Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

"Are you serious?"

Ling Che raised his eyebrows slightly, with a smile in the corner of his eyes.

Qiao Ruyi stepped forward and looked up at him, "Since you have completed everything you wanted to accomplish, and we have been married for almost three years."

She pursed her lips, her eyes smiling, "How about having a baby? Having a child would be more lively."

Ling Che noticed that her palms were slightly cold, so he pulled her into the house and closed the door.

Pulling her to sit on the sofa, he asked jokingly, "Did you want to have a baby yourself, or did you remember those nonsense my dad said?"

He had long known that Ling Zhengqing wanted Qiao Ruyi to give him a child before his death.

However, the person who talked about this the most was Qiao Ruyi herself.

In the first two years, whenever they quarreled, she would bring up this matter, as if having a child was just a deal between her and Ling Zhengqing, and not something she did willingly, which made him feel very angry.

"Of course I want it myself."

Qiao Ruyi met his smiling eyes and said seriously, "It was indeed because of Uncle Ling's instructions that I wanted to have a child with you, but later you didn't want to have one. You also swore that you would not have a child with me."

When she said this, she looked obviously angry. She got angry when she thought about the many hurtful words he had said in the past.

He said he could have children with whoever he wanted, but he wouldn't have one with her.

Humph! Who was it that was lying beside the bed today, calling her "little sweetheart" in a low voice, even saying such cheesy words? Even though she was crying, she heard it all.

"You didn't tell me you liked me then." Ling Che half-knelt in front of her, smiling charmingly, and raised his hand to scratch her nose. "I don't want this little guy you gave birth to unwillingly."

"what about now?"

Qiao Ruyi hooked her hands around his neck, tilted her head and smiled, "I'm willing, do you want it?"

Ling Che stared at her beautiful face with ambiguous eyes. His gaze was like a series of hooks, falling from her eyes to her lips, and then moving down to her fair and delicate collarbone.

"What do you want?" He spoke in a voice that was magnetic and seductive. "Speak clearly."

His eyes were filled with naked desire. Qiao Ruyi lifted his chin and looked into his amber eyes. "I mean, kid, what are you thinking about?"

Ling Che curled his lips into a smile and agreed readily, "Okay."

"But." He picked up the white porcelain bowl on the table and placed it in her palm. "You haven't had a good rest these days. Eat well and sleep well first—"

He leaned close to her white earlobe and whispered the rest of the words, "Only then can you withstand me having a child."

His hot breath sprayed on her ears, and Qiao Ruyi subconsciously shrank her shoulders.

He was close to her, and his lips brushed against her earlobe intentionally or unintentionally, making her earlobe feel hot.

Seeing her face flushed, Ling Che achieved his goal and said calmly, "We agreed not to cry easily."

I couldn't bear it normally, and I've lost weight in the past few days. My waist, which was already slender, is now even more fragile.

Although she always stubbornly refused to beg for mercy, could he really ignore her and bully her harshly?

The porcelain bowl in her hand gave off a burst of warmth. Qiao Ruyi looked down at the fragrant milky-white bird's nest soup in the bowl, which also contained a few rose petals. "Did you make this?"

"Hmmm, try it."

Ling Che narrowed his eyes, as if asking for praise.

"How do you know this?" Qiao Ruyi asked.

Especially since he knew that roses were good for girls, he even put rose petals in it, which was not something Ling Che would have thought of.

As if seeing through her little thoughts, Ling Che frowned, "Don't I know how to read a recipe?"

"Eat quickly." He pressed the spoon into her hand.

He spent a lot of effort to make this, and it will get cold if he doesn’t eat it now.

Qiao Ruyi scooped a spoonful into her mouth and savored it carefully.

Bird's nest stewed in milk, and the scent of roses...

The taste is a bit strange, and... too sweet.

"How about it?"

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Ling Che frowned and asked, "It doesn't taste good?"

I caught a glimpse of a slightly red mark on the back of his hand. It was not big, about the size of a fingernail, and was very conspicuous on the back of his fair hand.

No need to think, you can tell at a glance that he was burned.

How could a young master who just eats all the food he wants know how to cook?

Qiao Ruyi felt warm in her heart and smiled with bright eyes, "It tastes good, very sweet."

Ling Che finally relaxed his frown and smiled, "Then drink up everything in this bowl."

Knowing that she wanted something sweet, he added a lot of sugar, and it really suited her taste.

Ling Che was in a very good mood as he watched spoonful of sweet soup being put into her mouth and her originally pale lips slowly turning rosy.

I didn't expect that just watching her eat happily without doing anything could make me feel satisfied.

As he was staring at the movement of her mouth, the cell phone in his pocket rang.

He was obviously a little impatient, and when he took out his cell phone and looked at it, he became even more impatient.

Qiao Ruyi didn't want to be curious about who was calling. She just heard the voice and took a look, and happened to see the caller's name.

Noticing her pause, Ling Che answered the phone, then turned on the speakerphone and placed it on the table.

"Keep eating." He raised his chin towards the bowl in Qiao Ruyi's hand. "It won't taste good if it gets cold."

The phone was connected and a gentle yet urgent female voice came through.

"Ache, is that you?"

Bai Yiyi asked anxiously, "Where are you now? I heard on the news today that you were in an accident. Are you okay?"

Qiao Ruyi was scooping the sweet soup in her hand. When she looked up, she found Ling Che staring at her.

"Ache? Are you listening?"

Bai Yiyi's anxious voice came from the other end of the phone again, and she sounded like she was about to cry.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Qiao Ruyi pointed at the phone, indicating that he should answer it first.

Ling Che didn't even move, and said casually, "I'm fine."

Hearing his voice, Bai Yiyi finally breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm glad you're okay. I was so scared. What if something really happened to you?"

Ling Che smiled softly, "How did you know something happened to me?"

"It was on the news. I was terrified when I heard it. Che, I'm really worried about you."

"Really? Did the news say something happened to me? How come I didn't know about it?"

When he said this, there was an ambiguous smile on his face.

Qiao Ruyi couldn't help but think carefully about what he said.

When she saw the news, she recognized the car as Ling Che's by the license plate number. And when Song Xilan called her to inform her, she was able to confirm the matter with her connections in the police station.

Apart from this, the news did not seem to reveal who was involved in the accident.

The person on the other end of the line was obviously stunned, and then Bai Yiyi's urgent voice came again, "That's your car, Che. Aunt Qiu told me about it. Che, after such a big incident, you still have the mood to joke around. Are you hurt anywhere?"

Bai Yiyi's voice was as gentle as water, and it sounded trembling with a hint of worry.

Even though Ling Che said he had no other intentions towards her, Qiao Ruyi still felt a little uncomfortable listening to it, and the sweet soup in the bowl seemed to be less sweet.

"It seems that Miss Bai cares about you very much. She calls you so late."

Qiao Ruyi finished the last sip of the sweet soup and placed the white porcelain bowl on the table.

She smiled gently at Ling Che, "The sweet soup is really delicious. Make it for me next time."

Her voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough to carry over the phone.

"Is that Sister Ruyi?" Bai Yiyi immediately noticed her voice. "Sister Ruyi, are you with Ache?"

"It's me." Qiao Ruyi's voice was cold and indifferent. Although Ling Che said that Bai Yiyi became like this in order to save him, she couldn't like Bai Yiyi at all.

Bai Yiyi didn't seem to mind her indifference at all. She smiled and said, "Sister Ruyi, I just heard you say you like sweet soups. Next time, you can try rose bird's nest stewed with milk. I taught Ache how to make it. Ache, you should still remember it, right?"