Mr. Huo, Take a Number at the Crematorium

Five years ago, Shen Qinghuan was the wife Huo Jingshen imprisoned with a contract. He gave her the deepest affection and the most bitter hatred. Only when her heart died and she “fell into the sea” did he realize that without her, his world was a desolate wasteland. Five years later, Aurora, the international queen of jewelry, returned in glory with her adorable genius child. Huo Jingshen cornered her against a wall, eyes bloodshot. “Huanhuan, I’ll give you my life. Please, just look at me once more.” She only curved her red lips into a faint smile, took her son’s hand, and walked around him. “Mr. Huo, you’re in the way.” Later, everyone in the city knew that the dignified CEO Huo spent every day sincerely atoning to the woman who had once been his wife. This time, he would kneel in the dust and beg the flower named Qinghuan to bloom for him once more.