Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

Her nose and eyes were red, and she looked pitiful.

Ling Che pinched the back of her neck amusedly, "You finally know I'm fine?"

Some images flashed through Qiao Ruyi's mind, her heart suddenly twitched, and she couldn't stop crying.

"Why are you crying so hard?" Ling Che lowered his head to wipe the tears from her face and asked her with a frown.

Qiao Ruyi shook her head, pouted her lips and tears streamed down her face.

She remembered many things, including her words that were like knives when they were arguing endlessly.

She once said that she hated him to the core and that she would die if she loved him again...

She couldn't imagine how Ling Che felt when he heard these hurtful words coming out of her mouth.

They clearly loved each other, but in those dark days, they became the sharpest blades that hurt each other.

Qiao Ruyi didn't know what to say. She just looked at Ling Che with tears in her eyes and said, "I'm sorry..."

"What are you sorry for?" Ling Che's eyes were gentle. "You don't have to say sorry to me forever. Just stay with me and love me forever. No matter what you do, I will forgive you."

Qiao Ruyi snuggled into his arms, holding him tightly with both hands, "Ling Che, I'm sorry, I haven't loved you for so many years."

"Then make it up to me." Ling Che smiled and rubbed her head. "I'm not stingy. I'll allow you to give me a little more every day."

She held his hand a little tighter, and Qiao Ruyi pressed her face against his steady and strong chest, her lips curled up into a smile.

It’s great, life is so good now.

She loved it every day.

......

The next day, at the Ling family manor.

The usually quiet courtyard lobby was now filled with more conversations.

"Uncle, I'm here to wish you a happy new year!"

The gifts Ling Xiu De brought filled a corner of the lobby. He looked at the old man writing calligraphy at his desk and said with a smile, "Uncle has been getting better and better lately. He doesn't look like he's over 80 at all. Instead, he looks like he's just over 60."

His flattery was so loud that Ling Gu, dressed in a Chinese long gown and holding a brush, asked bluntly, "Tell me, what do you want from me?"

Ling Gu saw through it immediately, and Ling Xiu De smiled sheepishly, "Uncle, this is what's going on. Tang Ping has been arguing with me at home lately, saying that Hua Rui is now subordinate to the LS Group, like a bird that can't fly high. I, the general manager of Hua Rui, am just a decoration. Moreover, I'm Ling Che's cousin, and I have to eat under my eldest nephew. I'm so embarrassed to tell anyone about this."

Ling Gu understood what Ling Xiu De meant. The Huarui he mentioned was Huarui Technology, a technology company that was separated from LS Group at that time and handed over to him to operate. He held full control of the company.

However, due to his inaction a few years ago, he developed a gambling habit, nearly bankrupting Huarui under his leadership. Ling Zhengqing, unable to bear the consequences, paid off his gambling debts and acquired Huarui, making it a subsidiary of the LS Group. Also, because of their cousin relationship, Ling Xiude was allowed to retain his position as general manager. While he didn't participate in the company's operations, he did receive dividends.

Over the years, under Ling Che's leadership, Huarui has not only been revitalized, but also prospered, and even squeezed into the top ten technology industries in China.

At this rate, as long as Ling Xiu De stops gambling and takes control of his dissolute and prodigal son, the dividends from Huarui will be enough for his entire family to live a comfortable life.

But the reason he came to visit today was to persuade Ling Gu to let Ling Che return Huarui to him.

Ling Gu held the brush and wrote on the white rice paper.

"Xiu De, I, your uncle, am old. I can't make decisions for Ling Che on this matter. Ling Che is the current head of the Ling family. He makes all the decisions in the Ling family."

It sounded like he was just trying to shirk responsibility, so Ling Xiu De hurried forward and diligently ground the ink for him. "Uncle, what are you saying? You're his grandfather after all. As long as you talk to him a few words, he'll definitely listen to you."

Ling Gu chuckled, "Don't flatter me. My grandson doesn't listen to anyone. You've seen his temper before."

Ling Xiu De had indeed seen him before. It was here last time that Ling Che, without any regard for his relatives, almost shot him to death with a gun.

So, he was unwilling to talk to Ling Che about these things, and could only run to Grandpa Ling.

Ling Gu put down his brush and said, "This calligraphy is pretty good today."

Ling Xiu De looked over and saw a big character "足" (foot) on the rice paper.

Ling Gu leaned on his cane as he walked towards the tea table. He said slowly, "This man has always been about the word 'sufficiency'. He knows what he is lacking, cultivates virtue, and is always happy. Isn't that right?"

Ling Xiu De looked at Ling Gu's back and the smile on his face faded. It was clear that Old Man Ling would not help him.

"Come, have some tea." Ling Gu made tea and asked him to sit down.

Ling Xiu De sat over, picked up his tea and changed the subject, "Uncle, I heard that Xu's daughter has returned home?"

"You are well-informed." Ling Gu drank tea with a smile.

"Miss Xu is so noble! The news of her return has spread throughout the capital." Ling Xiu De took a sip of tea and said casually, "The Xu family is a perfect match for our Ling family. I remember that you intended to arrange a marriage between the Xu family's daughter and Ling Che, right?"

He put down his teacup and said with a smile, "But I don't know what my eldest brother was thinking back then. He insisted on having Ling Che marry into the Qiao Group. A marriage with the Qiao family's second daughter would have been considered an equal match, but in the end he married the unpopular Qiao Ruyi."

At this point, Ling Xiu De put down his teacup, pretended to sigh, and looked at Ling Gu. "Uncle, you didn't like Qiao Ruyi at first, right? She was arrogant and uneducated. You didn't see it with your own eyes at your birthday banquet. Qiao Ruyi, a junior, offended the entire table of elders."

"In my opinion, Ling Che's current unscrupulous and unruly behavior is probably due to Qiao Ruyi's instigation behind the scenes."

Ling Gu paused while drinking his tea, put down the cup and looked at him, "Why are you talking about Ruyi again?"

"I don't mean anything else, uncle." Ling Xiu De smiled, "I just think that Ling Che is the most suitable for the eldest daughter of the Xu family. I heard that Xu Zhaozhao has a good temper and personality. If she was with Ling Che, I guess Ling Che's personality wouldn't have become what it is now."

After saying that, he picked up the teacup and glanced at Ling Gu's expression while drinking tea.

Ling Gu didn't say anything, just smelled the tea in the cup.

"Oh, uncle," Ling Xiu De suddenly remembered something and asked, "When my eldest brother was still alive, didn't we take a family photo? Where did we keep it?"

This happened many years ago. Ling Gu asked, "Why are you suddenly asking about photos?"

Ling Xiu De said with a smile, "Tang Ping is nostalgic. She said she missed the time when big brother was still alive. She asked me to ask if you still have the photo so that I can bring it back and let her see it."

After Ling Zhengqing passed away, Ling Che took care of his funeral. Most of his things were collected and locked up in the Ling family manor.

When Ling Zhengqing was mentioned, Ling Gu's eyes became more melancholy. "It's in the west room. I'll ask someone to look for it."

......

The study, which had not seen the sun for many years, was dark and gloomy, and the air was filled with the smell of dust.

Ling Xiu De brushed off the dust in front of him with disdain, opened a few drawers and started searching.

Suddenly, there was a "squeak" sound.

The tightly closed study door was pushed open from the outside, and Ling Xiu De quickly turned around to look.

The man at the door was tall and slender, wearing a black coat against the light, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

But the sense of oppression on him was extremely strong.

"Uncle, what are you looking for?"