Ji's Manor, brightly lit.
Jing Shu was wearing a black dress, holding Ji Yanqing's urn in her arms.
There were no tears on her face, and she looked as calm as she was holding a bunch of flowers.
She had been married to Ji Yanqing for ten years, but her disgust and resistance to him never subsided.
When he died, she could be freed.
It's just that when she occasionally looks at the urn in her hand, her expression will show a trace of blankness and confusion, and her heart will feel a little uncomfortable.
But the feeling was unpleasant, so she ignored the strangeness of her body.
...
The people who came to pay homage to Ji Yanqing, both men and women, couldn't help shaking their heads, and then sighed hypocritically——
Ji Yanqing, the best-loved son of a generation, has been obsessed with liking and pampering this kind of woman for ten years, almost always answering her requests. Although she is very beautiful, she is too ruthless. She didn't even shed a tear at the funeral, nor was she sad... …
Jing Shu naturally didn't know what they were thinking. In fact, she had a serious car accident not long ago. At that time, she saw with her own eyes a piece of glass stabbed into her heart. The moment the pain came, she lost conscious...
She thought she was going to die, but when she woke up, she heard that Ji Yanqing was dead or died in a car accident.
She naturally didn't believe it, Ji Yanqing was so perverted and domineering, how could he possibly die? And he himself said that he loved her miserably, and only wanted to die on her body, and there would never be other accidents.
In the past, he would never leave her for three days, because he was afraid that she would run away. Even if he was on a business trip, he would come back to see her within three days, so she waited for three days, but what came was the notice that the company's shareholders strongly demanded to hold a funeral. ...
Just as she was thinking about it, a shadow fell in front of Jing Shu's eyes. She looked up and saw that the person who came was Ji Yanqing's official secretary. She asked indifferently, "Is there anything else?"
The people who came to worship have all left, and it stands to reason that he should also go.
Lan Linrui's brow furrowed fiercely, he squeezed the file bag in his hand tightly, gritted his teeth and asked, "Madam, Mr. Ji has been married to you for ten years, and now that Mr. Ji is gone, do you really feel nothing? "
Jing Shu's heart throbbed suddenly.
He asked her if she felt it? of course not! In the past ten years, Ji Yanqing has been paranoid and crazy, and her possessiveness towards her is terrifying to the point of outrageous. Lost everything, why should feel?
What's more, Ji Yanqing had been cremated before she woke up. What does she need to feel when facing a jar of ashes?
Jing Shu felt that her throat was blocked, but she asked, "What do you think?"
Seeing her expressionless face, Lan Linrui suddenly smiled sadly, he laughed loudly, and said to Jing Shu with red eyes: "Madam, you are really the most ruthless woman I have ever seen, even if you are now Even with Mr. Ji's heart, it can't change your cold and hard roots."
What?
Jing Shu's eyes widened suddenly, she looked at the man who lost her calm in front of her, and covered her heart in disbelief, "My heart..."
Lan Linrui closed his eyes, "Yes, the heart in your body belongs to President Ji. Otherwise, you really think that the glass is inserted into your heart, and you can still live? Otherwise, why do you think President Ji would lie? Called dead in a car accident? Otherwise, why do you think his body was cremated so quickly?"
"It's not because of you, it's not because President Ji doesn't want you to know the truth, and doesn't want to make you sad! But, President Ji never thought that you have no heart at all, so how can you be sad?"
"It's okay to die, I hope President Ji will keep his eyes open in the next life, and definitely, never meet you again!" After Lan Linrui finished speaking, he shoved the documents in his hand into Jing Shu's hand, and turned around and left.
There was a dull pain in Jing Shu's heart, her face was pale, she looked down at the box in her arms, and suddenly hugged tighter.
No one noticed that no matter how calm she was, from the moment she got Ji Yanqing's urn, the urn had never left her hand.
Jing Shu's hands trembled slightly, and she opened the document bag in her hand. Pages and pages of paper came into view. She looked at the signature at the end of the document, and suddenly laughed. The paper document was wet with dripping transparent liquid.
The pain in Jing Shu's heart became stronger and stronger. She smiled desolately, but her consciousness completely fell into darkness...
Pages of paper fell to the ground, clearly recording the beneficiaries of all Ji Yanqing's property——
All are Jing Shu.