Rebirth, the domineering president's unbridled love

Duan Yuchen watched helplessly as his loved ones and comrades who fought side by side fell one after another, and the blood dyed the ground red. This scene must have been like an extremely sharp sword, piercing his heart mercilessly. Qiao Jingyu really couldn't imagine how much pain and helplessness Duan Yuchen endured at that moment, as if the whole world was collapsing in an instant.

Recalling the time when his father was notified of his critical illness in his previous life, he still vividly remembered the heart-wrenching and hopeless feeling. The pain of the separation of life and death that Duan Yuchen experienced must be even more unforgettable. Every night, the bloody memory would haunt his mind like a nightmare, repeatedly tormenting his already broken heart. How could such suffering not make people feel distressed?

Perhaps it was because he could not get rid of the heavy sorrow that Duan Yuchen chose to numb himself with endless work. Perhaps only by being busy could he temporarily forget the piercing pain and get a moment of respite. Thinking of this, Qiao Jingyu couldn't help but burst into tears, and the tears flowed freely like a flood.

Just as she was deeply overwhelmed by the seemingly endless sorrow, Duan Yuchen unexpectedly opened his eyes, which were as mysterious and dark as the deep ocean. His gaze was like two sharp arrows, shooting straight at Qiao Jingyu's tear-stained, heartbreaking face, and then asked in a voice so soft that it was almost inaudible, "Are you crying?"

Qiao Jingyu suddenly came back to her senses as if she had just woken up from a dream. She raised her hand in a panic and tried to wipe away the tears on her face, but when her fingertips touched the wet skin, she was shocked to find that she had already burst into tears. She was panicked and stammered in defense: "I'm sorry, Mr. Duan, I just... I just couldn't suppress my emotions all of a sudden." As she spoke, her eyes flickered, revealing a lot of apology and uneasiness.

Duan Yuchen's handsome face showed a hint of tenderness. He stared at the pitiful woman in front of him and said slowly, "You are such a kind-hearted girl. However, being too kind is not a good thing. No matter when and where, you must learn to take good care of yourself and protect yourself."

Then, Duan Yuchen calmly took out a neatly folded, spotless handkerchief from his pocket, and said to Qiao Jingyu in a very gentle tone: "Put your face closer!"

Qiao Jingyu seemed to be shrouded in endless sorrow, standing there like a sculpture, completely unaware of the snow-white handkerchief in Duan Yuchen's hand. She just took a step forward instinctively, her mind full of doubts and puzzlement, thinking: Could it be that Mr. Duan has encountered a difficult problem and needs my help? So, she asked softly: "Mr. Duan, is there anything you need from me..." However, she stopped talking before she finished.

At this moment, Duan Yuchen was already holding a handkerchief, and his movements were gentle and delicate, wiping away the tears from her eyes like a spring breeze. Qiao Jingyu's heart seemed to be suddenly tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and instantly rose to her throat. She stood there frozen as if struck by lightning, and even forgot how to dodge.

Duan Yuchen wiped Qiao Jingyu's tearful face intently, his fingertips occasionally touching Qiao Jingyu's delicate skin. Every slight contact was like an electric current that spread throughout Qiao Jingyu's body, causing her originally fair cheeks to quickly flush with shyness. After Duan Yuchen finished wiping, he quietly put away the handkerchief.

Even as Qiao Jingyu slowly walked out of Duan Yuchen's office, she could still feel her cheeks burning like fire, burning unbearably. She couldn't help but think to herself, "Assistant Feng, does Mr. Duan know that I asked you to help me with the recording?"

Facing Qiao Jingyu's question, Special Assistant Feng replied firmly: "Ms. Qiao, Mr. Duan knows everything about you!"

This was the conversation between Feng Bo and Qiao Jingyu when they were walking downstairs. What does it mean to know everything?

If Duan Yuchen had already known that she had used the recording to plot against his own sister, why did he still say that he was kind? Why would he tell her about his blindness? Was he already his friend in Duan Yuchen's heart?

Qiao Jingyu was getting more and more confused at this moment. She had no idea what Duan Yuchen was thinking. Only her heart was beating like a wild horse, and the heat on her cheeks did not decrease at all, which made her heart, which had been dead for a long time, stir again.

Qiao Jingyu's palms were full of sweat. After hesitating for a long time, she finally plucked up the courage to dial Duan Yuchen's number, but hung up in a hurry. Qiao Jingyu patted her head. Qiao Jingyu, what are you thinking about? You and Duan Yuchen are not from the same world. The distance between you two seems to be separated by the entire Pacific Ocean. What kind of answer do you want from Duan Yuchen?

Qiao Jingyu hailed a taxi. As she was thinking about Duan Yuchen the whole time, the driver asked her where she was going twice, but she didn't hear him. The driver waved his hand in front of her and asked again, "Miss, where are you going?"

The driver's words pulled Qiao Jingyu back from his thoughts. Qiao Jingyu patted his face, took a deep breath, and put aside those unrealistic thoughts. "Master, I'm sorry, I'm going to Guokang People's Hospital."

Song Chengze works here, but Qiao Jingyu is not going to find Song Chengze. She wants to see Zhao Xinxin's mother. She wants to see how Zhao Xinxin's mother is doing now. The notice of Zhao Xinxin's expulsion and the notice of Sun Yuan's serious reprimand were announced together.

In the previous life, Yang Xin knew that Zhao Xinxin liked Jiang Mubai, so she had someone reveal that Zhao Xinxin was being kept by someone. Now she revealed it herself, so it was a few months earlier. I just don’t know if that old man’s wife has gone to cause trouble for Zhao Xinxin. That old man made his fortune relying on his wife’s family, and his wife is also a hot-tempered person.

Although Zhao Xinxin has been against her, she can't just stand by and watch such a thing. Lunjian is fatal to a young girl. If Zhao Xinxin hadn't confronted her at that time, she wouldn't have told anyone about it. But Qiao Jingyu didn't regret it. Sooner or later, someone would bring up Yang Xin's matter. It's just that she did it in advance. Maybe Zhao Xinxin's ending would be different from the previous life?