If Jing Yiren could ever know that the Emperor died because of her, would she be heartbroken, or perhaps unable to forget the Emperor from her past life?
Thinking about this, Lu Ming felt like he was digging his own grave.
He was just making himself jealous for no reason.
Even if he told Jing Yiren about it, she might think he had lost his senses, making up stories when he was fine.
So he decided not to tell Jing Yiren for now….
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Lu Ming arrived at the office early today and had to rush to a meeting before he could even get back to his office.
He made up for all the work he missed in the past five days.
It was only after the meeting that he returned to his office.
As soon as he sat down at his desk, the secretary brought in coffee.
As he took a sip of the coffee, his gaze swept to the white photo frame on his desk.
The frame contained a picture of him and Jing Yiren, and usually he put it facing his computer.
