Tan Qi was dead.
He had been played to death by his enemy, Wen JiaLu, by Mo Hansheng.
When she was sent back to Mo Hansheng from Wen Jialu's hands, she had become a handful of ashes in the urn.
On the beach in the cold winter of Rong City, the cold wind was whistling, and her sweet soul was circling on the urn, almost about to be blown away by the cold wind. She leaned over and curiously looked at Mo Hansheng's current appearance, trying to see a trace of sadness or guilt on his face.
She had been married to Mo Hansheng for five years. Even though she looked like a perfect match and respected him as a guest, at the very least, as his old lover's wife who had exchanged her life for his old lover's, he should try his best to keep a low profile and squeeze out a few drops of crocodile tears to express his regret for her young age.
But he was indeed the man she liked.
Mo Hansheng's face, which had been moving like an iceberg for thousands of years, was expressionless. It seemed that what he was holding in his hand was not the ashes of his wife, but an insignificant wooden box.
He sighed. He did not know whether he should lament about his own death or how cold and heartless Mo Hansheng was.
At least, she really loved Mo Hansheng.
Before he was tortured by Wen Jialu for three days and three nights and swallowed his last breath, he still loved her.
Although it turned into hatred in the end, hatred didn't last long—she was dead.
Thinking about it, he felt wronged.
...
The man walking on the beach bank slowly stopped.
The man who was holding an umbrella for Mo Hansheng was stunned when he saw his actions. He asked, "Boss Mo, what's wrong?"
Mo Hansheng had not had much of a reaction ever since he had retrieved the sandalwood ashes from Wen Jialu.
Rong Qian thought that Mo Hansheng still had no feelings for Tan Qi.
He could not help but sigh when he thought of the woman who loved Mo Hansheng as much as her own life.
Standing by the dam, Mo Hansheng raised his head slowly and looked at the void with no expression on his face.
She was shocked when she saw Mo Hansheng's expression. If not for the fact that she had turned into a ghost, Mo Hansheng would not have been able to see what she said. She really thought that Mo Hansheng was looking at her.
The man's cold and dark eyes looked through her body into the dark sea in the distance.
His handsome face was cold and serious, and his cold eyes reflected the floating waves in the distance, as if something was violently surging in the depths of his pupils.
After an unknown period of time, just as Tan Qi was curious about what Mo Hansheng was thinking about, Mo Hansheng suddenly opened her urn.
The cold wind whistled.
The snow-white ashes floated from the urn to the sea as if all the flowers had fallen.
Rong Qian, who was standing behind Mo Hansheng, was slightly stunned. He opened his mouth and looked at the man's expressionless face. In the end, he did not say anything.
Tan Qi watched in shock as her ashes were thrown into the sea by Mo Hansheng.
"Damn, this guy has been here for such a long time. He is thinking about whether I should get rid of her ashes or not."
...
Just as she was lamenting that she was a good-for-nothing, she heard a burst of noise coming from a distance. She raised her head and looked in the direction of the dock, only to see a woman in a white dress staggering toward her with a frightened look.
Mo Hansheng's men didn't seem to dare to stop her, so they let her run over.
"Hansheng..." The woman's eyes were filled with confusion as she looked at the people around her. There was a hint of fear in her voice as she called out Mo Hansheng's name uneasily.
She was barefoot, slender and lovely. She wore a white cotton nightdress, and her hair was loose on her shoulders. Her little face was beautiful and pitiful, like a deer who accidentally broke into the hunter's trap. She was so pitiful that people loved her.
Liu Essenceyan.
Humans are as weak as the name Liu Fufeng. I feel sorry for them.
Mo Hansheng's old lover, whom Mo Hansheng had been in love with for ten years, was also Mo Hansheng's life-saving partner. He had fought with Wen Jialu for five years and even married her in order to get her back from this pervert.
Fortunately, their lovers finally got married, and she, a clown, also turned into ashes. No one could stop them from being together.
Mo Hansheng's handsome face remained expressionless. He threw the wooden box in his hand into the sea and then took off his suit jacket to cover her. This was something that she had never enjoyed before.
It turned out that he was also considerate. She couldn't help but feel a little emotional. Maybe Mo Hansheng would laugh when they were together.
"Why did you come out?" Faced with her old lover, Mo Hansheng's voice, which had always been cold, became a little gentler.
"I'm alone in the carriage. I can't see you. I'm a little scared..." Liu Yan's voice was soft and she was held in Mo Hansheng's arms. There was a hint of nervousness on her delicate and delicate face. She had been imprisoned by that pervert, Wen Jia Lu for five years and was already a little out of sorts.
"Let's go." Mo Hansheng led her into the carriage.
Tan's body floated in the air and she was dragged by Mo Hansheng uncontrollably toward him. She felt as if she had become a kite and the line was on Mo Hansheng.
She couldn't help but turn around and look at the ashes floating on the surface of the sea... When the waves hit her, the black wooden box was swallowed by the waves in an instant.
The last thing that Tan Qiqi left in the world was gone.
...
Tan Qi sat in Mo Hansheng's car and returned to her home where she had lived with Mo Hansheng for five years.
