Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

The night was dark, and the huge Yujingwan Villa was brightly lit on several floors.

"What did I confess?"

A man's cold questioning came from the front yard on the first floor.

"You said that we should keep a close eye on the young lady and not let her go out no matter what happens until you come back."

The man in black standing in front of him lowered his head, his face covered in bruises from a recent beating, which were clearly still fresh and warm.

"Hmm?" The man raised his eyebrows, waiting for the other party to continue.

"Mr. Ling, the young lady saw the news and pulled out my gun, pointed it at my head and insisted on getting out."

The man in black spoke truthfully. In fact, he was not afraid of the black muzzle of the gun, but when he saw the young lady's cold and lifeless eyes, he was moved in a way that he shouldn't have been.

But making a mistake is making a mistake. He didn't follow Ling Shao's orders, so he deserved the beating he just received.

The man sneered, "Pointing a gun at you?"

The man in black only felt a shadow flash before his eyes, so fast that it took only a blink of an eye, and then the hard muzzle of the gun was pressed against his forehead.

"Like this?" Ling Che loaded the gun with one hand and pressed the muzzle hard against the black-clad man's head. "Why didn't it kill you?"

The man in black didn't retreat a single step, standing straight. "Mr. Ling, it's my fault for not taking good care of the young lady. I accept your punishment."

Ling Che chuckled, moved the gun away from him, threw it to him, and warned, "There won't be a next time."

"Yes, Mr. Ling."

It was a rare opportunity to be spared, so the man quickly took the gun and put it away.

......

"Dad! So you already knew that Ling Che, that bastard, was faking his death?"

In the living room, Song Xilan was so angry that she was about to explode with her hair on the phone. "Do you know that I thought he was really dead? I told Ruyi about this, and Ruyi almost committed suicide for love!"

Song Xilan still feels a little scared when he thinks of the scene when Qiao Ruyi fainted in his arms out of grief.

Until she sent Qiao Ruyi back and saw Ling Che appear here again, she almost thought that Ling Che had died so unjustly that his soul had not yet dispersed and was wandering here in broad daylight.

If she had known the truth any later, she might have gone to find a soul-collecting master to make Ling Che go to hell and not come out in broad daylight to scare people.

Song Hui on the other end of the phone said something, and Song Xilan's anger was obviously suppressed a little.

She sat on the sofa, hugging the pillow in her arms angrily, "Ruyi fainted and has been unconscious until now. Her private doctor is giving her a comprehensive examination."

Seeing the man who had just finished scolding her come in at the door, she answered a few words into the phone and then hung up.

"Ling Che!"

Seeing the man walk in, Song Xilan stood up from the sofa and pointed at him. After seeing the man's gloomy face, he swallowed a few harsh words and said through gritted teeth, "You are such a bastard!"

If she wasn't a little afraid to mess with this big Buddha, she would have used the few close combat techniques she had learned from Song Hui since she was a child and beaten up this stinky man!

Such a big thing happened but he hid it from Ruyi and kept her in the dark, making her so sad. She really wanted to punch him twice.

Her face changed into several expressions of gnashing teeth within a minute. Ling Che looked at her calmly, "Want to beat me up?"

Song Xilan was stunned. Was she so obvious?

She cleared her throat awkwardly and put away her hand pointing at him, "I'm too lazy to touch my best friend's man. I feel sorry for Ruyi if I beat you up."

She looked at his rather nice face angrily, "Leave your face for Ruyi to hit! You'd better pray that she wakes up soon!"

Just as he was uttering these vicious words, he heard light footsteps in the stairwell.

A private doctor in a white coat came down with his assistant.

"How is he?" Ling Che stepped forward, his brows slightly furrowed. "When will he wake up?"

"The young lady is so heartbroken and exhausted that she fainted and remains in a coma. It's best not to let her sleep any longer. Try to wake her up."

Fearing the other party might not understand, the doctor patiently explained from a professional perspective, "When people experience significant psychological stress and trauma, they instinctively want to block out stimulation through sleep, entering a state of 'suspended animation.' This is a genetic instinct. But when the trauma cannot be expressed in words, it will be like a bomb buried in her heart, and she may explode at any time in the future. In serious cases, it may cause mental disorder."

The doctor's words were euphemistic, but Song Xilan immediately understood the key point. "Are you saying that if Ruyi continues to sleep like this, she'll become mentally ill?"

"Um." The doctor hesitated for two seconds and nodded, "You could say that."

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and wake Ruyi up!"

As she spoke, she was about to run upstairs, but stopped after taking a few steps.

She turned her head and looked at the man who was still standing there. His eyes were complicated and she didn't know what he was thinking.

"Hey!"

She called him.

Ling Che heard the voice and looked towards Song Xilan.

The latter pointed upstairs and said, "You should go. Ruyi is in a coma because she knows you're dead. Maybe she'll wake up if you call her."

Ling Che's eyes darkened slightly as he walked upstairs.

Mental disorder?

The most important woman in his life had become mentally ill when he was four years old, and Qiao Ruyi could not become like this.

Pushing open the bedroom door, he walked in slowly.

When I came to the bed, I could clearly see the thin body under the thin quilt, sinking into the soft bed, sleeping very uneasily.

The delicate and lovely face was pale and bloodless, and the soft and rosy lips were now a little dry like a rose without dew.

She closed her eyes lightly, as if she was having a very bad dream, but was reluctant to wake up.

"Qiao Ruyi..."

Ling Che sat down beside the bed, his fingers gently caressing her brow, "I'm back, do you want to wake up and see me?"

The brows that were touched suddenly frowned, and the originally steady breathing became a little rapid.

Her body suddenly trembled, and a thin layer of cold sweat appeared on her fair forehead and cheeks.

The dry lips suddenly moved, "Don't... don't go..."

Her voice was so light, like a feather floating by.

Ling Che, however, held her ear tightly. He held her slightly cold hand and placed it against his lips. As he spoke, his warm lips slowly brushed against the delicate back of her hand.

"I'm not leaving. I'm right here. Come and see me when you wake up."

Wake up, Qiao Ruyi. Don’t sleep like before and leave him with no way to deal with it.

"Wake up, okay?"

He coaxed gently, his eyes reddening slightly, "You can hit me or scold me when you wake up, but please don't sleep, okay?"

It seemed that the person on the bed heard his voice, and the hand in his palm tightly grasped his fingertips.

"Ling Che, don't go!"

With a scream, the sleeping man suddenly opened his eyes.