Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

The water in the bathtub overflowed with a considerable amount, and the bathroom became charming again.

A shower that should have taken ten minutes took three hours.

Aunt Zhang kept heating up the food downstairs, and was finally told by Ling Che to go and rest.

It was almost ten o'clock in the evening when I went downstairs.

The man was wearing a white home suit, and his chestnut brown hair was half-dried and scattered on his forehead, lightly covering his handsome eyebrows and eyes.

He sat on the sofa, watching the light purple figure go get the medicine box and trot over again. His eyes were always on her, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

Qiao Ruyi brought the medicine box and sat next to him.

Looking at the gauze on his arm that was soaked and still seeping with blood, his delicate brows furrowed.

Ling Che naturally placed his right hand on the pillow, "Qiao Ruyi, I'm injured again because of you."

Qiao Ruyi had just carefully untied the gauze for him and looked up suspiciously, "What does it have to do with me?"

"If it weren't for you, my hand wouldn't have gotten wet and the wound wouldn't have opened up." He said it as a matter of course.

“…” Qiao Ruyi choked and was speechless.

Ling Che leaned back on the sofa, the light from above his head shining down on him, making his smooth facial features look even more profound.

There was a lazy look on his face after his sexual desire was satisfied, and there was always a smile in his deep eyes.

Qiao Ruyi was wearing a light purple silk nightgown, which felt as smooth and delicate as her skin.

He was particularly serious when re-applying medicine and bandaging him.

"By the way, the Qiao Mansion sent some things over today."

Although the things were thrown away, he felt that he still had to tell Qiao Ruyi about this matter.

The hand applying the medicine suddenly trembled, and then resumed its movement.

"what?"

Ling Che took in the subtle expression on her face and said, "A few boxes of Chinese cakes."

Under the light, her long eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Oh." She responded lightly, lowered her eyes and continued what she was doing.

She had already guessed that it must have been Qiao He who sent it, because before she was ten years old, she would often clamor for that thing. After her mother passed away, she stopped eating it and no longer asked Qiao He to buy it.

Ling Che noticed that she was in a bad mood and said lazily, "But I've already asked Aunt Zhang to throw it away."

Qiao Ruyi suddenly raised her head and asked, "You threw it away?"

"What else?" Ling Che asked, "What good things could the Qiao Mansion send?"

Qiao Ruyi was about to refute him, but then she changed her mind and realized that what Qiao He gave her had nothing to do with her.

What did this gift represent? Was it a debt he owed her? Or was it because he regretted slapping her?

Whatever it was, it had nothing to do with her anymore.

She now didn't even want to step into the door of Qiao Mansion.

"Just throw it away."

She wrapped a new circle of clean gauze around his forearm.

Her tone was indifferent, and Ling Che thought she was angry about it.

"Just ask Aunt Zhang to buy whatever you want to eat, or have it delivered to you." He looked at the tip of her upturned nose. "You eat whatever anyone gives you. Aren't you afraid of being poisoned?"

I'm just as greedy as I was when I was a kid.

Qiao Ruyi put away the medicine box and looked up, "Who wants to poison me?"

Ling Che chuckled and raised his hand to pinch her chin. "Qiao Ruyi, be more careful around others. Not everyone wants the best for you."

Looking into his amber pupils, Qiao Ruyi could see herself in his eyes.

She said, "Ling Che, if it happens again, don't drive up here."

Ling Che obviously didn't expect her to bring up this topic. He looked at her deeply for two seconds and said in a gentle voice, "Are you afraid that I'll die?"

"Yeah." Qiao Ruyi nodded without hesitation.

She was afraid, very afraid.

She was not that scared when the incident happened, and her first reaction was to question the culprit.

It was not until she saw Zhao Yaqin's hateful look that she felt scared all the way back.

Zhao Yaqin really wanted to die with her, and she risked her life the moment Ling Che's car hit her.

Although she didn't want to show it on her face, she really didn't want Ling Che to lose his life because of her.

She answered seriously, and Ling Che looked at her and suddenly smiled.

The corners of her lips curled up and she smiled beautifully.

He raised his hand and ruffled her hair. "So Qiao Ruyi, you must remember to love me more."

For him, three years is far from enough.

At least compared to him, it's still far from reach.

......

After dinner, Qiao Ruyi was sitting on the sofa in the study, processing emails on her computer. She saw the man walking in. He had already taken off his home clothes and put on a black Cuban collar shirt.

She glanced at the time, it was almost eleven o'clock.

"Do you want to go out?"

Ling Che fiddled with his cufflinks and walked towards her. "I'm going out to do something. I'll be back later."

Seeing her slightly furrowed brow, I thought she was scared being home alone.

"There are people guarding outside, and my phone is always on. Call me if you have anything."

He looked at his watch and said, "Be back before one o'clock."

Qiao Ruyi put down the computer on his lap, stood up and looked at Ling Che suspiciously, two buttons of his shirt still undone, and as he raised his hand, the tight and strong lines of his chest were vaguely visible.

There was no woody scent on her body like during the day, but a light smell of smoke mixed with a hint of cold mint.

She deliberately asked, "What urgent things do you have to do so late?"

Seeing her scrutinizing look, Ling Che raised the corners of his lips, "Find another woman."

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, the smile on Qiao Ruyi's lips disappeared.

She narrowed her eyes and smirked, almost gritting her teeth as she said, "Then just wait for me to break your legs."

Ling Che's smile deepened, "Okay, then wait for me to come back."

In a luxurious Rolls-Royce.

The man sat lazily in the back seat, his deep outline making it difficult to discern his expression in the dim car.

"Mr. Ling, are we going now?" Qi Jin sat in the driver's seat, glanced back, and waited for the man's answer.

Ling Che closed his eyes lightly and opened his thin lips slightly, "Strike while the iron is hot. If you're late, you won't remember."

......

A white motorcycle stopped by the roadside. A young girl got off the motorcycle, took off her helmet and shook her long hair.

A few friends on motorcycles were chatting and laughing on the side of the road.

"Ye Ke, why do you suddenly want to go abroad?"

Ye Ke leaned on the motorcycle and smiled at them, "I'm tired of staying in Beijing. I just want to go abroad for some fun."

A friend jokingly said, "Sister Ye Ke, your sudden decision to go abroad this time wasn't secretly arranged by Young Master Ling, was it? Let's guess, could it be that Young Master Ling bought you a big house abroad so that you can enjoy a life together as a couple?"

When Ling Che's name was mentioned, Ye Ke's hand holding the phone suddenly trembled, and an emotion flashed across her face.

The friend continued to tease and analyze, "Although Master Ling is married, we all know that he doesn't take his wife seriously at all. I guess it's because of this incident that Master Ling couldn't give Sister Ye Ke a legitimate status, so he took Sister Ye Ke abroad."

Everyone was making a fuss when a black Rolls-Royce stopped right next to them, interrupting their conversation.

The back seat window was halfway down, allowing one to see the man's handsome and heroic face, as well as the oppressive aura surrounding him.

The man glanced out the window with indifferent eyes and said two words in a leisurely tone, "Get in the car."