Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

It was not until midnight that the bath was finally finished.

When lying on the bed, Qiao Ruyi had already run out of strength. Her eyelids were so heavy that she could hardly lift them up.

The porcelain-white skin was exposed, leaving deep and shallow marks.

The bed next to him sank, and Ling Che sat down on the edge of the bed. His chestnut brown hair was half dry after taking a shower, and the hair on his forehead lightly blocked his deep eyes.

Qiao Ruyi actually saw a hint of gentleness in him.

He lowered his eyes to look at the person next to him who had half-closed eyes and seemed to be half awake, and he could smell the fragrance of her hair.

"Aren't you going to sleep yet?" Ling Che's voice was low and uniquely charming. "Want to come again?"

Qiao Ruyi turned towards him and shook her head gently, her eyes sparkling under the light, "Ling Che, you are so beautiful."

It was rare for her to say something praising, and Ling Che was very pleased.

He raised the side of his lips, "Finally you can speak?"

He was openly mocking her. Qiao Ruyi turned over unsatisfied, her back facing him as she muttered, "You too, you can just give up this mouth if you don't want it anymore."

Ling Che smiled when he heard it, turned her body over, leaned over and looked directly into her eyes, "How can I kiss you after I donated?"

His amber pupils were extremely beautiful, like glass beads, making it impossible to look away.

Qiao Ruyi stared at his handsome face in a daze, her eyes moving from his eyes to his high nose bridge, and then to his rosy thin lips.

The distance was too close, and their hot breaths intertwined.

Qiao Ruyi couldn't help but sigh that she had never truly loved a man in her life, and had never even had a proper relationship.

Falling in love with Ling Che was worthy of her discerning eyes over the years.

Ling Che's deep and penetrating gaze fell on her fair and delicate face, the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, and there was a faint smile at the corners of his lips.

"Ling Che."

Qiao Ruyi asked, "Do I look good?"

Ling Che looked at her exquisite face and said, "Not bad."

Qiao Ruyi smiled lightly. This narrow-minded man, was he taking revenge on her for saying that he looked okay at the Qiao Mansion?

Smelling the faint fragrance on his body, Qiao Ruyi put her hands on his shoulders and hooked his neck, "Do you like me?"

The person in front of him remained calm, his eyes slightly gloomy.

Qiao Ruyi tried to find a little love in his eyes.

Before Ling Che could reply, the sudden ringing of the cell phone disturbed this brief moment of ambiguity.

Ling Che stood up, took the phone from the bedside, glanced at it, pressed the answer button, and walked towards the balcony.

The person on the other end of the phone spoke urgently, and before he could move, Qiao Ruyi heard two words.

Ye Ke.

Qiao Ruyi's heart sank in an instant. It was Ye Ke again.

This so-called good buddy, good brother.

She stared at Ling Che's back as he answered the phone, then sat up hugging the thin blanket. The latter had already hung up the phone.

Before he could speak, Qiao Ruyi swept away her tenderness and warned him coldly, "Ling Che, if you dare to walk out of this door today, don't come back."

Ling Che frowned slightly and raised the phone in his hand, "It's Song Yanzhi calling."

"Ling Che, when you're lying to someone, don't treat them like a fool."

She even heard the word "Ye Ke", and he was still lying to her?

Ling Che didn't explain much, just reminded him, "Go to bed early." Then he strode to the cloakroom to change clothes.

After getting dressed, he left in a hurry.

Qiao Ruyi didn't even have the energy to scold him. She just stared at him as he walked out the door and closed the door.

After a while, the sound of a speeding motorcycle was heard downstairs.

Only when the sound faded away did Qiao Ruyi collapse on the bed, feeling deflated.

Even though she had said such harsh words, she still couldn't stop Ling Che from running towards another woman.

The light above her head was so bright that it hurt her eyes.

She raised her hands, covered her eyes with her arms, closed them gently, and two lines of tears slid down.

Along with the wetness on my arms.

She didn't want to cry.

Maybe too much happened today and she was too tired.

She really didn't want to cry.

She hadn't cried in many years and thought her heart had become indestructible.

Why am I so sad right now...

Suddenly, she felt a spasm-like pain in her stomach, and she gasped for breath in pain.

Then he got out of bed, poured a glass of warm water and drank it, then went back to bed and lay down.

After a few minutes the pain did not ease, but became more intense, so much so that her breathing was trembling.

She curled up her thin body, pressed her hands tightly against her abdomen, and her face turned pale.

It hurts...even breathing hurts.

I don’t know if it was because of the unhappy dinner at the Qiao family or because of the alcohol.

A feeling of nausea welled up in her throat. She quickly got out of bed, staggered to the bathroom, and vomited violently.

Waves of retching drained all her strength.

I returned to the bedroom with difficulty and was about to dial the internal line of the nanny's room when I suddenly remembered that I had given Aunt Zhang a day off because we were going to the Qiao Mansion for dinner today.

She curled up on the bed, pressing one hand on her abdomen. She picked up her cell phone and subconsciously prepared to call Song Xilan, but then she remembered that she was still out of town and had not returned.

With trembling fingers, I swiped across the address book from top to bottom, only to realize that there was no one I could call at this moment.

She is not good at socializing, does not like falsehood, and does not like to rely on others, so she has very few friends.

And the only person who loved her in her life passed away early...

She never thought that when she needed someone the most, she didn't know who to turn to.

She had never thought that after all these years of pride, Qiao Ruyi would also need someone at some point...

Finally, her eyes fell on Ling Che's phone number. Her fingers paused for a moment, and her eyes turned cold... Two seconds later, she turned off the phone.

While I still had the strength to get up, I got dressed, went downstairs, and took a taxi.

Her face was so pale and the sight of her curled up in the back seat made the driver feel sorry for her. In the end, the taxi driver took her to the hospital, registered her and paid the fee.

After being hooked up to the IV drip, she fell into a deep sleep.

......

In the ward.

"what happened?"

Ling Che looked coldly at the girl in hospital gown lying on the bed.

Ye Ke had a bandage on her forehead, stained with blood. "I accidentally fell off my bike. It wasn't as serious as Old Song said. He insisted on calling you."

Song Yanzhi paid the money and walked in. "It's not serious, just a broken head."

Ye Ke smiled indifferently and looked at Ling Che, "It's inevitable to get hurt when riding a bike. Besides, I'm as tough as a man."

Ling Che asked, "You said on the phone that someone deliberately bumped into you?"

"Oh. I was mistaken. I saw his car coming straight towards me and thought he did it on purpose. But it turned out he was driving while fatigued and almost hit me accidentally. I panicked and fell."

As they were talking, Qi Jin pushed the door open and whispered in Ling Che's ear, "Mr. Ling, we've checked. The driver was driving while fatigued and didn't hit Miss Ye."

Seeing Ling Che's cold expression, Ye Ke changed the subject and said, "Ling Che, Lao Song, thank you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't know who to call if something happened. It's great to have brothers like you."