Ex-Husband Comes Crawling Back After Divorce

"Dad, don't be angry, it can be withdrawn after half a year, and the company isn't just yours, it belongs to you and all the directors."

"Every time there's a problem, you pay out of your own pocket to cover the expenses, which is unfair to you and will make them accustomed to it."

"It leads them to not think about solving problems anymore, and they immediately start clamoring for you to cover the gap."

"Don't say we don't have that much money. Even if we did, isn't it better to keep the money in your own name rather than pouring it into the company?" Qiao Ran softly said.

"I also know that what you are saying is right, but can't the problems be solved now?" Song Zhiyuan said irritably.

"Dad, you should know about the bet I made with Xu Kexin? Although Xu Kexin was fired, I will definitely secure the cooperation show with HOT for the company, and at that point, we can silence those shareholders without losing a penny."

"But given our company's current image and reputation, how easy can it be to collaborate with HOT Corporation?" Song Zhiyuan felt that Qiao Ran's words were mere nonsense.

"Dad, just give me one chance. If I can't secure HOT, I'll ask the Wen Family elders to lend you money to cover the losses, how about that?"

Stock loss is a normal risk of running a company, and Song Zhiyuan had never actually planned on reimbursing the losses genuinely.

It was just an excuse to ask Qiao Ran for money.

With Qiao Ran saying this, for him, it was either to gain money or to secure cooperation with HOT. It was a win-win.

"Alright, if you manage to secure cooperation with HOT Corporation, I'll let you be the director of the sales department."

Standing at the corner of the second floor, Xu Xueman aimlessly overheard their conversation, a chilling bloodthirsty smirk curling her lips.

Thinking of collaborating with HOT?

Qiao Ran, you might as well go to Hell and seek their partnership!

...

In the deep of November night, the north wind was bitterly cold, and the wind on the mountaintop was even more chilling like a blade.

Qiao Ran sat on the grass, with a row of colorful candles burning before him.

Behind the candlelight, there lay a graveyard filled with flowers, and the photo on the tombstone was of a woman in her twenties, bearing a strong resemblance to Qiao Ran.

Only that her face carried gentle and soft beauty, whereas Qiao Ran's face had a touch of ruthless stunning beauty.

Qiao Wenhui was a woman who liked to live life as a poem, fond of dreams and fantasies. She didn't want to be squeezed into a small graveyard.

She had Qiao Ran bury her on a mountain facing the sea where she could gaze up at the sky and see the vast expanse connecting with the ocean.

After careful deliberation, Qiao Ran buried Qiao Wenhui here—Wangqing Mountain.

Hoping that Qiao Wenhui, with her spirit in heaven, knowing Song Zhiyuan's true face, could forget that scoundrel Song Zhiyuan.

And hoping that in her next life, Qiao Wenhui could find someone who truly loved her.

"Mom, I've taken your advice, I've let him go, and I've let myself go too."

Before she passed away, Qiao Wenhui said to Qiao Ran, "Ran'er, Mom knows you deeply love Wen Shimo."

"But loving someone isn't about possessing them, but desiring their happiness."

"As long as he's happy, just being able to watch him from afar is enough."

"You're trapping him in a marriage, and the ones in pain are the both of you, Mom hopes you can see that."

This was Qiao Wenhui's view on love, for she deeply loved Song Zhiyuan.

She couldn't bear to see him ridiculed for having a foolish son.

She couldn't bear to see him laughed at as a family destined to die out.

She couldn't bear to hear him cursed for conducting misdeeds in his past life, and having a foolish son to settle the debts in this life.

Hence, she handed over everything she had, taking her children far from home, just to make the man she loved happy.

Qiao Ran's perspective on love was the exact opposite of her mother's.

She believed in fighting for what she liked.

She achieved many things through her own efforts.

She believed that love could also be obtained through effort.

Even if unsuccessful, as long as she tried, there would be no regrets.

"Ding Dong..." The message notification rang, unusually loud at the quiet mountaintop.

Qiao Ran picked up his phone and saw a message from an unknown number.

"Come down, I'm downstairs at your house."

Although the sender didn't identify themselves, Qiao Ran knew it was Wen Shimo from the simple words.

"I'm not home, but if you can find me, I will remove the news as you desire."

After replying to the message, Qiao Ran sat for another half-hour, then heard some noises behind him, his attractive lips curling into a dangerous arc.

The fish has taken the bait.

"Mom, it's too cold up here on the mountain, I won't stay with you. I have to work tomorrow, I'm heading home," Qiao Ran said as he got up to leave.

"Haha, you don't need to go to work anymore!"

