After She Died, President Fu Wept Himself to Death at Her Grave

One-on-one romance, a marriage of convenience, unrequited love, and a wife-pursuit crematorium.

A proud heiress versus a cold, ruthless CEO.

At first, the haughty heiress bravely pursues love. Later, she can’t be bothered with him.

At first, the heartless CEO enjoys tormenting his wife. Later, he gets a taste of the wife-pursuit crematorium.

“Will you kiss me, please?”

She begged him humbly.

But he only curled his lips into an icy smile, his expression even more mocking.

“Kiss you? Have you forgotten, Miss? We’re in a marriage of convenience. You think I actually love you?”

Her thick lashes fluttered in panic.

“Do you really hate me that much?”

He stared at her with a sinister look, his long fingers gripping her chin hard.

“Hate you? I wish you’d just die!”

Then he coldly tossed her aside, leaving her alone to fall apart.

“Miss Bai, do you like my special gift?”

His voice on the phone was ice-cold, cutting straight through her heart.

“So it was you!” Her heart grew colder still.

Of course, the person who knows you best also knows where to stick the knife.

Her consciousness grew hazy. Tears welled in her eyes, and her eyelids grew heavier.

From now on, she owed him nothing...

“Didn’t you say you wanted her dead?”

“Well, now she’s dead! Are you happy?”

Her former friend railed at him on her behalf.

But he laughed in disbelief.

“Dead?”

“You think you can fool me?”

“Where is she? Tell her to come out.”

“I want to see her alive, or see her body!”

The man roared hysterically, his eyes bloodshot.