Bye, My Cold-Hearted CEO!

“Mr. Feng, do you take Miss Yao to be your wife?” “I do!” “Miss Yao, do you take Mr. Feng to be your husband?” “I...” “No!” The church doors suddenly flew open, and a young woman came rushing in, wailing. A crowd poured in behind her, and chaos erupted in the church. The woman stumbled over to the groom, grabbed his sleeve, and wept in anguish. “Junyu, if you marry her, what will become of me? What will become of me? I'm carrying your baby!” The bride stood to one side in a daze. The woman's cries rang in her ears, but her gaze was fixed on the tall, impossibly handsome man at the church entrance: her ex-husband. He stared at her, his eyes blazing. A fierce fire seemed to burn in them, as if he wanted to scorch her to ashes. “Yao Yufei, come home with me!” He advanced toward her step by step, radiating a bone-chilling cold. In an instant, she felt as though she had fallen into an icy cavern a thousand years deep, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably...