Wealthy child bride: divorced 101 times

"Miss Qianqian, Miss Qianqian..."

Several maids finally burst into tears uncontrollably, hugged each other, and howled loudly.

Uncle Lin stood aside, and couldn't help wiping away his tears.

He watched Su Qianqian grow up since he was a child, and he had never heard Su Qianqian's desperate cry, that suppressed pleading, made his heart tremble uncontrollably.

"Ning Xiu..." Mrs. Yi looked at Yi Ningxiu tremblingly, she didn't know what to say, her fingers were trembling, she couldn't imagine what Su Qianqian was going through there.

Yi Ningxiu looked at the phone blankly, and in his eyes, Su Qianqian looked at him last.

Unbelievable, desperate, stubborn, disheartened...

She asked him, husband, don't you want me?

She asked him in such a cautious voice, husband, do you want me?

And what did he do?

He directly, dropped her there.

Memories were like a dagger stained with poison, cutting open his heart bit by bit. He sat on the chair, as if he was thinking about something, but he didn't seem to be thinking about anything.

He has been hesitating between Su Qianqian and Su Qingqing, he is not hesitating which one he loves, he is hesitating, comparing the two, which one he is sorry for.

For the sake of filial piety, he traded his love for his guilt towards Su Qingqing.

He is the most selfish person in the world.

Because of his guilt towards Su Qingqing, he disregarded Su Qianqian's wishes, so she went to replace Su Qingqing.

Yi Ningxia went out after listening to the call, it seemed that he could no longer bear to stay in Yi's house.

Yi Ningxiu turned to Uncle Lin and said, "Send someone to find Fang Cheng's wife and children. If you find them, bring them here." He looked gloomy at the pile of newspapers on the table, "Go!"

"Yes!"

"Ning Xiu," Mrs. Yi looked at him anxiously, "This...this is against the law! If you do this, won't you be just like them?"

Yi Ningxiu touched the huge headlines in the newspaper with his fingers, closed his eyes: "I can't care so much now."

Mrs. Yi looked at him with a pale face, unable to speak for a while.

"Mom." Yi Ningxiu said softly, "I've always listened to you. After my father died, I don't want to make you sad." He turned to look at her, "We are two people who depend on each other, I want you to be happy But, mother, why do I live more—unhappy the more I follow your ideas?”

"Ning Xiu..."

"If Qianqian is rescued this time, I will move out with her."

"If she still wants to stay with me."

Under the bright light in the room, the man's cold face seemed to be covered with a layer of solid ice. He didn't look at Mrs. Yi again, but just stared at the void with a blank expression.

No amount of regret, no amount of self-blame, can't get her back.

There seemed to be an empty space in his heart, he leaned on the sofa, closed his eyes, and let his thoughts drift in the dark.

An hour later, Uncle Lin came over and said to him, "Fang Cheng's wife and son are settling down in the United States. The people from our side have already passed, and they will probably be here tomorrow."

Yi Ningxiu nodded: "Now, release the news."

If he wanted his wife and children to live, he let Su Qianqian go.

If he doesn't let it go, he will let him taste it, what is it called, ten thousand arrows piercing the heart.

The matter has come to this point, he can no longer turn back, he will bear the rest of the consequences himself, but he will never let anyone who hurt her go.