Goodnight, Mr. CEO!

that's all.

day after day.

Year by year.

Taking over the Song family, Song Chenxi was ordered to do so at a critical moment.

At that time, the Song family was facing internal and external troubles.

Externally, Chinese companies headed by the Yuan Group have suddenly emerged in country G, constantly impacting the stable local market. Internally, my brother-in-law and several major shareholders have different ideas and are about to cause chaos.

As soon as Song Chenxi took office, she immediately carried out drastic reforms, taking the most powerful stance to stabilize external worries and quell internal strife. In a short period of time, people no longer dare to underestimate her ability.

In this way, she became Mr. Song, whom others said was cold-faced, selfless and decisive.

It was also at this time that she was kidnapped by her brother-in-law.

A narrow escape from death.

The only belief that kept her alive was that person.

She walked back step by step for dozens of kilometers.

Grievance, fear, uneasiness, and sadness are always present.

Song Chenxi looked at herself, the fluorescence lingering on her shoulders, as if she was watching a movie from the past.

Even if her shoes were lost, she wouldn't even notice.

By the time I walked back, my feet were already scarred.

Drenched with blood.

But what was waiting for her was the news that that man was engaged to Zhiyun!

a bolt from the blue.

With this attitude, when she pushed open the door of the banquet hall filled with guests and friends, madness and despair violently tore at her heart.

She walked directly towards the two people.

Every step he took left deep traces of blood on the ground.

"I wish you..."

——Growing old together

"To tie the knot……"

——This life and this life

"Stay committed!"

Song Chenxi's voice blended with her own in the fantasy.

Every word.

All blood and tears.

He raised his head and drank the champagne in his hand.

A serious illness.

--I have been waiting for you……

——Why haven’t you come back yet?

——Are you...not coming back?

Song Chenxi looked at herself lying on the bed talking nonsense because of a high fever. She was so fragile and indifferent to the outside world.

yes.

No one but herself knew this.

At the same time, in the emergency room.

The various instruments monitoring her vital signs began to alarm frantically, and all the medical staff began to become nervous.

"Why panic!"

Only the holy hand standing on the operating table looked calm.

There was no pause in the movements of his hands.

"Hemostats!"

Her silvery-white hair was hidden behind a surgical cap, and her sharp eyes were calming.

The assistant immediately handed the hemostatic forceps to his hands!

While the Holy Hand and the God of Death were fighting against each other in reality, Song Chenxi in the dream was already following him, reliving every bit of these years.

Until the fire broke out all over the sky.

——You can’t tolerate your sister that much?

——Chen Xi, you are the most important person to me.

——I wish you could die.

——Chenxi, I love you.

Everything in the past fell silent in this sound.

In the light of the sky, covered in the smell of blood, she just leaned there quietly, hugging herself with her knees bent, and allowed the smoke and fire to engulf her.

The fluorescence floating on Song Chenxi's shoulders floated.

She watched her mature little by little and return to her childhood appearance.

The noise faded.

Song Chenxi finally walked towards that self.

"Tired?"

In the rolling flames, Song Chenxi sat next to her, letting the phantom rest on her shoulder.

Big tears fell down his cheeks.

After all these years, she was finally able to cry as freely as she did now.

"Stay with me."

The outside world is so tiring.

Stretching out his hand, Song Chenxi finally had the opportunity to give his past self a hug.

Today’s fifth update.