Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

"Isn't this normal?" Song Yanzhi patted her shoulder. "We are fellow riders. When you get better, let's race a few more laps."

"Since you're alright, take a good rest."

After Ling Che finished speaking, he raised his foot and prepared to leave.

"Ling Che." Ye Ke called him, "You come here so late at night, Ruyi won't be angry again, right?"

Ling Che glanced at her indifferently, "Are you afraid she'll get angry?"

Seeing his unhappy tone, Ye Ke looked at Song Yanzhi with a smile, "We are all good brothers, right? I'm just worried that you and Ruyi will have a bad time."

Song Yanzhi continued, "It's okay, Ling Che, you go back first, Ye Ke is here with me."

Ling Che hummed, said nothing more, and strode away.

Ye Ke looked at his back without a trace of hesitation, and felt extremely sad.

If it was that girl... would Ling Che still ignore her and leave so easily?

......

The room was filled with the smell of disinfectant and was all white.

There was the sound of idle chatting coming from the bed next to her. Qiao Ruyi was a light sleeper and woke up not long into her sleep.

There is still an IV drip on my hand, and the abdominal pain has eased a lot.

She turned her head and saw a slender white hand adjusting the drip speed for her.

The incandescent light above his head cast a halo over the other person.

"woke up?"

The voice was clear and pleasant, and somewhat... familiar.

Seeing her silence and eyes full of doubt, the man leaned forward slightly and asked with a smile, "Don't you recognize me?"

Only then did Qiao Ruyi see his appearance clearly, and it was the same as the handsome young man in her memory.

"Cheng Yimu?"

"Ruyi, long time no see." Cheng Yimu looked at her pale little face tenderly. He had imagined many scenes of their reunion, but he didn't expect that he would see her again in the hospital.

Qiao Ruyi was a little dazed.

It’s been a long time since we last met, almost...seven years.

Seven years ago, Cheng Yimu followed his family's arrangements to go to Country D for further studies, and she went to Country F.

The year she and Ling Che got engaged, Cheng Yimu went to Country F to find her.

He asked her, "Ruyi, can you wait for me?"

Qiao Ruyi didn't give him an answer.

Later, he asked, "You've never met him before, and you don't even know whether he's round or flat. Are you really willing to marry him?"

For Qiao Ruyi at that time, it didn't matter whether she was willing or not.

Because she had no choice.

At that time, the Qiao Group was gaining momentum with the support of the Ling Group. Qiao He clearly stated that the marriage of the Qiao family's daughters could only be used to form alliances and consolidate the interests of the group, so he was more than happy to accept the marriage proposed by the Ling Group.

At that time, Qiao Ruyi knew that she had no other choice but to marry an arranged marriage. Instead of marrying other playboys, it would be better to choose a chosen one and marry the son of the richest consortium. This way, she could get rid of the Qiao family and check and balance Li Ling and her daughter.

Coming back to her senses from the memories of the past, Qiao Ruyi noticed that Cheng Yimu was wearing a spotless white coat, and his work badge read "Chief of Surgery of this city's hospital."

"When did you come back?" she asked.

"A week ago, I just finished the joining procedures these few days."

Cheng Yimu pulled a chair and raised her bed, adjusting it to a comfortable height.

He pulled a chair and sat down next to her. "Your gastroenteritis has come back. Luckily you were rushed to the hospital in time. You've always had gastroenteritis since high school. Why are you still so careless about your health?"

Qiao Ruyi pulled up the corners of her pale mouth and smiled, "It's an old problem, it won't get better."

Ever since her mother passed away and Aunt Chen, who had taken care of her since she was a child, was sent away, her stomach has been damaged... It is common for her to suffer from gastroenteritis every few days.

Not wanting to bring the topic back to herself, Qiao Ruyi asked him, "Aren't you a surgeon? Why are you here with me?"

Cheng Yimu smiled gently, "I was accompanying the director on ward rounds and happened to see you."

The fact is, he saw the three words "Qiao Ruyi" on the registration form of the emergency room. At that moment, he wondered, could it be her?

When he walked into the ward and saw her lying quietly on the bed with her eyes closed, her delicate face pale and bloodless, and so haggard that it looked like it was about to break, he was sure that it was really her.

"Why didn't anyone come with you? Where's Ling Che?"

When this name was mentioned, Qiao Ruyi's eyes dimmed for a moment, then she smiled and said, "He has something to do and can't leave."

Cheng Yimu looked at her smiling face and didn't ask any more questions.

In the adult world, not exposing some lies is the greatest respect you can give to others.

Although he had only been back in China for a week, he had heard a lot about the romantic scandals of the Ling Group CEO.

He just felt distressed... She had insisted on getting married, but was she really happy now?

......

The black motorcycle was speeding along the road.

Ling Che turned the accelerator all the way to the bottom.

He remembered that before he left, Qiao Ruyi looked at him with more disgust than she looked at a dog. With her temper, she might have torn down the house by now.

When I returned to Yujingwan, there was no light in the room.

It was rare that the bedroom door had not been demolished and there were no signs of anything being smashed.

He thought Qiao Ruyi had already fallen asleep, so he quietly turned on the bedside lamp.

The moment the light shone on the bed, his eyes narrowed. There was no warmth at all on the bed.

There was no one in the house.

He swiped his hand across the electronic screen a few times, turned on the garage surveillance, and her car was still there.

Why didn’t you drive in the middle of the night? Where did you go?

He lit a cigarette, stood by the window and called Qiao Ruyi.

The first time...someone turned it down.

The second time...still pressed it.

The third time...it just shut down.

Ling Che's face immediately darkened. When did he learn to run out in the middle of the night and not answer the phone?

......

The sky outside the window was getting brighter, and the IV drip above my head was empty.

The nurse came over, drew the needle, and gave a few instructions. Qiao Ruyi took the medicine and prepared to leave.

"As one wishes."

Cheng Yimu called her and had already taken off his white coat and changed into casual clothes.

To be honest, Cheng Yimu is very good-looking, with a tall stature and handsome features. He and Ling Che have two completely different styles.

Her complexion had not yet recovered and was slightly pale.

Cheng Yimu said, "I'll take you back."

Qiao Ruyi wanted to refuse, but Cheng Yimu said, "I'm a doctor, you're a patient, you have to listen to me now."

Qiao Ruyi smiled lightly and no longer refused.

In the car, Qiao Ruyi kept staring at the turned-off phone in her hand.

Cheng Yimu asked, "Have you changed your phone number?"

Qiao Ruyi: "Well, I'll change it when I return to China."

Cheng Yimu handed her his phone, "Then give me your number."

Afraid she might misunderstand, he explained, "You had your blood drawn today, and there's a report that hasn't come out yet. I'll tell you when it comes out."

Qiao Ruyi took his phone and entered her own number.

A black Bentley drove into the Yujingwan villa area.

The car stopped, Cheng Yimu got out and opened the door for Qiao Ruyi like a gentleman.

"Ruyi." Cheng Yimu looked at her gently, "Take the medicine when you get home, take care of yourself, and don't let Auntie worry about you in heaven."

Perhaps when people are weak, they miss their closest people more.

When mentioning Yin Rufang, Qiao Ruyi's eyes couldn't help but turn red.

She looked up and thanked him, "Thank you, Yimu."

......

As the black car drove out, a "crack" sound was heard in the living room, and the sound of a wine glass breaking.