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挑選。葉天宇人在中東，周暮寒很快聯絡上了他。大螢幕上顯示著一張精緻無比、帶著溫潤笑意的臉龐。第一恐怖組織的第一代領導者楚離、傑森和黑傑克都脾氣不太好，但從葉寧遠開始，似乎每位領導人都笑眯眯的，非常紳士，葉寧遠是這樣，卡卡也是，葉天宇亦然；然而越是這樣的領導者，越不好惹。“朱雀這麼快就下任了？”葉天宇並不知道倫敦這邊的事情，一聽要重新選舉朱雀，微微驚訝。他以為朱雀死了呢，楚楚笑道，“是墨哥哥廢了她。...The Substitute Ex-Wife of the CEO

Ye Tianyu stood before Aunt Wen, expressionless. Aunt Wen’s eyes filled with anger and her hands clenched tightly. She had met Ye Tianyu a few times before; both families had eaten together several times before Warm (Wen An) married Ye Feimo, and she saw him once at the wedding. She always thought this child was warm and polite, extremely gentlemanly, but never expected him to do something so unforgivable.

It wasn’t wrong for him to fall in love with Wen Jing; when Wen Jing died, he bore some responsibility, but it couldn’t all be blamed on him. However, he shouldn’t have disregarded their aging parents and hurt them by not allowing Wen Jing’s body to rest in peace.

The boy standing before her now was no longer the young man she had seen back then. Two years ago, Ye Tianyu still carried a touch of youthfulness; his youthful appearance hadn’t faded yet, always smiling warmly. She even saw him play around with Wen Jing at Warm’s wedding.

Now, he truly seemed like a completely different person.

His face was devoid of any smile, not even when facing Cheng Anya. He appeared as tense and desperate as someone standing on the edge of a cliff who might crumble from just one push.

Aunt Wen believed that he truly loved Wen Jing very much.

If he didn’t love her, his eyes wouldn’t be so dry and empty, like riverbeds long deprived of water, with no color or hope left in them.

"I want to see Wen Jing," Aunt Wen said.

Ye Tianyu’s voice was hoarse, as if he hadn’t spoken for a year, "Okay."

"Give Wen Jing back to me. I want to take her home." Aunt Wen said, struggling to suppress the urge to hit him. This child had already received his greatest punishment; she didn’t need to act on it herself since fate had punished him by condemning him to a life of sorrow and hopelessness.

"No!" Ye Tianyu lifted his head slightly, looking straight at Aunt Wen, saying only one word without explanation or reason. This single refusal left no room for retreat for Aunt Wen, who angrily stood up.

"What qualifications do you have to say no Wen Jing is my daughter, she's the child I raised for eighteen years, my own flesh and blood whom I gave life to. She’s my beloved, now that she has died, all I want is to take her home and give her a proper burial, I just want her soul to return to our home. What qualifications do you have to say no" Mrs. Wen was trembling with anger and tears were welling up in her eyes.

"No!" Ye Tianyu said firmly, staring directly into Mrs. Wen's eyes. He meant what he said; otherwise, he would have taken Wen Jing home earlier. He couldn't let Wen Jing leave him, not even as a corpse.

Without Wen Jing by his side, he could hardly breathe.

"Ye Tianyu, don’t be too unreasonable!" Mrs. Wen shouted angrily, "Xiao Jing is dead, do you understand that she’s dead"

Was he really a pervert

Had he gone insane

To even want to possess her corpse.

A mother acknowledging the death of her child was such a tragic thing, yet this sorrow couldn't compare to the determination in Ye Tianyu's eyes. He didn’t want to discuss this impossible request with Mrs. Wen and instead asked, "Where is her diary"

Mrs. Wen clutched at her chest, struggling for breath because of his attitude.

Ye Tianyu, what qualifications did you have here to demand things so forcefully without even an apology

Cheng Anya was watching and feeling anxious; she couldn't help but say, "Tianyu, no rudeness."

It seemed like he had forgotten all about his manners and upbringing.

Mrs. Wen said, "If you don’t return Wen Jing to me, I won’t give you the diary."

Ye Tianyu’s gaze was sharp and merciless, "I have many ways to get the diary in your hand. This condition can't be negotiated. I only allow you to see her once; nothing else is possible."

Mrs. Wen felt cold all over when met with such a piercing gaze—how could a child have such an intense gaze, as if laser beams were piercing through someone's chest and turning them into corpses, so cold that she couldn’t bear to look back.

After all, Mrs. Wen wasn’t from the underworld; it was impossible for a commoner like her to match Ye Tianyu’s aura when compared with him, who was purely from the dark side. Cheng Anya sighed inwardly—Tianyu, are you really going to thoroughly offend someone

"Give me the diary!" Ye Tianyu said coldly and sternly, revealing his determination, "Otherwise, you won’t even get a chance to see her."

Mrs. Wen was so angry that she felt dizzy and almost fell down; Cheng Anya hurried over to support her and sternly said, "Tianyu, how dare you be so disrespectful!"

Ye Tianyu slightly frowned and lowered his eyes.

Cheng Anya tried to calm Mrs. Wen's emotions; the woman was too angry to speak a word. Ye Tianyu asked again, "Where’s the diary"

The purpose of him coming here was very clear—to get the diary, Wen Jing’s diary.

If it weren’t for this diary, he wouldn’t have come at all.

As for allowing Mrs. Wen to see Wen Jing once, he hadn’t even thought about it. He feared that if Mrs. Wen saw Wen Jing, she would forcefully take her away and lose control of her emotions; he was afraid his father really would forcibly snatch Wen Jing’s body.

He never wanted to think about Wen Jing's parents from the Wen family, only fearing they’d take her away. He knew he didn’t deserve Wen Jing, and she didn’t want to stay by him, but he still wanted her to remain.

He needs her.

He needs Wen Jing.

People only realize the value of something after they lose it.

If their paths had merely crossed and then parted, there would still be a chance for them to reunite in another life. But now that death has separated them, such a reunion is impossible this lifetime. At least, she will accompany him until his last breath, staying by his side as long as she can.

After he passes away, they shall be buried together.

Wen Jing's mother said, "Ye Tianyu, I hope that when you have a daughter in the future, you will understand how I feel today."

Understand this kind of despair of losing a child and never getting to see her again.

Cheng Anya was heartbroken and gritted her teeth as she looked at Ye Tianyu. Ye Tianyu lowered his gaze slightly and said, "I won't have a daughter. My wife is dead; I will never have another wife or daughter."

"You still have a long life ahead of you. Don’t be so certain," Wen Jing's mother said. "Wen Jing won’t stay with you for your whole life. After a few years, you’ll gradually forget about her and meet better girls. How could you possibly remember my daughter then If that’s the case, why not let her come back to us She wouldn’t interfere with your happiness anymore."

Ye Tianyu said, "Then wait and see."

Wen Jing's mother fell silent for a moment before finally opting for a compromise, “Take me to see Wen Jing, and I’ll give you the diary.”oach is too mercenary. Maybe our perspectives differ: I specify numbers because they are within reason, and I will follow through with additional updates. Otherwise, I could set an unrealistic goal li...