Divorce and flash marriage, CEO ex-husband regrets heartbreak

Having been in a high position for a long time, his aura was so fierce and terrifying that even the huge space seemed cramped.

"Father, her name is Yin Tiantian." Di He met his gaze. His eyes, sometimes clear and sometimes cloudy, were very dim, without any luster or color, and without any ripples. They only sparkled when the three words Yin Tiantian were mentioned.

Di Guanwei naturally caught the glint in his eyes, and his heart twitched.

He thought about how he had tried so many ways to stir up trouble in the past, but he never expected that just a name could stir up trouble in his heart now.

It’s a pity that even so, he is not suitable to be the heir of the Di family due to his frequent illnesses.

"Did you come back today to quarrel with me?" Di Guanwei put on a high attitude.

Di He sneered contemptuously, "I dare not, I just want to see Tian..."

"Di He, you'd better not challenge my patience again and again." Di Guanwei was very dissatisfied with the fact that he turned a deaf ear to his words.

What Tiantian? He said her name is Di Molan now. Are these three words so difficult to remember?

"Father, you're joking. How dare a lunatic like me challenge your patience? I just want to see my granddaughter."

"It's not difficult to meet her, but first you have to know her name. And I'll say it one last time, there is no Yin Tiantian in the Di family, only Di Molan. Also, from now on I don't want to hear the word Tiantian in the Di family." Di Guanwei said forcefully.

Di He clenched his hands in anger, his eyes sharp as a knife. "You gave her your body and hair to her parents. You've already robbed her of her life. Are you going to take away the name her parents gave her? Father, not only do you have no right to do so, but even I, as her grandfather, don't have the right to do so."

"Shut up! If you dare to talk nonsense again, don't come back to the Di family. I don't have a son as rebellious as you."

"I don't have a father as tyrannical as you." Di He angrily retorted to him.

Di Guanwei was so angry that his breathing became irregular. His thick eyebrows raised gloomily. He said to the bodyguards, "What are you still standing there for? Send the young master back to the sanatorium."

The atmosphere suddenly became tense after the order was given. Lu Mian's heart trembled. He wanted to step forward to dissuade them, but he was afraid that saying something wrong would make the situation even worse.

"Whoever dares to touch me, get out." Di He looked at the bodyguards surrounding him with a gloomy face.

The bodyguard stopped where he was, unable to move forward or backward, feeling very embarrassed.

Di Guanwei was so angry when he saw these cowards were scared by Di He's look. He even suspected that he had raised a bunch of losers, otherwise why would they be so scared?

"Lu Mian." An angry roar cut through the hall.

Lu Mian, who almost wanted to crawl through the cracks in the wall, had no choice but to step forward and said, "Master."

"Kick him out of the Di family and from today on, don't let him set foot in here again..."

"Grandpa."

Suddenly, a childish voice interrupted, and then Di He opened his eyes and saw a delicate little face.

But when he saw the child wearing boys' clothes and with a crew cut, his head exploded.

His dark eyes were filled with disbelief and extreme horror. "Tian? Tian?"

Di He couldn't accept the fact before him. He stared at the three-year-old Tiantian who was not far from him.

He felt a rope wrapped around his neck, his breath was being taken away bit by bit, and the amount of oxygen at his nose was getting less and less.

So little that he was almost suffocating and on the verge of collapse...

The soft and lively appearance of the little girl three years ago is still vivid in his mind. She was adorable, cute and soft at that time, and her baby babbling voice almost melted his cold heart.

But now.

The little girl had a dull and stagnant face, and her eyes, which looked like thousands of stars, were terrifyingly dim.

The most important thing is that there is no child's innocence on her little face, just like a walking corpse wandering in the world.

There is no soul, only a body.

But she was only three years old, at the most innocent age, yet she was burdened with weight and pressure, like an adult man shouldering a heavy responsibility.

Di He gradually found it difficult to breathe. He walked forward with shaky steps, then squatted down with his tall body to look at the child at eye level.