Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

Tears kept flowing down her face, and Qiao Ruyi felt as if someone was strangling her throat and suffocating her to the point that she wanted to die immediately.

The handsome man sitting on the sofa had a calm face, but his bottomless eyes were tinged with red.

Qiao Ruyi simply said all the unpleasant words at once, "Ling Che, being together is fate, and not being together is fate. Why don't you be generous and divorce me and let me go, so that I can live the peaceful life I used to live."

"This kind of dangerous life with you doesn't suit me, and I don't like it. I've already given enough in the past few years with you. You wouldn't be so selfish as to want to tie me to your side forever, would you?"

The man in front of him didn't say anything, but there was always a faint smile on the corner of his lips, and the corners of his eyes were scarlet.

Her words were like knives, chopping Ling Che's heart into mud.

He had to say that if love was a gun, Qiao Ruyi could take his life with her eyes closed.

But she was the one who said these hurtful words, so why was she crying like this? Was she really so wronged?

He never spoke, just sat there quietly.

Qiao Ruyi's heart was broken. She couldn't face him anymore, so she turned around and went upstairs in a panic.

"Qiao Ruyi."

His hoarse voice sounded behind him.

Qiao Ruyi stood there, her back to him, tears streaming down her face.

"We're not destined to be together? I'll let you go?" Ling Che closed his eyes lightly. When he opened them again, his eye sockets were red and bloodshot. He raised the corners of his mouth, "Do you think you can come and go as you please from my side?"

He stood up and looked at Qiao Ruyi's back. "I've told you long ago that I'm not a good person. Is it okay for me to selfishly tie you to my side?"

He took a step forward, walked in front of her, lifted her tear-stained chin with his fingers and sneered, "Don't you want to use up my feelings for you and divorce you? Fine, then you can use me up first."

He gently wiped the tears from her face with his fingertips and looked into her red eyes. "I don't care anyway. Didn't you say it was painful for you to stay with me? I would be painful if you didn't love me. We're even now."

Qiao Ruyi didn't expect that even though the words were so harsh, he still didn't want to let go.

Tears streamed down her face as she spoke in a trembling voice, "Ling Che, do you understand me? I don't love you anymore!"

The fingers pinching her chin suddenly tightened their grip, and Ling Che stared at her with deep eyes, "Qiao Ruyi, listen carefully, you must love me! You can only love me! If you want to act, you have to act for me!"

He suddenly let go of her chin, smiled coldly, and turned to leave as a tear fell from his scarlet eyes.

It was not until the sound of a sports car driving away was heard in the front yard that Qiao Ruyi turned around and saw only his coat left on the empty living room floor.

There is a temperature difference between day and night, and it is still cold at night, but he doesn't even wear a coat.

Qiao Ruyi turned around and walked upstairs step by step.

As soon as I got upstairs, my cell phone rang.

She didn't intend to answer, but the phone kept ringing.

After glancing at the caller's name, she wiped away her tears and picked up the phone.

"Hey?"

The voice was unusually hoarse, and the other party could hear it immediately.

"Ruyi. What's wrong with you? I don't think your voice sounds right."

On the other end of the phone, Xu Zhaozhao asked with concern.

"I'm fine, I just have a slight cold." Qiao Ruyi steadied her voice. "Is everything alright, Zhao Zhao?"

Xu Zhaozhao sat on the sofa, shaking the red wine in his hand. "It's not a big deal. I just wanted to ask if Ling Che has arrived home. I think he's been in a bad mood all day. I don't want to call him, so it's better to call you."

She didn't tell Qiao Ruyi that Ling Che didn't have dinner with her. On the other end of the phone, Qiao Ruyi also thought that the two of them had dinner and Xu Zhaozhao was concerned about whether he had returned home.

She whispered, "He's back."

"It's good that you're back. Did you two have a conflict?" Xu Zhaozhao asked with concern. "Well, give him the phone number and I'll say a few words to him and scold him."

"He's not home right now. He just went out." Qiao Ruyi felt a little sad when she thought about what she had said to Ling Gu. After a few seconds, she said, "There is no conflict between us. Thank you for your concern."

Hearing that Ling Che wasn't at home, Xu Zhaozhao curled the corners of his mouth. "As long as you two don't have any conflicts, I can rest assured. I'll hang up on Ruyi first."

Xu Zhaozhao hung up the phone, put down the red wine glass in his hand, picked up his coat and went out.

......

West Water Bay Villa.

From the empty and cold room on the second floor, a man's low groans and gasps could be heard.

The sandbag in the air swung high with his movements.

It seemed as if he had vented all his anger on the sandbag, and he used all his strength in every punch.

The man didn't even change his clothes. He was wearing a white shirt and black pants. The sweat on his body soaked his shirt, and the distinct muscle lines were faintly visible on his skin.

He threw a powerful punch, and the sweat that was running down the man's sharp jawline was also thrown down due to the large movement.

Qi Jin and Qi Shui, who were standing at the door, looked at each other and felt that the air pressure around them was even lower than in the cold winter.

Suddenly, a pair of boxing gloves was thrown from mid-air. Qi Shui caught them quickly and looked quickly at the man standing in front of him.

"come over."

Ling Che's sharp facial features were dripping with sweat. He lowered his head and bit the glove wristband in his hand tightly.

Qi Shui understood what he meant. Ling Shao wanted to use him to practice boxing.

Seriously speaking, he couldn't beat Ling Shao.

It doesn’t matter if he gets beaten, the key is that Young Master Ling is in a very bad mood.

If he tried his best and still failed to win, Ling Shao would definitely scold him for being useless, and his mood would be even worse.

But if he didn't do his best to let Young Master Ling vent his anger, this attitude would undoubtedly add fuel to the fire.

No matter how you look at it, the result is the same, not good.

He quickly stuffed the glove into Qi Jin's hand, pretended nothing had happened, and looked away.

Brothers are of one mind. Qi Jin certainly thought of what he could think of. He put the gloves back before he could even hold them firmly. "Master Ling, Qi Shui is better at fighting than me. Let Qi Shui fight with you."

The boxing gloves in his hands became a hot potato. The two pushed each other back and forth, and Ling Che's face became more and more ugly.

Just when the two thought he was about to get angry, the phone on the table rang.

Qi Jin and Qi Shui felt relieved immediately when they saw the man's brows relax.

Ling Che took off his gloves and looked at his phone. After seeing the display, his brows, which had just relaxed, furrowed again.

He thought some people knew and cared about him.

It seemed that he was overthinking it.

"Ling Che, where are you now? I need to talk to you about something."

On the other end of the phone, Xu Zhaozhao asked him anxiously.

"What's the matter?" Ling Che's voice was cold.

"It's what I want to say." Xu Zhaozhao said, "Where are you? I'll come over and tell you in person."

Ling Che frowned slightly and told her the address.