Addicted to seduction, the cold CEO cries every night

Even so, Mrs. Si was terrified every time she went there, for fear of being discovered by Si Jinghuai, so for all these years, Mrs. Si only gave Xue Jingchen enough money to live on through other people.

I dare not give more than that.

If I leave the Si family now, I will lose everything.

How can she be willing?
Seeing that Mrs. Si was unwilling, Si Jinghuai did not force her. He raised the corner of his lips and revealed a creepy smile: "It's okay if you don't want to leave."

He threw the wooden can in front of Mrs. Si and said word by word: "You don't have to leave if you don't want to."

"Kill this little bastard, and you will still be the wife of the Si family, and you can continue to live your pampered life."

Si Jinghuai's words were truly cruel.

Mrs. Si stared at Mu Cang and shook her head: "No, no, no!"

Si Jinghuai did not rush her and waited patiently for her to make a choice.

Mrs. Si looked at Mu Cang in horror, then turned to look at Xue Jingchen.

Finally, he turned around to look at Si Jinghuai and said in a hoarse voice: "Jinghuai, don't be so cruel."

"He is your brother."

"Woo..." Mrs. Si covered her face and cried bitterly. If someone who didn't know the inside story saw her like this, they might feel sorry for her.

But no one present, including Xue Jingchen, felt sorry for her.

Xue Jingchen had bright red lips and his eyes fell on the wooden handle next to Mrs. Si, his eyes flickering.

He paused and looked up at Si Jinghuai and Wei Nan.

Then he quickly crawled to Mrs. Si's side at lightning speed, picked up the wooden gun and pointed it at Si Jinghuai.

Yan Xia was about to step forward to stop him, but Xue Jingchen had already pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Boom..."

"Boom..."

There was a sound of a wooden box being knocked down and a sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Yan Xia was so frightened by the sound of the woodcutter that she closed her eyes. When she opened her eyes, she found Si Jinghuai sitting on the sofa still in the same posture without moving.

Xue Jingchen, who was opening the wooden warehouse, was kicked far away by Wei Nan.

Yan Xia finally made a move and rushed to Si Jinghuai: "Are you okay?"

"Are you not hurt?" Yan Xia pounced on Si Jinghuai and checked his body up and down.

Si Jinghuai looked at Yan Xia's face so close to him, and the anxious expression on her face was clearly visible.

Si Jinghuai curled his lips slightly, and suddenly took his hand and stood up: "Let's go."

Seeing that Si Jinghuai was not injured, Yan Xia breathed a sigh of relief.

But when she heard Si Jinghuai say he was leaving, she couldn't help but glance at Mrs. Si and Xue Jingchen.

Si Jinghuai just left like that, so how do we deal with things here?

As soon as this question popped up in her mind, Si Jinghuai, who was leading her out, ordered coldly: "Clean up this place."

"Since then, Mrs. Si has passed away."

As soon as Si Jinghuai finished speaking, Mrs. Si broke down and burst into tears.

“Jinghuai…Si Jinghuai!”

Her voice was desperate and plaintive, with a hint of anger.

Si Jinghuai did not stop until he walked out of the yard where Mrs. Si was, then he suddenly stopped.

He just stood there, motionless, without even a single expression on his face.

Yan Xia could clearly feel that a thin layer of sweat appeared on Si Jinghuai's palm as he held her hand.

Yan Xia suddenly felt sorry for Si Jinghuai.

It turns out that there are so many things hidden under his cold appearance, including his father's death and his mother's infidelity.

Everyone says Si Jinghuai is cruel and ruthless, but who knows how he grew up?
Si Jinghuai stood still for a while, then took Yan Xia away. But from beginning to end, there was no extra expression on his face, and he put Yan Xia on the passenger seat as if nothing had happened.

Then he drove back to their villa as if nothing had happened.

After returning to the villa, Si Jinghuai went to the study alone and locked himself in for a long time without coming out.

When Wei Nan's call reached Yan Xia, Yan Xia realized that Si Jinghuai didn't even answer Wei Nan's call.

Wei Nan said, "Sister-in-law, tell the boss that the matter has been settled. From now on, there will be no more Mrs. Si in the capital."

Yan Xia pursed her lips and said, "Mrs. Si, is she...really dead?"

Wei Nan sneered when he heard this: "How can that be possible? I did want to, but the boss still left a glimmer of hope and sent his wife and that little bastard back to the countryside."

"Oh." After hearing this, Yan Xia had an indescribable feeling in her heart.

After hanging up the phone, Yan Xia looked up in the direction of the study upstairs, thought for a moment, and waved to the servant: "Is the soup ready?"

The servant went to the kitchen to take a look, then came back and said to Yan Xia, "Madam, it's ready."

"Give me a bowl." Yan Xia got up from the sofa and followed the servant to the kitchen. When she came out, she was holding a bowl of soup in her hands.

She went upstairs step by step and walked to the door of Si Jinghuai's room with the soup in her hand.

She bent her slender fingers and knocked on the door, but after knocking for a long time, there was no movement from inside.

She stood in front of the door for a while, thought about it, and simply pushed open the door of the study.

"Ahem..."

As soon as Yan Xia opened the door, she started coughing because of the smoke from the study. The whole room was filled with smoke and Yan Xia almost couldn't open her eyes.

After she finished coughing, she walked into the study room carrying the soup. She raised her hand to clear away the smoke and saw Si Jinghuai, who looked decadent, sitting behind a chair.

The moment she saw Si Jinghuai, Yan Xia couldn't help but her pupils shrink.

Having known Si Jinghuai for such a long time, Yan Xia seemed to have never seen this side of Si Jinghuai.

His slender figure leaned decadently on the leather chair, a cigarette pinched between his fingers.

The scarlet cigarette butts were shining like stars in the sky.

Si Jinghuai's study is about fifty or sixty square meters. Such a big house is filled with smoke. One can imagine how much he has smoked since he came back.

Yan Xia paused, walked over and put the soup in her hand on the table, then walked to the window and opened it.

Fresh air filled the air, and Yan Xia felt that she could breathe again.

After opening the window, Yan Xia turned around and walked to Si Jinghuai, looking down at him.

Si Jinghuai didn't even move his eyes.

Yan Xia had never seen Si Jinghuai so decadent, but she had to admit that Si Jinghuai did have a good appearance.

Even though he looked so decadent, it couldn't conceal his extraordinary aura.

"Jing Huai." Yan Xia lowered her head and called him, her voice gentler than ever before.

In the past, she always called her Si Jinghuai or the more polite Mr. Si, but now she found calling her Jinghuai surprisingly easy.

Si Jinghuai didn't respond. He just raised his hand, brought the cigarette to his lips, took a puff, and then exhaled.

Then he put his hand down dejectedly.

Yan Xia felt distressed when seeing this.

No matter how strong Si Jinghuai is, he must be feeling uncomfortable at this moment.

She couldn't find any words of comfort for a moment, so after thinking for a while, she held Si Jinghuai's face and gently kissed him on the lips.

"Jing Huai."

Yan Xia called out again, but Si Jinghuai's eyes darkened: "Don't call me that."

"Disgusting." (End of this chapter)