The Yandere Mogul’s Jerk Ex-Wife

Jian Ning was determined not to know him. No matter what he said or did, he even desperately cut his wrist in front of her, trying to scare her with a suicide attempt.

But it was useless. Jian Ning coldly watched him cut himself, then calmly called 120, her eyes showing no compassion, as if looking at a mentally ill person who was stalking her, with no thought except to stay away.

Qiao Yu felt he was dying.

He had been chasing Jian Ning for three months, following her everywhere, giving her the best resources, lavishing everything on her. Learning from the lessons of the transmigration world, he didn’t let the media expose any of her privacy. To attract her attention, he had self-harmed countless times, but Jian Ning completely ignored him.

She truly treated him as if he didn’t exist.

This day, after Jian Ning attended a press conference and was leaving through a special passage, she was blocked by Qiao Yu again.

Jian Ning: “……”

Jian Ning was truly exhausted.

She really wanted to be heartless, to be a cold-blooded person.

But Qiao Yu was truly extreme.

In just three months, he had self-harmed nearly 30 times in front of her, doing it every one or two days, each time more serious than the last.

If not for Qiu Da’s quick thinking in hiring a family doctor to follow him, Qiao Yu would have died long ago.

Jian Ning was truly trying hard to appear cold, but this time, she broke.

This time, Qiao Yu had a syringe in his hand.

He had tortured himself to skin and bones, looking utterly miserable. Standing in front of Jian Ning with a slight smile, his gaze gentle and doting, smiling like an angel, he softly spoke words that were like a thunderbolt.

With pleading eyes, he looked at her, his gaze filled with humble entreaty, leaving no trace of dignity. Hopeful yet nervous, he begged, “Ningning, please don’t go. Watch me die, okay? I just want to die in front of you.”

“Having you watch me makes me feel incredibly happy.”

Jian Ning’s eyebrows twitched, looking at the liquid in the syringe in his hand, suddenly feeling a strong sense of unease: “What is that in your hand?”

This was the first time she had cared about him since coming back!!!

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