Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

"Just say what you want to say."

Ling Che looked at Song Xilan, who seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Normally, if Qiao Ruyi was in a bad mood and drank so much, Song Xilan would have been furious and wanted to settle the score with him. It was really abnormal that she didn't stand up for her good sister at this moment.

Song Xilan looked at Ling Che, then at Qiao Ruyi, and her eyes fell on Ling Che again. The movement of her eyes fully expressed the entanglement in her heart.

Many words came to her lips but she swallowed them back, "Forget it, let's wait until Ruyi sobers up before talking.

After all, it was a matter between Ruyi and him, and she couldn't make a decision for Ruyi and tell her the truth.

Song Xilan left.

Ling Che stood at the door, letting the person in his arms hold his shoulders with all his strength.

Qiao Ruyi only felt that the breath spreading from her nose was extremely familiar and reassuring, which relieved her heart that was almost driven crazy in the past few days.

She buried her head in Ling Che's neck, like a cat rubbing against him, never getting enough.

Her hot breath sprayed on his ear, with the smell of alcohol and charm.

She unconsciously murmured his name, "Ling Che... Ling Che..."

There was a hint of crying in her voice, and a hot tear fell down her straight nose and landed on his skin.

The arms around his shoulders gradually lost strength, and just when they were about to let go, Ling Che picked her up in a hug and closed the door.

He pushed her directly against the wall and raised his head to block her whispers.

The smell of alcohol spread between his lips. The person in his arms was the most cooperative one he had seen in a long time, even more reluctant to let go than him.

Ling Che was a little angry. He bit her lips and looked into her misty eyes. "Why are you crying? Why did you want to come to me?"

Qiao Ruyi was unconscious and had no idea what the other party was asking. She only knew that she was very attached to the feeling just now and was reluctant to let go.

She lowered her head and tried to find his thin lips, but Ling Che refused to let her. He simply sat her down on the wine cabinet, his hands supporting her on either side. "Answer me, Qiao Ruyi, are you thinking about me?"

Even though she was drunk and unconscious, Qiao Ruyi still felt choked up in her heart, as the handsome face she had been thinking about day and night was in her sight.

She thought she was dreaming, holding his cheek tremblingly, tears streaming down her face.

Hot tears dripped down Ling Che's cheeks. He tilted his head back, brushed aside her drooping hair, and stared into her eyes. "Don't you love me anymore? Why do you still miss me? Why do you feel so wronged? Hmm? Tell me, what are you thinking about?"

Qiao Ruyi lowered her head, put her forehead against his, and choked with sobs, unable to utter a word.

“…It hurts so much…I feel so bad…”

She cried so hard that her heart ached from sobbing.

"Where do you feel uncomfortable?" Ling Che kissed the corner of her lips. "Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

"It hurts so much here..." Qiao Ruyi grabbed the clothes on her chest, pulling so hard that her fingertips turned white. "It hurts so much here... I miss him so much..."

Ling Che's eyes dimmed, and he lifted her tear-stained face and said in a low voice, "Who are you thinking about?"

"I miss Ling Che so much..." Qiao Ruyi's eyes were hazy. "I miss him so much... Can you take me to find him?"

Her crying was so heartbreaking that Ling Che didn't know whether he should laugh or be angry.

He wiped the tears from her face and asked her, "Qiao Ruyi, do you really miss him?"

Qiao Ruyi nodded without hesitation, her eyes red, "Can you take me to find him? I want him to hug me, I don't want to be separated from him..."

Ling Che's heart trembled, and his heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably. "Do you really love him?"

"I love him, so much..." Qiao Ruyi held his hand tightly, "but I can't..."

"Can't what?"

Qiao Ruyi bit her lip and shook her head, "I can't say... I can't say..."

After that, she looked up again, staring at Ling Che with blurry eyes, "You look like him, but you are not him... I said something unpleasant and hurt him, and he has ignored me for a few days..."

She held his wrist tightly and said, "Can you take me to find him? I'll just take a look at him from a distance and come back..."

"Qiao Ruyi." Ling Che looked up at her red and swollen eyes and her alcohol-stained face. "Look carefully, I am Ling Che."

After saying that, he leaned forward and kissed her lips again.

Qiao Ruyi's remaining consciousness did not last long, and soon he stopped responding.

Feeling that those lips no longer responded to him, Ling Che let go of her, and her head tilted to rest in his palm.

There were tears hanging on her thick long eyelashes, and her face was full of tear marks.

Ling Che smiled gently, looked at her for two seconds, picked her up and went back upstairs.

Putting her on the bed, Ling Che sat beside her and pinched her cheek, "I wish you could always be this good."

The cell phone downstairs rang, and from the ringtone it was Qiao Ruyi.

Ling Che went downstairs, picked up the bag that had fallen to the ground during the kiss, and took out his cell phone.

It's a series of unfamiliar numbers.

Ling Che didn't have the habit of answering the phone for her, so he turned off the phone and prepared to put it back in his bag.

Suddenly, my attention was attracted by a plastic bag in the bag.

When he took it out of the bag, his pupils shrank.

The amulet necklace that she said didn't match her, the photo that she said was lost and couldn't be found... were all carefully placed in a plastic bag intact and hidden in her bag.

My breathing became heavier. There was a neatly folded invoice in the bag.

Ling Che unfolded it and suddenly smiled.

It was the purchase invoice for the broken bracelet that she admitted was a gift from Cheng Yimu.

Who would send a purchase invoice along with a gift?

Ling Che glanced upstairs, frowning slightly, "What on earth are you thinking about?"

It would be a lie to say that I don’t love him, and it would also be a lie to say that I want a divorce.

Why do we perform this play while hiding these true feelings?

What is it that you can't tell him and solve together?

Putting the things in his hand back into her bag, Ling Che turned off the lights and walked upstairs.

The person on the bed was lying quietly, breathing evenly and slowly, as well-behaved as a little child.

Her fair face was flushed with drunkenness, making people want to pinch it. Ling Che sat on the bed and looked at her for a long time, his fingertips gently stroking her face and then landing on her lips.

"You're so soft, how could you say those dagger-like words?" Ling Che's narrow, deep eyes were filled with a smile. "You really know where to stab me the most painfully, but you clearly can't bear to do it. You're making yourself feel bad by making yourself like this, right?"

He smiled softly, "If I really agree to divorce you, will you really be happy, or will you hide and cry secretly?"

He pinched her face as if to punish her, "Idiot."

If he had known that telling the truth after drinking would work on her, he should have taken her out for a drink on the first day he returned from London, and so many troubles would not have happened.