Upon hearing that Ding Qiuyu had arrived, Grandma Huo happily came to see her, only to hear such a news when stepping into the hall. With a fierce heartache, she fell down trembling with painful expression.

"Madame! Madame! Wake up!"

The servants and bodyguards shouted and caught the old woman's body, while Huo Qiming strode forward to support Grandma Huo. "Send grandma to the hospital immediately. No one is allowed to talk about Ding Qiuyu in front of her!"

After sending the old man away, Huo Qiming looked coldly at Liang Shiying. "So the reason why you kept silent is to give me a sudden strike so that you can become my wife?"

Liang Shiying met his dark eyes and kept retreating, shaking her head in panic. "No, no, I thought you knew, so I didn't ..."

Huo Qiming stepped forward and grabbed her throat. "I told you already that our affair was just a deal. I would made you famous and you need to act with me without any useless illusion. The more you want to have, the more you will lose!"

Liang Shiying grabbed his wrist and struggled. "Qiming, Ding Qiuyu is dead. What's the point of saying this now? Why don't you let me accompany you? Even if we were acting in the past, we could have a wedding later, and we would be a family, right? I'll be your wife from now on. I can do better than Ding Qiuyu. I'm even more ..."

"What right do you have to compete with her? What the hell are you!"

Huo Qiming threw her to the side and walked to Jiang Luyun. "Give me this and you can leave."

He didn't want to admit that this was Ding Qiuyu's ashes, but at least he admitted that it was related to Ding Qiuyu. As long as it's relevant to her, he needed to keep it and no one would be allowed to take it away.

After all, she had disappeared from his life and left him nothing.

"Huo Qiming, I'm her husband now. I'm the only one who has the right to keep her ashes. Besides, I'm sure she won't let her ashes fall into the hands of a man like you who has hurt her so deeply."

Jiang Luyun hugged the urn tightly and walked past him calmly. "Huo Qiming, think about what you've done to her for the past seven years. What you've done to her and what she's done to you. You don't even have the right to pay her respects to her grave. She even tried her best to give birth to a child for you. Do you deserve it?"

Huo Qiming was stunned. Yes, child. She sill had their child.

"Stop! She's got my child in her ashes, and you're not allowed to take them with you!"

Huo Qiming chased after Jiang Luyun and stopped her again.

Jiang Luyun gently stroked the urn, his eyes full of sorrow. "At very beginning, her condition was still stable and the doctor even promised that she could live until giving birth to the child. But you announced your marriage with Liang Shiying at that moment and can you imagine how desperate she was? Her cancer cells spread uncontrollably that night, and she struggled in the ICU for a whole week before swallowing. In the end, she was still sad and desperate because she couldn't give birth to the baby!

And you only knew marrying Liang Shiying! Perhaps Xiaoyu's death was not entirely because of you, but this child's death was entirely caused by you! What right do you have to keep them and what right do you have to be the father of this child?"

Jiang Luyun, a man who was more than 1.8 meters tall, was actually saying with his eyes red.

"Do you want to know what she looked like before she left?"

He took out a stack of photos from his pocket and slammed them on Huo Qiming's face. "Keep them and look at them later. I specially print them out to let you confess."

Jiang Luyun left with the urn in his arms, and the photos fell on the ground. Huo Qiming looked down at the photos on the ground and slowly knelt down.

The woman in the photo was as thin as a log and her face was ashen. He almost could not recognize her.

According to the time sequence of the photos, the first photo was taken shortly after she disappeared. At that time, she did not need to wear an oxygen mask. She was dressed in a hospital gown and was lying on the bed with a pale face. Her hands were stroking her abdomen and she could barely smile. Looking at the next photo, she was getting thinner and more haggard. Then, suddenly, she had put on an oxygen mask and was pushed into the operating room with a pained expression.

The date of this day coincided with the day he announced his marriage to the nation.