Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

At seven o'clock in the evening, the autumn wind was blowing outside the police station.

On the lounge chair at the door, the woman sat motionless with her head down, staring at the ground. Her bun had loosened a little, and a few strands of hair fell down to cover her cheeks, and the expression on her face was dark and unclear.

The taxi driver had evil intentions while driving and robbed the victim of his money, causing the victim's accidental death - this was the cause of Chen Juan's death that Qiao Ruyi received.

There are no other relatives in Chen Juan's address book. The only phone number marked as "daughter" is Qiao Ruyi.

As her only relative, Qiao Ruyi signed the consent form and the body was sent directly to the funeral home for cremation.

Qiao Ruyi has been sitting at the door of the police station since she came out, and she didn't even see Aunt Chen for the last time.

The autumn wind blew by, lifting the few strands of her hair that had fallen down. Her face looked extremely delicate but a little pale.

My mother passed away...

Aunt Chen is gone too...

There is no one else in this world who treats her so well.

From the time she received the call from the police until now, she hadn't shed a single tear, but her heart felt like it was blocked by a thousand-pound iron block and she couldn't breathe.

A burst of hurried footsteps came from a distance and finally stopped in front of her.

Smelling a sweet fruity aroma, she raised her head and looked at the person who came.

Song Xilan met her eyes, and those beautiful eyes were almost filled with brokenness.

"Ruyi..." Her voice choked, and she slowly squatted down, "Are you okay?"

Qiao Ruyi didn't cry, but her eyes were slightly red. She was stunned for a long time before asking, "Do you remember my Aunt Chen?"

"I remember." Song Xilan nodded seriously. Aunt Chen from Qiao Mansion made delicious butterfly cakes. When Qiao Ruyi was a child, she often brought some to school to share with her.

"She's gone..." When she said these three words, Qiao Ruyi's voice choked and tears finally fell from her eyes.

This aunt, who was closer to her than a relative and had taken care of her like her own mother for eleven years, passed away just when she was about to meet her after fourteen years of separation.

She hadn't even said a word to Aunt Chen.

Qiao Ruyi covered her face and cried, "I finally found her..."

Song Xilan hugged her, and his heart felt as if someone was grabbing it.

The Qiao Ruyi she knew hadn't cried like this for a long, long time.

"Ruyi...Aunt Chen just went to heaven in advance to accompany Aunt Yin."

The person buried in her shoulder cried bitterly, and her shoulders were soaked with hot tears. Song Xilan patted Qiao Ruyi's trembling back soothingly and choked with sobs, "Ruyi, cry, it's okay, it's okay once you cry."

A taxi stopped by the police station and a figure hurried out of the car.

Wearing a black casual outfit and a handsome blue wolf tail, he looks very youthful.

Handing over a bottle of warm water, Fang Ran raised his hand and touched Qiao Ruyi's hair, saying softly, "It's cold outside. Let me take you home."

Song Xilan held Qiao Ruyi's face and wiped away the tears on her face. "Ruyi, it's okay. You still have me and Fang Ran."

......

The shadows of the trees outside the car window flashed by so quickly that it was impossible to catch them.

Qiao Ruyi sat in the back seat, tilted her head and looked out the window, without saying a word.

Seeing her like this, Song Xilan's face was full of worry.

The last time I saw Qiao Ruyi silent and taciturn was the day Aunt Yin passed away fifteen years ago.

Little Qiao Ruyi seemed to have lost her soul and took a half-month leave.

During that half month, she locked herself in her room, not seeing anyone and not talking.

When I saw her again half a month later, she had lost even more weight than she already was.

Fang Ran was driving, looking at the people in the back seat through the rearview mirror, then his gaze fell on Song Xilan on the other side, "Should we tell Ling Che about this?"

Qiao Ruyi came back to her senses when she heard Ling Che's name.

She shook her head slightly, and when she spoke, her voice was hoarse, "He is on a business trip in the United States now."

Telling him will only make him worry, and it might even affect his work.

"Xilan," Qiao Ruyi suddenly asked, "Has the driver been arrested?"

"Yeah." Song Xilan nodded. "The surveillance cameras near the airport were broken. Luckily, the suspect was at the scene of the crime and didn't have time to escape. My father said he confessed everything."

It was because she heard Song Hui talk about this that she realized it was related to Ruyi, so she hurried to find her.

Qiao Ruyi lowered her eyes and pinched her fingers hard.

But she felt vaguely uneasy.

She always felt that this matter was not that simple.

After sending Qiao Ruyi back to Yujingwan, Song Xilan and Fang Ran planned to stay with her, but were rejected by Qiao Ruyi.

After the two left, the huge Yujing Bay was brightly lit and there was silence all around.

......

At the same time, in a luxurious hotel suite in the United States, a tall and straight man was standing in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window and talking on the phone.

The collar of his black shirt was casually unbuttoned a few times. He held a cigarette in one hand and a cell phone in the other.

The whole body exudes a lazy, mysterious and complex temperament.

The hotel is located by the lake and has a very wide view.

Standing in front of the window, you can see where the lake and the sky meet, and the sun is slowly rising.

His thin lips curled into a faint smile as he listened to the foreigner on the phone jokingly say, "Che, we've arranged a few hot beauties for you in your suite's swimming pool. Go exercise first thing in the morning so you can be energetic for the morning meeting."

Ling Che curled his lips, "There's no need for beauties, my wife is very strict at home."

When he mentioned this, the smile on his lips deepened.

He flicked the ash from his cigarette and said with a smile, "If only Mr. Warren could offer to give us another 10% discount at the meeting, then this cooperation would be a complete success."

"Don't worry, Che. We are 100% sincere in cooperating with you. Enjoy your breakfast and see you at ten o'clock."

After hanging up the phone, Ling Che threw his phone on the sofa.

There was a hint of impatience on his face. This broken phone couldn't receive Qiao Ruyi's call.

I glanced at the time. It was just nightfall in Beijing. I didn't know whether the man was working overtime or had already rested.

There wasn't even a phone call or message. It seemed like she was preoccupied with work and didn't miss him at all.

There was a knock at the door.

"Enter."

He took a puff of his cigarette and saw Qi Jin coming in from the door.

"Mr. Ling."

Qi Jin stepped forward and reported everything that needed to be reported.

Seeing his eyes darken, he put out the cigarette in his hand, frowned and asked, "Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Seeing him angry, Qi Jin lowered his head and said, "You were in a meeting yesterday. I saw you were asleep..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by someone's harsh voice, "I'm just fucking asleep, not dead!"

"Arrange a flight and return home."

The man stood up from the sofa, his whole body full of anger.

Qi Jin desperately asked, "What about the meeting at 10 am?"

Ling Che looked sideways at him, "Return to China, don't you understand?"