Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

When I was halfway through taking off my clothes, the ringing of my cell phone suddenly echoed in the quiet villa, disturbing my mood.

The man's arm touched the phone and was about to turn it off when the woman beneath him glanced at the caller ID and suddenly stopped him, "Ling Che!"

The phone was taken by a slender white hand and the answer button was pressed.

Ling Che leaned over her and planted kisses all over her fair neck.

He had excellent hearing and as soon as the phone was connected, he heard crying sounds from the other end of the line, coming from a child.

As expected, Qiao Ruyi asked nervously and worriedly the next second, "Xi Le? Xi Le, what's wrong with you?"

Feeling her skin tense all over, Ling Che probably knew that he couldn't do it tonight.

He buried himself in her neck and shoulder, biting her soft flesh as punishment.

Qiao Ruyi hissed softly, hunched her shoulders, and listened to the childish sobs on the other end of the line. Qiao Xile was crying the whole time, just crying, without saying anything.

Qiao Ruyi was anxious, so she quickly got ready. The man on her didn't move, as if he was a little angry.

Qiao Ruyi had to coax Qiao Xile on the other end of the phone while also coaxing a 1.88-meter-tall "kid" on this side.

She kissed his handsome face, raised her hand and rubbed his hair soothingly, then said to the phone, "Xi Le, is there anyone next to you? If there is, give her the phone."

She kissed him so carelessly, just a few simple strokes and it was over.

Ling Che was very dissatisfied, but he didn't intend to make things difficult for her at this time.

Hearing her tone was indeed anxious, he did not bother to argue any further. He got up from her, picked up the shirt that was thrown on the ground and prepared to put it on.

"Miss, Master Xile is sick." The voice of Qiao Xile's nanny came from the phone. "He has a high fever and refuses to take medicine. He has been having nightmares and crying, and he keeps calling for his sister in his dreams. He just woke up for a while and begged me to call you. I have no choice but to disturb you so late."

"How could he be so seriously ill?" Qiao Ruyi quickly got up from the bed, only to hear a helpless sigh from the other end of the phone.

"Tell Xile I'll be there soon. Please take care of him first."

After Qiao Ruyi finished her instructions and hung up the phone, she was about to get up when she suddenly saw the tall man in front of her slowly putting on his shirt. His amber eyes looked full of resentment as he stared at her.

"Something happened to Xile. I have to go check on him." Qiao Ruyi's tone softened, as if coaxing a child. "The Qiao Mansion is in chaos right now. I guess no one is taking care of him."

As she spoke, she stood up and raised her hand to unbutton Ling Che's shirt that he had just buttoned.

"What are you doing?" Ling Che grabbed her hand and frowned. "You're not letting me vent my lust, but you're actually igniting it. Qiao Ruyi, you have no moral integrity."

Qiao Ruyi raised her head and met his increasingly resentful eyes, "Let me take a look."

Ling Che's brows furrowed even deeper, "Why should I let you see it?"

The tone was so aggrieved.

She just glanced at him and left, leaving him alone in the empty room, and she still acted as if she was justified.

If she didn't have something urgent to do, he might not let her go.

He raised his hand and pinched Qiao Ruyi's fair face, "Don't go too far."

Qiao Ruyi's smile became even wider. In the past, he took off his clothes faster than anyone else, but now he was holding them tightly.

"Don't get the wrong idea." She tapped his shoulder. "Let me take a look here."

The place where her fingertips lightly touched was where he was shot and injured for her.

When they were kissing just now, her fingers brushed across that patch of skin, and her fingertips vaguely felt a small patch of uneven skin texture. As soon as she touched it, it was like a needle piercing her heart, making her heart ache.

Ling Che didn't let go and smiled softly, "It's nothing to see. It's normal for a gunshot wound to leave a scar."

Qiao Ruyi insisted on looking, "Hurry up, I just want to take a look."

Ling Che couldn't persuade her, and his fingers that were gripping the buttons of his shirt loosened their grip.

Qiao Ruyi unbuttoned his shirt, walked around behind him, and pulled half of his shirt down.

As the shirt collar slid down his shoulder blade, a coin-sized gunshot scar came into her sight. The uneven skin texture was particularly obvious on his strong, white shoulder blade.

Whenever the two of them were intimate, she would look at the scar on Ling Che's body, and every time she looked at it, she would tremble with fear.

Her fingertips gently touched the uneven texture, and the man's strong muscles suddenly tensed for a second.

The next second he was about to pull up his shirt, but was held down by Qiao Ruyi again.

"Don't move." Qiao Ruyi's voice was a little hoarse.

He once blocked two bullets for her. One time, even though he was wearing a bulletproof vest, the bruises on his back lasted for a whole month.

Even though he didn't say anything at that time, Qiao Ruyi knew he was in great pain. He was in so much pain that he had to rely on painkillers to fall asleep for several nights. The pain was so severe that even raising his hands to put on clothes made his breathing heavier.

The second time...without a bulletproof vest, he used his body to protect her, and the bullet penetrated his shoulder blade, leaving this shocking scar.

This scar will remain on him for the rest of his life.

Just by looking at the scar, you can tell how deep the bullet hit and how painful it was.

Whenever she saw this scar, Qiao Ruyi would feel so heartbroken that she could hardly breathe.

Ling Che sighed slightly. He didn't let her see it because he knew she would be sad.

Without turning around, he knew that the person behind him must have tears in his eyes again.

"Aren't you in a hurry to go to the Qiao Mansion?" he reminded.

However, the next second, he felt a soft warmth on his shoulder blade, extremely gentle, accompanied by a hot breath.

"Qiao Ruyi..."

Ling Che's pupils suddenly shrank, his whole body stiffened, and his throat unconsciously slid up and down for a moment, and his voice was very hoarse when he spoke.

The soft red lips retreated slightly from the scar, with the corners of the lips curved up, as if she was very satisfied with her previous action.

Ling Che quickly pulled up his clothes and turned to look at her, his eyes dark and unclear, "Are you getting braver?"

"I just want to kiss you." Qiao Ruyi said sincerely, "I also want to kiss the scars you left on me."

Ling Che took a deep breath and said, "If you don't leave now, you won't be able to leave tonight."

Qiao Ruyi took a step back playfully, blinking her eyes, "I'm leaving now!"

As I turned around, someone grabbed my arm.

Ling Che smiled faintly, "Will I go with you?"

"No need." Qiao Ruyi shook her head, her eyes serious. "Ling Che, let me handle those messes at the Qiao Mansion on my own, okay?"

Ling Che let go, smiled and nodded.

The roses he raised seemed to be blooming.