Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down
Chapter 494 Qiao Ruyi was his only salvation when he couldn’t make it through those years
The man on the sofa glanced at the bruises on the boy's wrists and face. The cold white skin was covered with blue and purple, and the fresh wound on his face made his cold temperament even more sinister.
"What a mess." The man said in a stern tone, "Go upstairs and take a shower and change clothes, then come down to eat."
"Don't eat."
The boy said this indifferently and turned to go upstairs.
"Ling Che!"
The young man paused without looking back.
The man put down the magazine in his hand and said, "You are already sixteen years old. You know what you should and shouldn't do. You are the future heir of the Ling family. Don't go to places you shouldn't go and make yourself look like a monster."
The young man at the stairs curled up the corners of his mouth almost imperceptibly, and it was not known whether he heard it or not. He went upstairs without looking back.
Dark red blood dripped onto the floor and splattered all the way from the door to the stairs.
Ling Zhengqing's eyes were always fixed on the scarlet blood. His eyes dimmed and he sighed slightly.
"Mr. Ling, the young master looks quite injured," the old butler said. "You shouldn't be so harsh on him at this time."
"How long has he been receiving this kind of training?" Ling Zhengqing asked.
The old housekeeper thought for a moment and said, "This year is the sixth year."
"Six years..." Ling Zhengqing's eyes dimmed. In these six years, he had only visited him three times.
"You always come back covered in wounds?"
The old butler shook his head and said, "The young master was still young in the first few years and had many injuries, most of which were superficial. He got better in the last few years."
The old housekeeper looked at the bloodstains on the ground and sighed, "Today is the first time."
It looked quite serious, but the young master never went to the hospital, nor did he call a doctor, and he never let the servants in the villa intervene.
So over the years, when the servants saw him injured and bleeding, they didn't dare to ask any questions.
......
"Uh--"
The boy's painful moan escaped from the closed room, and the air was filled with the smell of strong alcohol and blood.
When he took off his shirt, his young skeleton was covered with a layer of strong thin muscles. His cold white skin was covered with bruises, and there were several wounds of varying sizes on his shoulders, arms, and back. Especially on his shoulders and arms, the two wounds were so deep that you couldn't see the bottom, and large amounts of dark red blood flowed down.
The young man poured all the high-proof alcohol in his hand onto the wound. As the alcohol seeped into the wound, the young man's brows furrowed, his handsome face turned pale, and big beads of sweat dripped down his forehead.
The boy disinfected with alcohol, then applied medicine and wrapped it with gauze. His movements were skillful and efficient.
After treating all the wounds, his entire body felt as if he had just been showered. He casually threw a T-shirt over his body and pulled out a chair to sit down at the table.
With trembling hands, he took out a bottle of painkillers from the drawer, poured a few pills into his mouth and swallowed them.
He sat at the table, took out the Greek book from the drawer, opened the familiar pages, and took out the photo inside with his slender fingers.
In the photo, the little girl has beautiful and delicate eyebrows and a beautiful smile, like a beam of dazzling sunshine, illuminating the haze deep in his heart.
In the quiet night, he seemed to hear the doll-like little girl again, with a pair of crescent-shaped eyes, coming up to him and calling him, "Little brother——"
Her smile was his only salvation during the countless times he felt he couldn't get through these years.
He wanted to see her and hear her call him, "Little Brother."
No, at this time, she should be fifteen years old.
She has grown into a big girl.
I don’t know if she can still recognize him. Next time we meet, I’ll just call him “Ling Che”.
What should he call her?
Qiao Ruyi? Or Xiaoyi?
He tapped the little girl's cheek in the photo with his fingertips. His breathing became heavier due to the pain in his body, and his voice was a little unstable when he spoke.
"Today, I graduated from base training and came back alive."
He curled his lips gently, "How about you, are you okay now? Are you still secretly eating butterfly cakes now that you've grown up?"
Speaking of this, he remembered how she was like a little hamster stealing butterfly cakes, and the smile in his eyes became even more intense.
"If I have the chance in the future, I'll buy it for you."
The boy's black hair soaked with sweat vaguely covered his eyebrows and eyes, and there was tenderness in his eyes.
The pale lips were slightly curved in a beautiful arc.
The pain in his body had reached its limit, and the effect of the painkillers made his vision gradually blurred.
He carefully held the photo, propped himself up, walked to the sofa beside him and lay down, and soon fell asleep.
After a while, the tightly closed door of the room was pushed open from the outside.
The man at the door was tall and carrying a medicine box. He frowned when he smelled the strong smell of alcohol in the room.
He closed the door gently and walked in quietly.
The bedroom was a mess.
The ground was covered with blood-stained gauze, and Ling Zhengqing's chest trembled when he saw it.
When she looked at the boy lying on the sofa again, her eyes reddened and she sighed deeply.
He put down the medicine box, and with trembling fingers he cleaned up the gauze stained with his son's blood one by one, then pulled a chair and sat next to the sofa.
The boy has beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and looks very much like his mother.
But the bruises and wounds on his face were heartbreaking to see.
Ling Zhengqing stared at his sleeping face for a long time, then took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat from the boy's forehead.
"Dad knows what you are doing, and I won't stop you."
Ling Zhengqing's eyes were filled with heartache. "But my son, the water in Beijing is very dark. I don't know what difficulties and dangers are waiting for you when you return to China."
He opened the medicine box and treated the inconspicuous wounds on the boy's arms with trembling hands. "Dad doesn't dare to keep you with him. He's afraid that you will become like your mother, and he's also afraid that you will leave Dad if you are not careful."
Ling Zhengqing's tears fell on the boy's arm, and he wiped them away. "It would be great if you were born in an ordinary family. You would be at a fun age and wouldn't have to suffer like this."
After treating the wound, he carefully raised his hand and touched the boy's head, like an ordinary father encouraging his son.
"You're my son. I know you can persevere in training. But I feel bad for you. You shouldn't have to live like this. I know you blame me for not coming to see you. It's not that I don't want to come, it's that I can't. Xiao Che, there are too many people watching me. If I come too often, you won't be safe."
After saying that, he sighed helplessly, "Whether you blame me or don't forgive me, I don't mind. As long as you live well, that's all I want. I just hope that one day you can understand my painstaking efforts."
The young man frowned slightly, seeming to be in some pain.
Ling Zhengqing didn't say anything more and took the quilt to cover him.
Suddenly catching a glimpse of the photo on his body, Ling Zhengqing picked it up and looked at it carefully for a long time, seeming to have some impression of it.
It seems to be...the daughter of Qiao He from Qiao Group.
His eyes and eyebrows look a bit like Qiao He.
But he has two daughters, which one is this?
Ling Zhengqing glanced at the back of the photo and saw a "Y" written in pen.
"Y?"
Willingness or willingness?
Putting the photo back on the boy, Ling Zhengqing smiled kindly.
"You little brat, you already have a girl you like at sixteen."
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