Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

Qiao Ruyi lowered her eyes and didn't respond, so Ling Che took it as her consent.

Raising his hand to caress her cheek, Ling Che said softly, "Baby, don't be angry with me, okay?"

After he finished speaking, the hand that was caressing her cheek moved to the back of her neck. He pulled her over and kissed her on the forehead, then ruffled her hair. Then he looked at her for two seconds and turned and left.

I could still clearly feel the touch of his cool lips on my forehead.

Qiao Ruyi stood there, watching the man turn and leave, her eyes reddened.

Ling Gu was right, she knew Ling Che's character too well.

She knew just the right way to make him let go.

If she suddenly proposed to break up, he would definitely not agree given his personality.

If she left without a word, he would definitely be able to find her back.

She can only consume...

Use the most painful and emotionally torturous way to wear him down bit by bit.

She pulled the corners of her mouth bitterly. She had thought that the two of them could live a happy life together.

He didn't expect that she would end up hurting him in this way.

The man's figure disappeared around the corner, and hot tears rolled down Qiao Ruyi's face.

......

After dark, the capital city is brightly lit and bustling with traffic.

An entire floor of a bustling French restaurant in the city center was booked out. It was decorated elegantly and romantically, and cello music filled the air.

The seat by the high-rise window allows you to take in the entirety of Beijing's glamorous nightlife. The man in the booth is wearing a well-tailored suit, and his young and handsome face is deep and three-dimensional under the light.

There was a beautifully wrapped black gift box at hand. He gently stroked the gift box with his fingertips and glanced at the time on his watch.

The time agreed with her has come.

She hasn't come yet.

Ling Che's eyes dimmed as he looked at the phone beside him.

Just as I was about to turn on the location to see where she was, I remembered something and stopped.

Since they met in the morning, she didn't call him or send him a text message the whole day.

I guess he's still angry about the locator.

He put down his phone, crossed his legs and waited for her quietly.

......

The black luxury car drove at a steady speed on the busy street and stopped at the door of a star-rated hotel half an hour later.

A beautiful woman in a black dress got out of the back seat and entered the restaurant.

The door of the box opened, and Qiao Ruyi, standing at the door, saw the man who had been waiting for a long time.

He was wearing a well-fitting suit and shirt, with a handsome face and a gentle smile.

When he looked at her, he stood up from his seat, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, "As you wish."

"Yi Mu."

Qiao Ruyi smiled faintly and walked over, and Cheng Yimu pulled out a chair for her in a gentlemanly manner.

It was rare to see Cheng Yimu wearing formal attire, so Qiao Ruyi was quite surprised to see him like this.

Feeling her gaze, Cheng Yimu sat across from her and said with a smile, "This is the first time I'm having such a formal meal with you, so of course I have to take it seriously."

Qiao Ruyi then remembered that he had been back for so long and had helped her so many times, but she had never formally invited him to dinner.

When I called him today to invite him to dinner, he agreed without hesitation.

"Yi Mu." Qiao Ruyi picked up the red wine glass, "Thank you for always helping me."

Touching her wine glass lightly, Cheng Yimu smiled warmly, "Ruyi, you are here with me. No need to say thank you. As long as you need me, I can help you with anything."

"In that case." Qiao Ruyi looked at him, a slight smile on her lips, "Would you mind doing me another favor?"

The warm light from the box shone down on her waist-length curly hair, like seaweed, making her delicate and bright face even more eye-catching.

Her eyes curved slightly and she smiled beautifully.

There was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

The last time Cheng Yimu saw this kind of expression on her face was last year when she came to the hospital early in the morning to wait for him.

He didn't ask Qiao Ruyi what had happened during this period or whether she was doing well.

He didn't want to pry too much into her life, so he just raised his eyes with a gentle smile and said, "Okay."

......

It was already nine o'clock in the evening when the meal ended.

Cheng Yimu's car stopped at the entrance of Yujingwan. Qiao Ruyi got out of the car, turned around and said goodbye to him.

Under the street light, she smiled faintly, but there was no happiness in her eyes.

On the way back, Cheng Yimu kept thinking about what Qiao Ruyi said.

She said, "Yi Mu, do me a favor."

"I want to divorce Ling Che."

Cheng Yimu was surprised for a moment. In fact, he had thought about a question: why did Ruyi not break up with Ling Che when she was the unhappiest.

It's not just Ling Che who refuses to let go, but Ruyi also has him in her heart.

If she hadn't volunteered, with her personality, she wouldn't have suffered so many years of injustice.

So he was quite surprised to hear her firmly say that she wanted a divorce.

But when she said this, there was a deep reluctance in her eyes.

He asked why?

Qiao Ruyi didn't say it explicitly, but just asked him, "Do you still remember our political teacher in high school?"

She said, "The teacher was very gentle, spoke softly, and had a very good temper. I really enjoyed his lectures. What I remember most was the final exam. I got one question wrong, and I was only one point away from a perfect score."

Cheng Yimu remembered that time. It was the only time she didn't get full marks.

Qiao Ruyi shook the wine glass in her hand and smiled gently. "I took the wrong question to the teacher and asked him where I went wrong. I still remember what he said. He said, 'Your answer is not wrong, it just doesn't fit the meaning of the question.'"

She raised her eyes to look at Cheng Yimu, her eyes slightly moist.

"Neither Ling Che nor I did anything wrong, but we can't be together anymore."

......

When I got home, the huge villa was empty with no lights on.

Qiao Ruyi sat exhausted on the sofa. The little white cat ran over and rubbed against it, as if sensing her emotions.

She looked at the swinging wall clock. It was almost ten o'clock.

Ling Che did not come back.

The number on her phone was from him, but she hung up.

Two hours ago, he sent her a text message asking why she hadn't arrived yet.

Qiao Ruyi only replied, "I forgot. I have a client appointment."

After that, Ling Che only replied, "Waiting for you."

Qiao Ruyi raised her head, tears welling up in her eyes.

It was almost twelve o'clock and Ling Che still hadn't returned.

Qiao Ruyi got up and went out, taking a car from Yujingwan.

At this time in the French restaurant, the piano music had stopped, and the entire restaurant was so quiet that even the sound of burning tobacco could be heard.

Several times, the restaurant manager came up to ask, "Mr. Ling, do you need me to serve you some food?"

They were all repelled by Ling Che's cold and sharp gaze, and dared not ask another word.

He had been sitting here for five hours, from seven in the evening to twelve o'clock.

The restaurant manager is not afraid of working overtime, but is afraid that this is the calm before the storm.

After all, he had never seen Mr. Ling waiting for someone with such a good temper.

The cigarette burned to the end between his bony fingers, and when the long ash fell into the ashtray, it was exactly twelve o'clock.

Just then, the crisp sound of high heels was heard at the door.

The man's frown suddenly relaxed and he turned to look over.