Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Time passed minute by minute, but Qiao Ruyi did not receive any response from the other party.

"I'm not joking, nor am I speaking in anger." Qiao Ruyi lowered her eyes, pinching her fingertips hard, trying to hold back her tears. "We're not suitable for each other, so let's not get entangled together. It's exhausting."

"You can't let go of Bai Yiyi, and I'm not that generous. Let's help each other."

There was still no response from the other party, not even the sound of the horn.

"Are you listening?"

Qiao Ruyi put the phone in front of her eyes and suddenly choked up.

When did the phone turn off?

Looking at the dark screen, she closed her eyes and almost fell over in anger.

It seems that all the words she just said to the phone were in vain?

Did Ling Che hear it? How many words did he hear?

......

the other side.

The man sitting in the back seat of the luxury car frowned as he watched the phone suddenly hang up.

He called, called out to him, and then hung up?

What do you mean?

The bodyguard outside the hospital said that Qiao Ruyi had been in the ward and nothing had happened. So what did this call mean?

Have you calmed down and are you willing to pay attention to him?

The man smiled lightly and said to Qi Jin who was driving, "Go to the hospital."

"Okay, Mr. Ling." Seeing that his face, which had been gloomy all day, finally smiled, Qi Jin quickly changed route.

......

In the ward, Qiao Ruyi got out of bed, charged her cell phone and turned it on.

His finger landed on the number he had just dialed, and he was about to call it when he was interrupted by a gentle knock on the door.

"Come in."

The door opened and the man who came in was tall and straight, wearing a white coat as white as snow.

"Yi Mu? Why are you here?"

Cheng Yimu was holding food in his hands and looked at her pale face with a worried look on his face. "I saw the news that you were hospitalized. What happened?"

Putting the food on the coffee table beside him, Cheng Yimu asked worriedly.

"The Chief of Surgery is so meticulous. Not a single one of my patients' hospitalizations escapes your notice."

Qiao Ruyi teased with a smile, but her expression still looked a little bad when she smiled.

"How did you get yourself into this state?" Cheng Yimu's tone was reproachful, as if he was blaming her for not taking good care of herself.

He glanced at the empty ward and asked, "Are you alone here? There's not even a nurse. Where's Ling Che? Doesn't he care about you?"

She didn't want a nurse, and even sent Aunt Zhang back.

"What did you bring?" Qiao Ruyi changed the subject, walked towards the coffee table, and looked at the bag he brought. "Anything delicious?"

Judging from her unwillingness to mention Ling Che, it was mostly related to him.

"I was afraid you didn't have a big appetite so I didn't buy you anything strong in flavor. And I didn't know what you wanted to eat right now, so I bought a little of everything, and some fruit too."

Cheng Yimu opened the box and took out boxes of things.

"And this." He opened another exquisite box of candies. "I thought you might like some."

Qiao Ruyi watched his slender hands carefully open the box.

It's chocolate cake.

The round coffee table was soon filled with six or seven boxes of various sizes.

Cheng Yimu carefully took out the tableware, wiped it clean, and handed it to Qiao Ruyi, "See if there is anything you want to eat."

Qiao Ruyi sat opposite him, took the chopsticks and spoon, and smiled slightly, "Thank you, Yimu."

In fact, she didn't want to eat anything and had no appetite, but she didn't want to refuse the other party's kindness, so she picked up the spoon and scooped up the soup to drink.

"As one wishes."

Cheng Yimu looked at her tenderly, "Are you really happy?"

Several times I saw her, she was alone in the hospital, and the feeling of brokenness became stronger each time.

It's like a red rose that was once thriving and blooming brightly, but is now withering after being pulled out by the roots.

In his impression, Qiao Ruyi was proud and willful, and shouldn't be like this now.

The hand that was scooping the soup paused slightly, but Qiao Ruyi didn't look up.

I couldn't taste the soup in my mouth.

"Yi Mu, this is the path I chose myself."

She agreed to get married, but she fell in love with Ling Che because she didn't control her heart.

It's all her own fault.

Cheng Yimu looked at her calm profile with gentle eyes. "In order to escape from your original family, you forced yourself to marry someone you didn't know. How did you get through these three years? Is there really love between you two?"

Are there feelings between her and Ling Che? Of course they do.

But even Qiao Ruyi herself didn't know how real and fake that feeling was.

She just felt that the soup in her mouth became more bitter.

"I know it's inappropriate for me to say this now." Cheng Yimu stared at her trembling eyelashes. "Ruyi, I actually didn't listen to my parents back then."

Qiao Ruyi raised her head with a look of surprise.

Meeting her puzzled look, Cheng Yimu said, "They didn't force me to study abroad in Country D during my senior year of high school. I wanted to go there on my own."

Qiao Ruyi only knew that she had insisted on going to Country F to study design that year because Country F had the best design school in the world.

At that time, Cheng Yimu said that his family arranged for him to study abroad in Country D.

"My parents originally wanted me to study finance in New York, but I stubbornly went to Country D to study medicine." Cheng Yimu met her sparkling eyes and smiled gently, "Because the medical technology in Country D is advanced, I want to learn medical skills and help a girl who is prone to allergies."

His gentle words fell into Qiao Ruyi's ears and hit her heart again and again.

The sunlight outside the window shines on Cheng Yimu, and he feels so warm that it makes people want to cry.

Qiao Ruyi's eyes moistened, and she opened her mouth, "For me, you changed your future. Is it worth it, Yimu?"

It’s not that she doesn’t know Cheng Yimu’s feelings for her, but she would rather pretend not to know than hurt him.

She never thought that he had done so much for her seven years ago.

"This white coat is pretty good. I like my current job very much." Cheng Yimu smiled and comforted her, "Ruyi, you can change your career. You can choose any path. It doesn't matter if you make the wrong choice. You still have a way out."

Qiao Ruyi's tears rolled down.

Cheng Yimu raised his hand to wipe away her tears, "If you are not happy, leave him, Ruyi. I can also give you a good life."

Qiao Ruyi lowered her eyes, and tears fell into the soup bowl.

No wonder the soup is so bitter, it turns out it is mixed with so many tears.

Qiao Ruyi cried inconsolably.

Cheng Yimu's hand, stretched out in the air, hesitated for two seconds before finally falling on her thin, trembling back and patting it gently.

......

The cell phone was spinning between his slender fingers. The man put one hand in his pocket and the other hand in his hand as he walked towards the ward, with a faint smile on his lips. He seemed to be in a good mood and even praised the dog on the roadside.

As I reached the door, I heard sobbing.

The sound was not loud, the kind that seemed to want to cry but was holding it back.

It was Qiao Ruyi's voice.

Ling Che frowned, opened the door and walked in.

The figures of the man and the woman fell into his cold eyes together, and the good mood just now disappeared in an instant, leaving only a chill.