Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

Qiao Ruyi slowly moved closer to his lips, as if lighting a fire on the man.

Ling Che lowered his eyes and stared at her rosy lips as they approached, then closed his eyes.

The lips stopped very close to him, so close that the fragrance of her breath sprayed on his face.

"I want to eat. I'm hungry."

Those bottomless eyes suddenly opened and stared at her.

It turned out that I was just teasing him.

"Did you do that on purpose?" Ling Che raised his eyebrows and looked at her, lust surging in his deep eyes.

She provoked him into a rage, and he was in a dilemma, but she looked at him with innocent eyes.

"I'm really hungry."

Qiao Ruyi rubbed her flat stomach and said, "If you don't believe me, just touch it. My stomach is deflated from hunger."

Her soft tone made Ling Che's Adam's apple slide up and down for a moment. He glanced at her fair and slender waist and abdomen. How could he really touch it now? If he touched it, he would lose control of his anger.

Normally, she wouldn't have the energy to cooperate with him even after eating, so if he took her now, she would probably faint.

He smiled helplessly and let her go for the time being.

He raised his hand and pinched her white earlobe, "I'll give you three seconds to get out of bed and go eat."

After saying that, he started counting, "One."

When Qiao Ruyi heard him start counting down, she immediately got up from the bed and hurried to wash up, fearing that if she was a second late she would be caught and put back in bed.

Ling Che watched her rushing to the bathroom, and the smile on his face deepened.

......

Ling Che's villa in London was ridiculously large. Qiao Ruyi was impressed while eating in the restaurant. Looking out through the huge glass windows of the restaurant, the view was extremely wide, and almost everything he saw was within his area.

There are many servants in the villa. Except for the chef who is Chinese, the others are almost all Y people and Filipino maids.

Although there are a lot of people, it is not noisy at all. On the contrary, it is extremely quiet. Everyone is quietly doing the things at hand, and their presence is hardly felt.

Qiao Ruyi could not remember most of their faces, and even her names were always wrong, but even if she called them wrong, the servants would not remind her, but would just fulfill her requests like a robot obeying orders.

Just when she called the wrong names of the maids who were packing clothes for the third time, the man who was cutting steak at the dining table looked up at her and smiled, "Do you know how I learned their names when I was a kid?"

Qiao Ruyi watched him place the cut steak in front of her and shook her head.

"I use numbers instead." Ling Che said with a smile, "The servants here won't stay here forever. Most of the time they'll be replaced after a month, or at most three months. So I use numbers instead of their names."

"The one who takes care of the clothes is called Xiaoyi, the one who cleans the house is called Xiaoer, the one who prepares the meals is called Xiaosan, the one who drives the car is called Xiaosi, and there are also Xiaowu, Xiaoliu, and so on."

"So no matter how many times the servants here are replaced, the one in charge of clothes is always called Xiaoyi. When you need to pack clothes, just call Xiaoyi."

Looking at her stunned eyes, Ling Che raised his hand and ruffled her soft hair, "Isn't it much simpler now?"

Qiao Ruyi looked at the faint smile on his lips and suddenly asked, "Ling Che, were you very lonely when you were a child?"

The hand on top of her head froze for a moment, but the man in front of her continued to smile, "I'm used to it."

His three light words made Qiao Ruyi's nose slightly sour.

He had lived alone in such a large and empty villa since he was six years old, without even a servant to talk to. She couldn't imagine how Ling Che had managed to get through that time.

She held his hand and said seriously, "Then you have to get used to having me around in the future."

Ling Che met her sparkling eyes, his lips curved into a beautiful arc, "I couldn't ask for more."

......

After dinner, Ling Che answered Shen Qian's call and went to the study to take care of some business.

Qiao Ruyi suddenly remembered something and opened her phone to log into WeChat, which she hadn't opened since she went abroad. As soon as she logged in, a long string of messages popped up.

Most of them were group messages from her, Song Xilan, and Fang Ran, and every sentence asked her where she was and when she would be back.

She sent a message in the group: I'm fine, sorry to make you worry.

As soon as she sent the message, a message from the two of them popped up, asking her if she was in London.

She replied yes and called Fang Ran.

As soon as the call was connected, Fang Ran's anxious voice came, "Ruyi, do you know that you are going to drive us crazy?"

"I'm sorry, Fangran." Qiao Ruyi pursed her lips, "There's something... I want to tell you."

She hesitated for two seconds and then said, "I saw He Yifei in Country Y."

"Oh." Fang Ran said calmly after hearing this. "It doesn't matter. I haven't contacted her in a long time since I explained everything to her. It doesn't matter to me where she goes or who she goes with. You don't have to worry about her."

"Fang Ran..." Qiao Ruyi felt choked up, "She seems to have been trafficked here."

After Qiao Ruyi finished speaking, there was silence on the other end of the phone.

After a long while, Fang Ran asked uncertainly, "Trafficking?"

"Ah."

"Where was she trafficked to? Where is she now?" Fang Ran asked again.

"I'm sorry, Fang Ran." Qiao Ruyi lowered her eyes, her eyes a little moist, "I couldn't save her. She was in a very bad condition when I met her. She..."

After saying this, Qiao Ruyi stopped talking.

On the other end, Fang Ran understood. After a long moment, his voice softened, "I understand."

Then she added, "I don't blame you."

"She asked me to tell you I'm sorry." Qiao Ruyi sniffed, "She also asked me to bring you something. I'll give it to you when I return home."

"Ruyi." Fang Ran's voice was clearly choked with sobs. "I have something else to do. I'll hang up first."

Looking at the hung up phone, Qiao Ruyi burst into tears.

She knew Fang Ran must be looking for a place to cry now.

A cool girl like her would never cry in front of anyone other than herself.

When Ling Che came down from the study, he saw the slender figure standing by the French window. She stood there quietly, looking out the window, looking unhappy.

He frowned and walked over, placing a cup of hot milk in her hand.

After glancing at the word "Fang Ran" on her phone, Ling Che roughly understood what was going on.

She felt that the other party was guilty because of the dead woman.

Qiao Ruyi's palms felt warm as she took the hot milk. She raised her head to look at the man standing next to her and raised the corner of her mouth, "Are you done?"

My eyes and nose are red, and I've been crying.

Qiao Ruyi is a person who rarely cries no matter how much injustice she suffers, but always cries her eyes red because of other people's affairs.

Ling Che raised his hand and ruffled her hair like a kitten. "Qiao Ruyi, don't be sad for those who have nothing to do with you. There are so many people in this world, can you manage them all?"

He lifted her chin and met her eyes, "From now on, just take care of me."