After the new hostess came back, there seemed to be a new batch of servants at home. They were all strangers.
The old butler was still the same. When he saw that Mo Hansheng and Liu Yan had returned, he hurried to entertain them.
Tan Qiqi wanted to go upstairs to have a look. When he was still in his room, he suddenly heard the sound of a car parking outside the door. Someone rushed in. Tan Qiqi looked around curiously and saw Ye Xiang, who was dressed in a white dress, coming in.
She had always followed the path of a dignified lady. At this moment, her delicate face with makeup was twisted, and she looked fierce. No one knew what she would be taught if her agent saw her.
"Mo Hansheng, where is our family?" Ye Su ran over angrily to find trouble with Mo Hansheng in her high heels. She looked like a little hen protecting its baby. "Where did you hide our family?"
"I haven't seen her for three days! I can't get through to her! What did you do to her? Where did you hide her?"
"Why is she here? How could you bring her to your house?" Ye Jian thought that she must have gone mad. She rushed over and tried to pull her out of Mo Hansheng's arms, but was stopped by Mo Hansheng's assistant, Rong Qian.
As she floated in mid-air and watched the farce, she felt a little sad. Thinking about it, Ye Zichen knew Liu Feiyan. Among these people, only she did not know about Mo Hansheng's ex-girlfriend. Thinking about it, Ye Zichen knew Mo Hansheng much earlier than she did. It was just that they played better later.
Mo Hansheng stood there with no expression on his face. He raised his hand to protect the blind man behind him. Then, he said coldly to Ye Zichen, "Get lost."
Tan Qi could not help but lean over and look into Mo Hansheng's cold eyes.
In the past, she had never seen Mo Hansheng a few times, and he was always very busy. Now, she could finally see him clearly.
He was still so handsome and attractive. She used to love his indifference and thought that she could melt his coldness with enthusiasm. Now looking at him face to face, she could see that there was only ruthlessness in his eyes.
He called Ye Jian to get lost, so the security guard soon drove Ye Jian out.
Tan Qi looked at Mo Hansheng, who was protecting her with a gloomy expression. She could not help but chase after Ye.
Outside, Ye Su squatted in the driver's seat, hugging her legs and crying. The tears on her beautiful little face wet her makeup. She sobbed in a low voice. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
I'M SORRY... WHAT ARE YOU SORRY ABOUT?
She fell in love with Mo Hansheng and fell into the trap. Who could she blame?
She reached out to wipe away her tears, but her fingers passed through her face...
I'm dead. I'm so sad that I can't even wipe my tears for those who care about me.
Thinking about it, Ye Su cried for a while and drove away from the gate of the villa. Tan Qi wanted to follow her, but he fell out of the car when he passed a limit.
She would not be able to get out if she exceeded a certain limit. She could only return to Mo Hansheng's side silently.
In the room, Mo Hansheng and Liu Yan were gone. She was bored and wandered around. When she saw Mo Hansheng coming out of a room, she thought that the room was his and Liu Yan's love nest.
The man's handsome face was cold and stern. When he passed by her, she smelled the coldness of the lake water on Mo Hansheng's body.
Mo Hansheng entered the study.
Tan Qi followed behind.
In the past, when she was still alive, she was not allowed to enter this study. Mo Hansheng thought that she was noisy and did not allow her to enter his office and disturb his work.
Now she could finally come in.
The design of the study was very simple. It was black and white in color and looked cold and old-fashioned. She looked at Mo Hansheng sitting on the office chair and remembered that the office chair and desk were all arranged by her in the past. In order to prevent him from hurting his spine while sitting on the office chair for a long time, she even secretly contacted a foreign team to design a human function chair. She spent hundreds of thousands of yuan to design an office table and chairs for Mo Hansheng.
Mo Hansheng did not care about these details. He had probably been sitting here for five years. He could not imagine how careful Tan Qi had been when he had just gotten married to him back then!
The man worked for a while, poured himself a cup of coffee, took a sip, and frowned.
He shouted to the outside, "Rong Qian."
Rong Qian opened the door and came in. "Boss Mo?"
"Go make a pot of coffee."
Lying on the sofa, Tan Qi and Lin Mengya were rolling around.
She remembered that she had personally bought this leather sofa in the city of furniture. There were so many sofas in the house, and she loved it the most. Because she liked Mo Hansheng, she had sent her favorite sand to his study.
Mo Hansheng didn't allow her to enter his study, so she couldn't even lie on her favorite sofa.
She didn't expect that there would be such benefits after she died.
Rong Qian returned with a pot of coffee.
Mo Hansheng poured a cup of wine and frowned coldly.
"What's wrong, Boss Mo?" Rong Qian had been following him for many years. He was familiar with Mo Hansheng's expression and could tell that he was not satisfied.
Mo Hansheng frowned slightly and asked in a low voice, "Why doesn't the coffee taste right?"
Rong Qian paused for a moment before asking subconsciously, "Something's wrong?"
"It doesn't taste good," he commented.
Rong Qian hesitated for a moment before he said, "...Boss Mo, the coffee used to be brewed by Miss Qi. There's no more at home now."
