Divorce and flash marriage, CEO ex-husband regrets heartbreak

She originally thought that the winter in the Di family was the only cold one in the world, but she didn't know that the winter in the Di family was just as cold, so cold that it bit her bones and made her feel cold all over.

My mind unconsciously flashed through the young faces on the road, and the images of their parents carefully putting coats on them and covering their hands.

He even accompanied them in making snowmen and having snowball fights, and the warmth made her jealous, yet envious!

Dad, Mom, does she have it?

If so, were they strict with her like her great-grandfather, or gentle like the parents of those children?

Once the valve of emotions is opened, the thoughts accumulated in the heart are like a surging tide, unscrupulously eroding every cell and nerve in Mo Lan's body.

She nervously tightened her hanging hands, and her steady breathing became rapid and disordered.

She felt as if there was a pen in her head, a pen that depicted her father and mother.

She thought, her father must be tall and handsome, her mother must be gentle and beautiful...

A drop of moisture slid uncontrollably from her eye socket. Mo Lan's heart suddenly shrank, and she was frightened like a child who had made a big mistake. She immediately raised her hand to wipe away the tears, and then forced herself to calm down.

The thought of being the heir to the Di family bit her willpower like a poisonous snake, forcing her to shoulder a heavy responsibility.

Her breathing became inexplicably heavy, and she felt as if a mountain was pressing down on her back, heavy and tiring. Her heart also felt heavy, so heavy that she, at such a young age, could hardly bear it.

In the blink of an eye, dusk fell.

The night in deep winter was so cold that the breath turned into ice, and the surroundings were covered with frost and snow. The whole country of K seemed to be trapped in an ice and snow kingdom, cold and silent.

Di Tao came back in the frost and snow. As soon as he entered the living room, he was hit by the warm air. He took off his coat and handed it to the servant.

A face soaked in frost and snow slowly regained its color as it asked, "Where are Father and Mo Lan? Have they had dinner and gone to bed?"

Di Guanwei's health was getting worse and worse, especially when the weather was cold. Even though there was heating in the room, he seemed to have lost a lot of energy and would go back to his room after dinner.

So many times when Di Tao came back from work, he wouldn't see him.

"Second Young Master, the master is in the study." The servant replied softly.

Di Tao: "What about Mo Lan?"

"The young lady is kneeling in the ancestral hall."

"The second young master is back? The master asked you to go to the study." Lu Mian's voice suddenly came from the elevator entrance.

Di Tao subconsciously frowned slightly, and his face, which never let people see through his emotions easily, revealed some deep wrinkles.

Asked Lu Mian, "Uncle Lu, did Mo Lan displease father?"

Lu Mian's mouth twitched. He wanted to say, "Aren't you the one who knows best whether the young lady has displeased the master? Why are you pretending to be so? Do you really think that you, the second young master, are the only smart one in the world?"

Of course, Lu Mian wouldn't be so foolish as to show his resentment. He cleared his throat and said, "I don't know whether the young lady has displeased the master, but please go to the study quickly and don't keep the master waiting anxiously."

Finally, Di Tao nodded lightly, knowing that he couldn't get what he wanted to hear from Lu Mian, so he turned around and took the elevator upstairs.

The light in the study was dim and depressing, and it felt suffocating when I stepped in.

Di Guanwei sat on the chair, his whole body gloomy and cold, his aura intimidating.

The figure was facing away from the door, so Di Tao couldn't see the expression on his face. He narrowed his eyes slightly and called out, "Father."

Hearing his voice, Di Guanwei turned his chair around, and the sinister and sharp black eyes on his majestic face were filled with coldness.

"Did you do what happened to Mo Lan? Di Tao, you seem to really enjoy playing these little tricks."

Di Tao was instantly silenced by these words. He met Di Guanwei's gloomy gaze and said in a trembling voice, "Father, what are you talking about? I don't understand."

Di Guanwei didn't beat around the bush and said bluntly, "It was you who arranged for Mo Lan to build a snowman, right?"

"Building a snowman?" Di Tao pretended to be surprised, portraying his innocence to the fullest.

Di Guanwei glanced at him sinisterly, his gloomy eyes seemed to want to drill a hole in him, trying to see through all the hidden emotions in his heart.