As the woman's chilling voice came, a figure emerged from the foot of the mountain in the dim light.

"Xu Kexin, is that you? What are you doing here in the middle of the night?" Qiao Ran slowly backed away as he watched Xu Kexin approaching step by step, his voice wary.

"What do you think I'm doing here? Of course, to make sure you keep your mom company forever," Xu Kexin said with a cold-blooded voice.

"You want to kill me? Just you? Have you forgotten how I discovered your deceit and returned your drugged wine to you, exposing your scandal with Wu Qingqiang?" Qiao Ran taunted coldly.

"Very good, you dare admit that you did those things. Qiao Ran, you've ruined my life. I won't let you go to Hell alone. I kindly brought a few men to serve you, making sure you blissfully ascend to paradise!"

After Xu Kexin spoke, five tall and sturdy men stepped out from behind her, Xu Kexin glaring viciously at Qiao Ran, "You little bitch ran away yesterday, but today I really want to see where you can run."

"Xu Kexin, after committing so many crimes, not only do you not repent, but you also want to kill to silence others? You're truly beyond help. The things you've done before could be settled with compensation, maybe a year and a half in prison, and then you could be out, but if you kill me now, it will be a death penalty, do you understand?" Qiao Ran asked coldly.

"What death penalty? You became a national laughingstock because you were preyed on by Director Wu, and you are too ashamed to live. What does your suicide in front of your mother's grave by jumping into the sea have to do with me?"

Xu Kexin sneered a few times, "Speaking of which, I should thank you for choosing such a secluded, quiet, and undisturbed deep forest as your mother's burial site. There couldn't be a better place for your disappearance."

"You guys, serve Miss Qiao well today. The more tragically and helplessly Miss Qiao screams, the higher the reward I will give."

As the men approached, Qiao Ran begged in fear, "Kexin, I know I was wrong, please let me go, I won't oppose you anymore."

"Realizing your mistakes now? It's too late, from the moment you posted about me and Director Wu online, you should have known I would definitely kill you," Xu Kexin said with a fierce look.

"Is it you who wants to kill me, or is it Song Wanqing? If I'm not mistaken, it was Song Wanqing who suggested you come to the graveyard to kill me, right?"

Xu Kexin's expression faltered. How did Qiao Ran know this?

"No, it was my own idea. I knew tomorrow was your mother's death anniversary, so I planned to ambush you tonight. I didn't expect you to come earlier," Xu Kexin denied.

"You lie, you're not that clever. It was Song Wanqing who told you, knowing you'd come to trouble me tomorrow; I was sure to come at dawn to pay respects to my mom, so you came now to ambush me."

"For the sake of making it believable, she only asked you to frame it like I committed suicide due to the online exposure. She never asked anyone to humiliate me; it's your own inability to swallow the humiliation I exposed that made you personally decide to let them degrade me, right?"

Xu Kexin was startled. It was indeed Song Wanqing who had come up with the idea to fabricate Qiao Ran's suicide.

Song Wanqing hadn't mentioned anyone degrading Qiao Ran; it was her who didn't want Qiao Ran to die too easily, so she had them degrade Qiao Ran.

She felt that after throwing Qiao Ran into the sea, the sea creatures would consume her, and no one would be able to trace it, hoping Qiao Ran would suffer immensely before being thrown into the sea.

"On the verge of death, and you still want to use me to harm Wanqing? I'm telling you now, all of this has nothing to do with Wanqing; it's all my idea. You're bound to die tonight anyway, I suggest you simply accept it and suffer less."

Hahaha…" Qiao Ran laughed coldly to the sky.

"What are you laughing at?" Xu Kexin asked angrily.

"I laugh at how pitiful and miserable you are, being used by someone and still protecting her like a treasure. Song Wanqing wants to use your hand to get rid of me, letting her take her revenge and cleanly become Mrs. Wen."

"And you, after this, will still end up in prison. Tell me, when she has someone 'take care' of you in there, what are your chances of getting out alive?"

If previously Xu Kexin thought everything Qiao Ran said was a coincidence, at this moment, she began to hesitate.

However, the hatred in her heart made her quickly dismiss these considerations.

Song Wanqing was someone who would even stab herself to save her, how could she harm her?

"Stop struggling when you're about to die, I won't give you a chance to leave the mountain alive. You guys, get her."

At Xu Kexin's command, five fierce-looking men charged towards Qiao Ran.

After dodging a few attempts, Qiao Ran was caught by two men.

"Help, help... Uh..." Qiao Ran's tragic cries echoed in the deep mountains at night.