Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

Seeing that he was covered in blood, Song Hui hurriedly asked, "Are you okay? Where are you hurt?"

"It's just a minor injury." Ling Che smiled, glanced at Ling Xiu De who was lying on the ground, and handed the micro communication tool in his hand to Song Hui, "Did you hear everything?"

Song Hui took the thing he handed over and said "hmm". The police had heard the conversation between the two of them just now, which was a strong confession.

He took a step forward and asked Ling Che in a voice that no one else could hear, "Didn't you say you didn't investigate your father's affairs? Why did you investigate this yourself and not tell me?"

Ling Che raised his hand and patted Song Hui on the shoulder, saying with a smile, "Aren't you worried that Uncle Song is too busy?"

Song Hui frowned, "You just make me worry. The situation today is so dangerous. What if something goes wrong?"

Ling Che shrugged nonchalantly, "Then please, Uncle Song, come and collect my body."

Song Hui didn't like what he heard and frowned even deeper.

Ling Che smiled, "I'm tired. I'll leave the rest to you, Uncle Song."

Qi Jin and Qi Shui drove the car over. Feeling a burning gaze staring at him for a long time from behind, Ling Che turned his head and met a pair of red eyes.

The moment their eyes met, Qiao Ruyi's eyes became hot. She strode forward and hugged Ling Che tightly.

Ling Che held her tightly in his arms and smiled softly.

Qiao Ruyi's hot tears slid down and dripped onto his shoulder, burning through the fabric of his shirt.

Ling Che raised his hand and rubbed her head, saying in a low voice, "I'm dirty."

Qiao Ruyi cried and shook her head, her voice trembling when she spoke, "I don't care."

Ling Che curled his lips, "Are you scared?"

Qiao Ruyi nodded, then shook her head.

She was indeed scared at first, but when she saw Ling Che, she was no longer afraid.

She was not afraid whether she survived or fell in and drowned.

"I'm sorry." Ling Che apologized softly and sniffed her hair. "What happened today was within my expectations, but your appearance was unexpected."

He anticipated what Ling Xiu De would do, but he didn't expect Qiao Ruyi to appear here.

But he always has a way out when doing things, so he made preparations for both situations.

I didn't expect it to actually come into use.

Qiao Ruyi hugged him tightly, buried her head in his shoulder, and felt his hot body temperature. "I don't blame you."

No matter what plans he made or what arrangements he made, Qiao Ruyi did not blame him.

Ling Che let go of her, resting their foreheads against each other, a hint of fatigue in his gentle eyes.

"As one wishes."

He caressed her fair cheek, stroking her skin with his thumb, "I'm a little tired. Let someone take you back first. I want to be alone for a while."

Qiao Ruyi stared at his handsome face with tears in her eyes. He almost never said the word "tired" in front of her.

She knew that he must have heard some important news from Ling Xiu De, information that he was unable to digest and accept at the moment.

Qiao Ruyi nodded obediently, "Okay."

Ling Che's eyes noticed her wrist and he frowned slightly. The skin on her white and tender wrist was broken and swollen.

Qiao Ruyi noticed his look and quickly wiped away her tears. "It doesn't hurt. I'll apply the medicine myself and wait for you to come find me."

Qiao Ruyi looked up at him and curled the corners of her mouth. "You will come to see me soon, right?"

Ling Che hummed, looking at Tang Ming and Qi Tai, and said, "Send the young lady back to rest."

After he said this, he let go of Qiao Ruyi and got into the car.

Qiao Ruyi stood there, watching Ling Che's car drive away, feeling so painful that she couldn't breathe.

The moment she hugged him, she clearly felt the pain in Ling Che's heart.

The truth is often bloody and cruel when it comes to it. No matter how powerful Ling Che is, he will be sad.

......

On the way back, the car was so quiet that you could even hear your breathing.

Qi Jin, who was driving, and Qi Shui, who was sitting in the passenger seat, didn't dare to speak the whole way. They glanced through the rearview mirror at the man in the back seat with his eyes closed. They only saw cigarettes burning one after another between his fingertips, but he didn't take a puff.

Glancing at the wound on his arm, Qi Shui couldn't help but say, "Mr. Ling, you are injured."

The man in the back seat didn't say anything, but just flicked the ash off his cigarette to show that he understood.

Qi Shui stopped talking

The luxury car drove back to Xishui Bay. As soon as Ling Che entered the door, he took off all his blood-stained clothes and threw them on the ground, then went straight into the bathroom.

The cold water washed over the bullet wound on his arm, and trickles of blood flowed down his arm to the ground.

Cold water poured down from the top of his head, and all he could hear was Ling Xiu De's words - "Before your father struggled to his death, he kept calling your name..."

He chuckled softly.

He had not seen Ling Zhengqing many times since he was four years old. All his time was fully arranged by Ling Zhengqing. He saw Ling Zhengqing less often in a year than he saw his tutor in a day.

Ever since Zhuang Yuwei went crazy, Ling Zhengqing never smiled at him again.

He had no childhood, no playmates, and no parental love. The only person who treated him well during those two years was the Ling family's old housekeeper, but due to Ling Zhengqing's authority, the old housekeeper didn't dare to spoil him too much.

At that time, he once felt that Ling Zhengqing did not love him.

It was not until he was six years old and was sent to Country Y by Ling Zhengqing to live alone without any explanation that he finally confirmed that Ling Zhengqing really did not love him.

He has been in Country Y for more than ten years, and Ling Zhengqing has never cared about his life or death. When he was sick and needed someone to accompany him, only MOMO was by his side.

He called Ling Zhengqing and said he missed his father.

Ling Zhengqing only replied, "You have grown up."

From then on, even if he was sick or injured, he would never reveal a word to Ling Zhengqing.

It was not until he was nineteen years old that Ling Zhengqing suddenly arranged for him to return to China.

The cool water washed away the burning heat in his body. Ling Che smiled softly. He thought that Ling Zhengqing must have discovered the affair between Zhuang Ce and Ling Xiu De at that time.

Later, Ling Zhengqing died unexpectedly, but he didn't shed a single tear. He just drank and smoked all night.

He didn't know what he felt, but from that moment on he felt like an orphan.

An orphan without parents.

It felt like there was a void in my chest. It didn't hurt, but I was very panicked.

With his keen sense, he soon discovered that Ling Zhengqing's death was not an accident. He had been investigating the truth behind it all these years, not because he loved Ling Zhengqing so much, but simply because his surname was Ling and he was Ling Zhengqing's only son.

It is his responsibility to investigate the truth and find the real culprit.

He also laughed and said that Ling Zhengqing was dead, and to him, it was just the loss of a father in name only.

But now, he was a little uncertain.

Ling Zhengqing, do you really love him?

He showered under the ice-cold water for two hours until his whole body was cold and his body temperature was washed away. Then he turned off the water, casually wrapped a bath towel around him and walked out of the bathroom.

As soon as I went out, I heard the sound of the door being opened from the outside.

"Click" sound.

The bedroom door was pushed open from the outside.

Ling Che was still dripping with water, staring intently at the person standing at the door.