Divorce and flash marriage, CEO ex-husband regrets heartbreak

But young master, you have to be careful of the second young master. He is a meticulous and ruthless person. Not to mention you, he doesn't even have any kindness towards the master and the eldest young master."

"Really?" Yin Junye couldn't help but laugh. "That's like keeping an ungrateful person by your side. That Di guy is really stupid."

"Alas." Lu Mian sighed deeply.

"It's not that the master is stupid, it's that he's too stubborn and extreme about the glory of the Di family. Why do I say that? It's because he only cares about power and influence. The old lady has argued with him about this many times, but he is cold and paranoid by nature and won't listen to anyone. Even the old lady's death couldn't bring him back to his senses."

"The eldest young master always said that the old master was crazy and possessed by a demon, saying that he had manipulated all his descendants into mechanical puppets for the sake of the Di family. But the truth is, the old master himself was also a mechanical puppet.

He just used his father's harsh and cold-blooded education method on the young master and the young lady. In fact, from another perspective, he is also a pitiful person..."

"You're still saying good things for him?" A cold and unpleasant voice interrupted Lu Mian. He quickly covered his lips, wishing he had a zipper to zip up. He looked both funny and silly.

There was a pause.

Finally, Lu Mian saw Yin Junye's brows relax and took the initiative to speak, "Young Master, do you want to tell the master about the young lady's matter?"

Although he often complained about Di Guanwei in his heart, he felt a little sympathy for him these days when he saw him blaming himself and feeling regretful about Mo Lan.

In fact, he knew that Di Guanwei regretted it in his heart, but he was a stubborn person by nature, so the regret in his heart and his actual regret had nothing to do with each other.

"What's the point of telling him? Can it save Tiantian from a plane crash?"

Lu Mian: “…”

"Not only are you not allowed to tell him, I want you to constantly use the plane crash incident to poke his lungs. I want him to suffer day and night, living in agony every minute of every second."

He wanted to hold his little girl in his palm and pamper her, but Di Guanwei tortured her into a silent puppet. If murder was not illegal, he really wanted to cut the old beast into pieces and cut off his flesh and blood to feed the dogs.

late at night.

Lu Mian came out to the living room wearing a heavy coat to get some water. His two dark eyes were lazy and sleepy, as if he couldn't open them.

He hadn't had a good night's sleep for several days since Mo Lan's accident. He was able to sleep for a few hours after returning from the ancestral hall tonight, but the young master was too mean and forced him to drink two sips of wine.

Lu Mian's scalp went numb at the thought of being forced to drink by Yin Junye. That was a strong liquor that had been stored in the wine cellar for more than 20 years. One sip almost burned his throat. The spiciness still irritated and numb his throat.

I feel very bad.

Gurgling.

Lu Mian poured the water and drank it based on his memory. Not feeling satisfied, he guzzled two more cups before groping his way back to his room like a drunkard.

however……

"Ah, old master, why are you here?"

Seeing the shadowy figure sitting on the sofa, Lu Mian's heart almost jumped out of fear.

Oh my God, scaring people can kill them. Does the master think his life is too long?

"Have you been drinking?" After turning on the light, Di Guanwei looked at Lu Mian coldly. The smell of alcohol secretly drunk by people who are not good at drinking is particularly strong, so Di Guanwei could smell it with just one sniff, but he rarely drank in his memory.

"Master." Lu Mian was still in shock, half frightened and half alarmed by the questioning about his drinking.

Although drinking was not a big deal, no matter how powerful Di Guanwei was, he could not control his mouth. What he was worried about was how to explain it.

If he drinks for no reason without a good excuse, I'm afraid the master will tear him apart.

Suddenly, his mind flashed back to what Yin Junye said to him in the ancestral hall: Not only are you not allowed to tell him, I also want you to constantly use the plane crash to poke his lungs hard. I want him to suffer day and night and live in pain every minute and every second.

Look, here comes the solution.

With a plan in mind, Lu Mian gathered his emotions, and then the tears came, so violent and extraordinarily violent that it seemed as if they were going to flood the house.

When Di Guanwei saw him crying, his brows furrowed visibly, and his cold and emotionless face looked even more solemn and cold under the light, like a female ghost.

Lu Mian had a talent for acting. Tears streamed down his face, and his bony body trembled as if he was going through the pain of hell.

She choked up, "Master, I just dreamed about the young lady. I dreamed that she was crying heartbreakingly and calling for you. I dreamed that she was covered in blood and told me that she was in pain and very cold, and asked me to take her home. Master, I..."

The rest of his words were drowned out by Lu Mian's crying. Di Guanwei's breathing stagnated, and his face remained cold, making it impossible to glimpse into his inner emotions.

Lu Mian, who was crying, quietly raised his head to look at him, and saw that his face was still cold and expressionless. He cursed him in his heart as a beast. He said that he dreamed that the young lady called him, but he was still indifferent?

Was his expression of regret over the young lady's plane crash all an act? Did he not care at all about her life or death? Was he sitting here like a ghost admiring the moon in the middle of the night?

Bah, what the hell is the moon? Where can we find a moon in this cold winter weather?

"It was just a dream."

After a long time, Di Guanwei spoke softly, his voice lacking any warmth.

Lu Mian's heart froze for a moment, and then, risking a severe reprimand from him, he spoke in a very subservient tone, "Master, have you ever regretted it?"

"What do you regret?" Di Guanwei glanced at him sinisterly.

Lu Mian's heart hardened. "Do you regret killing the young lady? If you hadn't suddenly forced her to go abroad, she wouldn't have died, her body wouldn't have been left, and her journey on earth wouldn't have been like a fleeting flash in the pan."