My whirlwind marriage partner is a wealthy CEO

Chapter 269 My name is engraved on the tombstone?

Chapter 269 My name is engraved on the tombstone?

The morning sunlight shines on the city's skyscrapers, casting a golden glow.

Tan Haoyu and Zhu Ziqing agreed to meet downstairs at the company at 10:00 AM.

Zhu Ziqing arrived at the company early and hurried straight to the leader's office.

"Mr. Wang," she knocked politely on the door and entered after receiving permission, "I have some personal matters to attend to this morning and would like to ask for the day off. Is that alright?"

Mr. Wang looked up, smiled and said, "Ziqing, no problem. You've always been very reliable at work, so taking a break now and then is perfectly fine."

Zhu Ziqing smiled gratefully, "Thank you, Mr. Wang. I will finish up and come back as soon as possible."

Zhu Ziqing emerged from her office, feeling somewhat uneasy. She gathered her thoughts and headed towards the company reception desk.

As soon as I got near the front desk, I heard the receptionist call out enthusiastically, "Ms. Zhu, come quick!"

Zhu Ziqing walked over with a puzzled look, only to see the receptionist excitedly pointing to two large bunches of bright red roses on the table, their delicate beauty and rich fragrance filling the air.

"Miss Zhu, this was just delivered to you, it's so beautiful!"

Zhu Ziqing was completely stunned when she saw the two large bouquets of flowers.

She started to have doubts. She didn't usually have any suitors, so who sent these flowers? She hesitated, unsure whether to accept them or what to do with the two large bouquets.

After standing there hesitating for a while, Zhu Ziqing thought to herself, "I'll accept it for now, see who sent the flowers, and then figure out a way to return them later."

Zhu Ziqing carefully picked up the flower, examined it closely, and discovered a delicate card tucked among the flowers.

She gently pulled out a card, on which were written sweet words: "My dearest Ziqing, this bouquet is for you. May every day of yours be as bright as it."

After reading it, Zhu Ziqing frowned deeply, a sense of unease and confusion welling up inside her. The term "darling" made her feel incredibly uncomfortable.

The first person she thought of was Tan Haoyu, since he had just asked to meet her yesterday.

But she found it hard to believe that Tan Haoyu, who was usually calm and reserved, would do something so childish as to send flowers and write such mushy words.

Zhu Ziqing couldn't help but recall her interactions with Tan Haoyu. That decisive and calm man in the business world didn't seem like the kind of person who would do such a thing.

But then she thought about Tan Haoyu's sudden phone call last night, and the contents of the card, and she started to have doubts.

Their attitude towards Tan Haoyu also subtly changed, gradually shifting from trust to suspicion.

Zhu Ziqing grew angrier the more she thought about it, and she decided to call Tan Haoyu and tell him that she didn't want to see him again.

Just as she took out her phone to dial, Tan Haoyu called.

Without a second thought, Zhu Ziqing answered the call, her tone full of ruthless rejection: "President Tan, I don't want to see you anymore. You're too naive, and this behavior is really inappropriate."

Tan Haoyu, on the other end of the phone, was completely bewildered by the sudden scolding. Confused, he asked anxiously, "Ziqing, what's wrong? What did I do to make you so angry?"

But Zhu Ziqing didn't want to hear his explanation and hung up the phone immediately.

After hanging up the phone, Zhu Ziqing felt as if a heavy stone was pressing on her chest, making her extremely uncomfortable. She thought of Tan Haoyu's wife and couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy.

"If his wife knew he was like this, she would be heartbroken. It's really not worth it." Zhu Ziqing had always believed that it was the most beautiful thing in the world for a man to deeply love a woman.

But now, Tan Haoyu's actions have shattered this beautiful illusion in her heart.

She felt a deep sadness, as if something she had always believed in had been ruthlessly shattered.

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Inside the office, Zhu Ziqing was facing her computer screen, dealing with a mountain of work.

A short while later, a commotion suddenly broke out outside the office.

"Mr. Tan, you can't barge in!" The receptionist's voice, filled with anxiety and fear, came through the door.

Zhu Ziqing subconsciously looked up and saw the office door being slammed open, and Tan Haoyu strode in with a gloomy face.

He stood at the door, his two sharp, hawk-like eyes fixed directly on Zhu Ziqing.

Tan Haoyu stared at Zhu Ziqing for a long while, then suddenly strode towards her. His steps were rapid and powerful, and the floor seemed to tremble slightly with each step.

Immediately afterwards, he reached out and grabbed Zhu Ziqing's hand. The action was so sudden and fast that Zhu Ziqing had no time to react.

After grabbing her hand, Tan Haoyu pulled her out without saying a word, no longer asking for her opinion as before, exuding an aura of domineering authority that brooked no refusal.

Tan Haoyu held Zhu Ziqing's hand tightly, controlling his strength just right so that Zhu Ziqing couldn't break free without hurting her in the slightest.

As he walked, he kept an eye on Zhu Ziqing's pace to make sure she could keep up, and led her toward their destination.

Zhu Ziqing was completely taken aback by Tan Haoyu's sudden display of power.

She was about to ask a question, but before she could finish speaking, Tan Haoyu glared at her fiercely.

The complex emotions conveyed in that glance made Zhu Ziqing swallow back the words she was about to say.

She could only obediently and hurriedly follow Tan Haoyu, and was eventually shoved into the passenger seat of the car.

Tan Haoyu got into the driver's seat, made sure Zhu Ziqing had fastened her seatbelt, and started the car without saying a word.

The car shot off like an arrow, its tires screeching as they rubbed against the ground.

During the drive, Zhu Ziqing secretly glanced at Tan Haoyu.

His face looked terrible, his brows were tightly furrowed, as if he was trying his best to suppress some great pain.

Seeing Tan Haoyu so depressed, Zhu Ziqing felt a pang of heartache for him.

She hesitated for a moment, then softly called out, "Haoyu..."

This call, as gentle as a spring breeze, seemed like a remedy, miraculously calming the restlessness and unease in Tan Haoyu's heart.

Tan Haoyu tilted his head slightly, glanced at Zhu Ziqing, and a hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes.

The car sped along, and finally, Tan Haoyu spoke up: "Ziqing, today's destination is the best cemetery in Pengcheng."

Zhu Ziqing was startled and looked at Tan Haoyu with a puzzled expression, not understanding why he wanted to take her to the cemetery.

After the car came to a stop, Zhu Ziqing followed Tan Haoyu out of the car.

Keep walking forward until you see a tombstone.

She took a closer look and froze instantly.

The name engraved on the tombstone was the same as his own: Zhu Ziqing, and the owner of the tombstone was Tan Haoyu's wife.