Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

The tone of her voice was as light as a breeze, yet so heavy that it made people tremble in their hearts.

The traffic policeman looked at the stubborn woman in front of him and was about to say something when he saw the work permit handed over to him.

Song Xilan stepped forward and handed Song Hui's work ID to the traffic police. The traffic police understood what he meant and pulled open the cordon in front of them.

Qiao Ruyi was about ten steps away from the burned vehicle, but her feet felt as if they were filled with lead and she couldn't move.

She couldn't believe that Ling Che was burned to ashes like this.

The person who told him that he would be home soon could not be burned to ashes without leaving anything behind.

She strode over, knelt on the ground and searched through the ashes almost frantically.

Song Xilan hugged her from behind, crying uncontrollably, "Ruyi, don't look for him anymore. The fire was too big. Everything was burned down. It's impossible to find him."

Qiao Ruyi turned a deaf ear to her words.

She was practically lying in the wreckage of the Lincoln, searching around with her hands.

She didn't know what she was looking for, perhaps she was looking for hope that Ling Che was alive, or perhaps she was looking for an excuse that he might not be dead.

She didn't know what she was looking for, but she had to find it.

She had to see him.

Live to see people, die to see corpses.

Even if it is burned, there will always be ashes.

She had to take his ashes with her.

They agreed to go home, so she must bring him home.

Suddenly, the person in his arms shook violently, and then began to tremble all over.

Song Xilan noticed something was wrong and quickly looked at her.

Qiao Ruyi didn't know when she took out something from the ruins, and held it tightly in her hand. Her whole body was cold and trembling.

"As one wishes......"

Song Xilan looked over and saw that in her hand, which was stained black by ashes, she was tightly clutching a...watch.

To be exact, half a piece.

The watch strap has been burned, leaving only half of the dial that has not been burned.

Qiao Ruyi bit her lips hard and held the watch face firmly against her heart.

Finally, burst into tears.

"what!!!"

On the pale face, tears rolled down like beads from a broken string.

That was the watch she picked out for him herself.

It was the watch she put on him herself.

She almost rubbed the half watch into her heart and cried heart-wrenchingly.

She fell back into Song Xilan's arms, screaming at the top of her lungs.

Song Xilan hugged her tightly, fearing that she would disappear with the ashes.

It’s better to cry out, and if you can cry out, you won’t get hurt by holding it in.

After crying for an unknown amount of time, the person in his arms stopped crying. Song Xilan thought she had calmed down a little. When he looked down again, the person in his arms was pale, her eyes were closed, and even her breathing was extremely weak.

"As one wishes!"

......

At this time, the largest and most luxurious hotel in Beijing was booked out.

A man's hearty laughter could be heard from the top-tier luxurious box.

A dozen middle-aged men were sitting around the spacious dining table, and a middle-aged man with gray stubble and high spirits sat in the main seat.

Cheng Shu raised his glass and spoke enthusiastically, "Everyone, today is a good day. With the participation of all the entrepreneurs, the people in our charity will receive better medical support!"

Just today, more than a dozen entrepreneurs, big and small, donated millions of dollars to the Baixin Charity Medical Institution.

And he also received a great piece of good news ten minutes ago.

Everyone at the table was smiling. One of the men raised his glass and said, "We're just following Mr. Zhuang and Mr. Cheng to do some charity. This small donation is nothing."

"That's right, Mr. Zhuang is the great entrepreneur in our Jing City." The man next to Cheng Shu echoed, "And you, Mr. Cheng, are Mr. Zhuang's greatest contributor. If it weren't for you, the charity wouldn't be doing so well."

"I'm just following Mr. Zhuang and taking advantage of his position." Cheng Shu raised his glass and stood up. "Mr. Zhuang is on a business trip and can't come back from Shenzhen-Guangzhou City. I, Cheng Shu, will offer a toast to everyone on behalf of the Baixin Charity Medical Organization."

After saying that, he raised his head and drank the wine in the glass.

The sound of wine glasses clinking one after another could be heard from the dinner table.

Just as Cheng Shu drank the wine in his glass, the door of the box was pushed open from the outside.

He was just about to scold the gatekeeper for not knowing the rules when he saw several tall men in black coming in one after another, followed by a clear and casual voice.

"Mr. Cheng is so generous that he booked the entire restaurant, leaving me with nowhere to eat."

When Cheng Shu heard the voice, he froze in place.

Then, after seeing who it was, he was so shocked that he was speechless.

Ling Che was wearing a black shirt with two buttons lazily undone at the collar. His cuffs were rolled up to his forearms, revealing a faint vein on his arm.

He walked in slowly, holding a cigarette between his slender fingers. Looking at the shocked man, he raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Why, Mr. Cheng, are you so surprised to see me?"

Cheng Shu came back to his senses and immediately gave up the main seat, saying with an apologetic smile, "I just didn't expect to run into Mr. Ling here. It's a bit unexpected."

"Not surprising." Ling Che sat down slowly, his fingertips casually tapping the table. "I just wanted to treat Mr. Cheng to dinner."

The dozen or so people present were obviously very surprised to suddenly see this famous CEO of Beijing.

Normally, they would try their best to invite Mr. Ling to have a meal with them, but they didn't expect to meet him at this dinner.

As soon as everyone saw the opportunity, they rushed to hand out their business cards.

"Mr. Ling, I'm Wang Jia from Happy Real Estate, and this is my business card..."

Before the man with the business card could move forward, he was blocked by the man who looked like a bodyguard behind Ling Che.

"Everyone," Ling Che said, looking around at the group leisurely. "Today's meal is specially for Mr. Cheng alone."

Everyone was an understanding person, and after hearing what was meant, they all smiled awkwardly and retreated one after another.

As the door of the box closed, for a moment, there were only two people sitting at the huge dining table in the box.

The atmosphere suddenly dropped.

The man's fingers on the table were still tapping on it from time to time. Each tap was like a giant hand strangling Cheng Shu's throat, making him feel short of breath.

Cheng Shu looked at the man sitting next to him smoking leisurely, feeling uneasy.

It was clearly just ten minutes ago that he received the news of Ling Che's death.

Could it be that Ling Che teamed up with that assassination organization to stage this drama?

"Mr. Cheng."

Ling Che blew out a smoke ring and said half-jokingly, "I say, you are too stingy, aren't you? Is my life, Ling Che, only worth 100 million?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the man next to him tremble suddenly in his peripheral vision.

At this time, a man in black clothes and a baseball cap walked in.

He is tall and has a deep gaze.

Facing Cheng Shu's horrified gaze, he raised the corners of his mouth and said, "Sorry, Boss Cheng, someone offered a higher price."