C11

8 PM at the Left Bank Cafe. Li Mei sat in a corner near the window, while Shen Chushan sat across from her.

Li Mei took out a share transfer agreement from her bag: "Surnamed Shen, I've been married to you for 15 years, without credit or hard work. If you want a divorce from me, that's fine, but I want 30% of the shares of the Shen Group, and 10% of the shares to be given to Bai Ting. Otherwise, I wouldn't sign it."

Shen Yushan sneered, "It's time for you to wake up from your daydream. I gave you 5 million, yet you are still not satisfied. Have you not heard a word?" If you want to buy shares, that's simply a fantasy. I left the company to Qingge, so don't think of doing anything wrong! "

With that, Shen Yushi angrily left.

Li Mei had a ferocious look on her face. She made a call. "Do it, then. Give me his briefcase when you're done."

At nine o'clock in the evening, Shen Chu Shan was sitting in his car and rushing to the law firm. He wanted to hand over the will in his hand to the lawyer.

Suddenly, a Mercedes-Benz came from the front and crashed into Shen Chu Shan's car.

The chauffeur died on the spot while Shen Chushan's head was severely injured. He subconsciously grasped the briefcase in his hand, his consciousness gradually fading away. A masked man snatched the briefcase away while Shen Chushan's eyelids drooped down. He tightly held a metal button taken from the masked man's sleeve.

Finally, he closed his eyes and fell into a pool of blood.

At 10 o'clock in the evening, Shen Qingge was having a midnight snack at the filming studio when her phone rang. She took the phone and said to a policeman, "Hello, is that Miss Shen? Shen Dong died in a car accident on the XX Road. Come here."

Shen Qingge stood there in a daze, her hands trembling. She forgot to cry. She asked herself, "Why? In this life, is the person closest to me still going to leave me?" Shen Qingge rushed out of the set and hailed a taxi before rushing over with the address.

Shen Qingge's eyes turned red as soon as she got out of the car, but no tears flowed down her face.

She rushed over and saw Shen Yushi lying on the stretcher, "Dad!" A burst of heart-wrenching screams made everyone fall silent and didn't carry Shen Yushi away.

Shen Qingge took his hand and realized that he was clenching his fist tightly. Shen Qingge tried to pry his hand open and a metal button fell onto her hand.

Shen Qingge's eyes were red to the extreme, as if she was about to shed blood and cry. She had no one left to rely on. She clutched the button. This was definitely not an accident!

No matter who it was, she, Shen Qingge, would never let it go. Her small body was on the verge of collapse, and at this moment, her hatred was as strong as it ever was. If not for that little bit of reason, she might have gone crazy.

At 11 PM, the streets of the imperial city were still bustling with noise and excitement. In the study room of the Jinju Mansion, Jian Xia was frowning as a trace of killing intent appeared on his handsome face.

Wu Yu stood beside him and did not dare to breathe. After a long while, Jian Xia's hoarse voice rang out, "Go to the Shen family!"

Shen Qingge walked along the street numbly. She could no longer feel the cold wind around her. She was only wearing thin clothes. At night, the temperature had dropped and a cold wind blew. Her small face was pale, her long hair was blown by the wind, and her shadow was swaying diagonally under the street light. It was unknown if it was the wind or if she was trembling.

A lengthened Rolls-Royce sped through the night wind. Jian Xia sat in the back of the car. Her whole body was emitting a cold aura, and the air pressure inside the car had been reduced by a lot. "Stop the car!" While Wu Yu was puzzled, Jian Xia had already opened the car door and stepped out with her long legs. She then walked toward a petite figure in the cold wind.