Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

It was almost five in the morning when I received Song Yanzhi's call.

The sky outside the window was already a hazy white light.

Qiao Ruyi sat on the sofa in the living room for half the night, watching the TV series.

Since Ling Che left, she has been sitting on the sofa without sleeping.

"Sister Yi." Song Yanzhi said helplessly on the other end of the phone, "Ling Che is in Yanyu now. He's drunk. Can you come and pick him up?"

"Drunk?" Qiao Ruyi was about to get up from the sofa when she heard that. She paused for a second and then sat down again. "I'm busy right now. I'll ask the driver to pick me up."

"How about this, Sister Yi, I'll send him back to you."

Song Yanzhi looked at the hung up phone, then looked at the drunk man lying on the sofa, and shook his head helplessly.

Who would believe that I’m busy at five in the morning?

He sighed. It seemed that Young Master Ling was really going to face the tribulation this time.

Forty minutes later.

The drunk man was sent back to Yujingwan by Song Yanzhi and thrown onto the bed in the bedroom.

Qiao Ruyi stood by the bed and took off Ling Che's shoes, then pulled the quilt over him.

Song Yanzhi looked at her careful movements and then at her worried eyes. It didn't seem like she didn't care about Ling Che.

"Sister Yi, he drank a lot and will probably vomit soon. Please take good care of him." Song Yanzhi said politely, "I'll go back first if I'm fine."

Qiao Ruyi stood by the bed and thanked him, "Thank you, Yanzhi."

"Sister Yi, I think his bad mood has something to do with you. I think it's not easy for you two to come this far. If there are any misunderstandings, you should clarify them. You know him. He's very intelligent in other aspects, but he knows nothing about relationships. He's learned a lot from many masters, but in the end, he just wants to be with you."

Song Yanzhi sighed and couldn't help but remind him, "He hasn't drunk like this in many years. The last time was when you broke off contact and went abroad. He drank like an unwanted stray dog."

Song Yanzhi thought for a moment and then said, "The last time was when his father passed away. He drank so much that he had stomach bleeding and was admitted to the hospital."

He had almost finished his words, glanced at the person lying on the bed, and turned away.

In the quiet bedroom, Qiao Ruyi could hear the pounding of her own heart.

Especially when she heard Song Yanzhi talking about Uncle Ling's death and Ling Che drinking so much that he had stomach bleeding, the huge sense of guilt in her heart suddenly surged up and overwhelmed her, and her hatred for Qiao He could no longer be suppressed.

Her gaze fell on the bed, where Ling Che was lying with half of his handsome face buried in the pillow, and he reeked strongly of alcohol.

Qiao Ruyi squatted beside the bed, touched Ling Che's eyebrows with her slender fingers, and touched his slightly furrowed brows with her fingertips, trying to smooth them out.

Sliding across his tall nose, her fingertips landed on his hot thin lips.

Qiao Ruyi looked at him carefully.

Ling Che's facial features are three-dimensional and sharp, and his eyes are even sharper when he has no expression. His handsome face is really cold and scary, but he looks particularly good when he smiles.

The way he closed his eyes lightly at this moment reduced his usual sharpness, and his eyebrows and eyes were much gentler.

Seeing that he was absorbed in watching, his deep eyes suddenly opened and met her scrutinizing gaze.

Qiao Ruyi was startled, and when she fell into his bottomless eyes, she forgot to move her fingers for a moment.

"Ling——"

Just as he was about to say something, the person on the bed suddenly turned over and got out of bed, stumbling a few times as he stood up.

Qiao Ruyi put her arm around his thin waist and asked, "What's wrong? What do you want?"

Ling Che frowned, looking unbearable, and staggered towards the bathroom.

"threw up."

Qiao Ruyi reacted instantly, holding his waist and leading him to the bathroom.

As soon as he entered the room, Ling Che suddenly squatted beside the toilet and vomited.

During the break, he looked up and saw Qiao Ruyi's scarlet eyes, "Get out."

He didn't want her to see him like this.

Qiao Ruyi said nothing and went out and closed the door.

A low sound of a man vomiting came from the bathroom and reached Qiao Ruyi's ears through the door.

Her nose felt sore and her eyes were moist.

Until the sound of flushing in the bathroom and the sound of the faucet turning on in the sink were heard, and then it became quiet.

Qiao Ruyi then opened the door and went in with water and a towel.

At this time, Ling Che was sitting on the floor leaning against the wall of the bathroom. His white shirt was loose with a few buttons open. There were still water droplets on his face from washing that had not yet dried. Drops of water dripped down his sharp jawline, landing on his chest and hiding in his shirt.

The whole person looks a little depressed and pitiful.

Hearing the voice, he turned his head and saw Qiao Ruyi wearing simple home clothes and walking towards him with a cup of water.

Meeting her eyes, he tried to find out if she cared about him.

Do you really not like him anymore?

"Drink some hangover water."

Qiao Ruyi handed him the cup of water and looked at the red corners of his eyes, feeling a pang of pain in her heart.

Ling Che didn't answer, but looked up at him with a hint of moisture in his eyes.

After a while, he spoke, his voice extremely hoarse.

"You are mad at me so you are saying these things to me, right?"

When he was drunk, his cold, pale face flushed, and he spoke in a pitiful voice.

"Are you blaming me for not taking you to London?" He reached out to hold her hand. "I know you want to go out and have fun, so you blame me for not taking you along this time, right?"

He thought about it for a long time and thought that this was the only thing that could make her angry.

Other than that, he did nothing wrong.

Qiao Ruyi stared at him blankly and pulled her hand away from his palm. "It has nothing to do with this."

"Then why on earth do you do that? Why don't you like me as much anymore? Qiao Ruyi, you were the first one to say you liked me, you were the first one to say you loved me! Why don't you feel fresh anymore and don't like me as much anymore?"

He demanded an answer from her like a persistent child.

But Qiao Ruyi couldn't give this answer.

Someone suddenly hugged her waist, and Ling Che buried his head in her waist. A restrained but uninvolved voice came from between her clothes, "What did I do wrong that makes you dislike me, huh? Can you tell me what I didn't do well enough?"

The clothes around her waist felt hot and damp. Qiao Ruyi tilted her head back and forced her tears back.

After countless struggles, her hand, stretched in the air, finally rested on Ling Che's head and gently stroked it.

"you are right."

Nothing wrong at all.

Perhaps because of her comfort, the person in her arms gradually calmed down and held her quietly.

“Ling Che…”

Qiao Ruyi's voice choked with sobs, "I want to ask you a question."

She wondered if Ling Che would still do this for her if he knew the truth.

The person in her arms didn't respond to her, and she didn't know if he was listening.

"The last time I told you on the phone, I watched a movie, but that was fake." Qiao Ruyi's tears fell, "That wasn't a movie, it was you and me."