded, turned and went into the house, closed the door, and walked towards the living room.

The windows of the high-rise building were not closed, the sound of rain hitting the windows, and the white gauze curtains in the living room were blown wildly by the wind.

Her heart tightened and her whole body trembled. She overcame the psychological barrier and tried to close the window. The moment her fingertips were about to touch the bed, a flash of lightning flashed before her eyes.

Wen Jin subconsciously wanted to rush out.

She suddenly opened the door, without even wearing shoes, and took two steps before she ran into the man's arms...

Almost instantly, the man's palm fell on her lower back, and with his other hand he held her face, lowering his head and kissing her, gently, restrainedly, and comfortingly...