Her ex-husband was too cold; after being reborn, she hid her pregnant belly and left her father behi

Jiang Qianhui clearly felt Zhan Yanxun's movements freeze for a moment, then he suddenly grabbed her neck and said, "Before I get tired of your body, you'd better watch your attitude. Otherwise..."

Before Zhan Yanxun could finish speaking, Jiang Qianhui suddenly reached out and hooked her arm around his neck, stood on tiptoe, and bit Zhan Yanxun's lips hard.

She kissed him hard, almost biting him, and blood filled their mouths, but neither of them wanted to let go of the other.

She held him tightly, as if trying to strangle her prey by entanglement.

Jiang Qianhui's body was trembling slightly as she vented her grief over her two lifetimes of unrequited love.

Zhan Yanxun raised her hands high and pressed them against the wall, then kissed her snow-white neck.

His kiss was intensely aggressive, but Jiang Qianhui's eyes were cold and sinister.

In her previous life, she was the one who would take the initiative to kiss her and get close to him.

But he treated her like trash on the ground.

Jiang Qianhui's eyes were slightly red, and she wanted to push him away, but then she caught a glimpse of the clock on the wall.

She didn't move. She heard Zhan Yanxun say in her ear, "You have to be good so that you can enjoy everything that Mrs. Zhan should have."

His warm, gentle hand gripped her slender waist, and Jiang Qianhui let out a soft moan.

Her soft humming stirred Zhan Yanxun's heart even more.

He lowered his head and kissed Jiang Qianhui's earlobe. Jiang Qianhui did not dodge, but silently counted down in her heart.

3, 2, 1.

Suddenly, Zhan Yanxun's phone rang.

In the heat of the moment, Zhan Yanxun ignored him and instead kissed Jiang Qianhui's neck with fervor.

"Your phone is ringing, aren't you going to answer it?"

Jiang Qianhui's voice was cold, revealing no emotion.

Zhan Yanxun said in a hoarse voice, "Nothing is more important than feeding Madam Zhan."

Could she interpret this as him trying to coax her?

Jiang Qianhui smiled, but her eyes held a sharp, mocking glint.

Jiang Qianhui, her eyes alluring, pointed at Zhan Yanxun's belt and said, "Your phone isn't something just anyone can call. Calling you must mean something important. You should answer it, don't let anything go wrong."

Jiang Qianhui's fingers hooked around Zhan Yanxun's belt, which pleased Zhan Yanxun and improved his mood.

He answered the phone, and Qiao Weiwei's weak and flustered voice came from the other end.

"President Zhan, I've been hit by a car, can you come and save me?"

"Where are you?"

Jiang Qianhui rubbed his belt with her fingertips. She looked down and Zhan Yanxun didn't see the complicated and mocking expression on her face.

In her previous life, her scheme to frame Qiao Weiwei was exposed at a jewelry launch event, and Zhan Yanxun immediately told her to get out of the Zhan Group and never set foot in the Zhan Group again.

She was unwilling to accept this, so she returned to the Zhan family and used the child in her womb to bring Zhan Yanxun back.

She pleaded with Zhan Yanxun not to kick her out of the Zhan Group, or she would jump off a building.

She was even standing on the second-floor rooftop, threatening Zhan Yanxun with the child's life.

However, at that moment, Zhan Yanxun received a call from Qiao Weiwei, saying that she had been in a car accident.

Upon hearing that Qiao Weiwei had been in a car accident, Zhan Yanxun left immediately, completely disregarding her pregnancy and her intention to jump off the building. His indifference was worse than that of a stranger.

Now she realizes how foolish she was back then. If a man doesn't care about you, why would he care about your child?

They wouldn't care about her or the baby in her belly at all.

Jiang Qianhui felt utterly pathetic.

Qiao Weiwei told Zhan Yanxun the location, and Zhan Yanxun said in a low voice, "I know, I'm going there now."

Zhan Yanxun hung up the phone and looked at Jiang Qianhui. Jiang Qianhui then tactfully removed her hand from his belt and said with a bright smile, "President Zhan, are you going to play the hero and save the damsel in distress again?"

“She has no relatives here, only an elderly grandmother. You know her grandmother is in the hospital, so…”

"Zhan Yanxun, you don't need to explain to me, I understand. Go and see him quickly. We don't know how badly he was injured in the car accident. If he's missing an arm or a leg, it would be such a pity for someone so young."

"I'll be back as soon as I go."

Go back? How could he possibly come back?

However, she still pretended to be obedient and said, "I understand, you go ahead."

Zhan Yanxun left, and Jiang Qianhui watched his departing figure. He still cared so much about her, as soon as he heard that something had happened to her.

Even with the arrow already on the bowstring, it can still be controlled.

Who says all men are lustful? Zhan Yanxun is an exception.

He has always been restrained in that regard.

He was like a god atop a snow-capped mountain. It was because of his purity that she looked up to him. She wanted to pull him down from his pedestal, but ultimately she was not capable enough.

"I am inherently charming and alluring, but not a good man. Who will be fortunate enough to give their life to the wrong person? The one I most desire to be with, stripped of their sharp edge, becomes a subject."

Jiang Qianhui's singing voice is like the sound of the wind by the River of Oblivion, melancholic and sorrowful, tearing a hole in one's heart with every note.

She didn't know why, but after being reborn, she especially liked this song.

Perhaps it's because they're unwilling to accept it.

She was originally a woman of great charm, but she ended up as a subject.

No, never again.

He doesn't deserve it!

……

The next day, when Jiang Qianhui woke up, Zhan Yanxun had not returned.

He even said he would come back. Of course, she didn't want him to come back; she just found it a little funny.

Jiang Qianhui got up and didn't find any trace of another person lying on the bed.

When Jiang Qianhui arrived at the jewelry design department, all the employees stood up and welcomed her with enthusiastic applause.

In her previous life, Jiang Qianhui was unaware of her immense popularity.

"What's going on? Why such a grand ceremony? Why are you welcoming me with such enthusiastic applause?"

"Yesterday's jewelry conference not only saw Zhao Youling's work break Zhan's Jewelry's sales record, but everyone's order volume also increased by 30% compared to before. This month's commission will be a significant sum for everyone."

"President Jiang, it's all thanks to your leadership that everyone has been able to improve. We are so lucky to have a boss like you."

Looking at everyone's happy faces, Jiang Qianhui said gently, "You get commissions because of your hard work. It's a blessing for the company to have such talented people like you."

At this moment, Zhao Youling walked up to Jiang Qianhui and said, "President Jiang, thank you. If it weren't for you, my work wouldn't have been number one in sales. You provided me with inspiration and helped me revise my work. Having a boss like you is truly our good fortune."

"Congratulations, Zhao Youling! Your work has the highest sales volume. As promised before, you will be the next design director."

"President Zhan, I'm just a newcomer, I'm not qualified to be the design director."

Who wouldn't want to be a design director? But Zhao Youling knew she was just a newcomer and had no qualifications to be a design director.