Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

The hospital just called and said that Xiao Xile, who is less than seven years old, has a very weak will to survive and has reached his limit after holding on for these days.

Just now, he chose to forgive the not-so-pleasant experiences of these years, and left this world peacefully with the little warmth and love he had left.

The evening wind blew, making people shiver with cold.

This news was like a heavy hammer hitting Qiao Ruyi's heart, shattering all her internal organs. The blood in her body quickly drained away, her whole body was cold, and her mind was in a daze.

She subconsciously wanted to go to the hospital, but as soon as she took a step, her legs went weak and she almost fell.

Ling Che quickly hugged her and looked down at her with a frown.

Her face turned pale, her lips trembled, and her whole body was shaking like a sieve, her hands tightly grasping his clothes.

The next moment, she hid in Ling Che's arms and burst into tears.

"He's gone..." Qiao Ruyi burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably, "I still couldn't save him, I couldn't save him..."

"What's wrong with Xile? He's just a kid. What's wrong with him..."

Qiao Ruyi cried until she was hoarse, her heart ached as if it was pierced by thousands of needles, and even breathing was unbearable pain.

If she had known Xile's situation earlier, the outcome would have been different...

If she could have taken Xile away earlier, perhaps Xile would have been able to go to school happily with her little schoolbag on her back, and would have said to her every morning, "Sister, I'm leaving. Bye."

But she didn't. Her mind was full of resentment towards Qiao He and hatred towards Li Ling and her daughter. Even when she often stayed in Qiao Mansion during that period, her heart was full of revenge.

She took revenge on all of them and killed Xile as well.

......

Three days later, it was Qiao Xile's funeral.

The funeral was kept simple and not many outsiders knew about it.

Qiao Ruyi picked a good place for him in the cemetery and specially made a tomb shaped like a car.

She and Ling Che agreed to give Xile another car building set, but unfortunately he didn't get it.

Now that his grave is decorated like this, he would probably like it.

Qiao was detained in prison as she wished. When she heard the news, she laughed and muttered, "It's better to die. I deserve to die..."

As she laughed, she started crying again.

No one knew what she was crying for, and no one asked her why she was crying.

On the day of the funeral, the sky was gray. The weather forecast said it would rain, but it hadn't rained yet. The dark clouds covered the sky, giving people a very depressing feeling.

Song Xilan and Fang Ran also came and bought toys and milk for Xiao Xile and placed them in front of the tombstone, telling him that he should drink more milk to grow taller.

The two people behind were asked to go back by Qiao Ruyi, and only two people were left in the cemetery.

Qiao Ruyi was dressed in black, sitting in front of the tombstone, looking down at the photo on it.

The fair and tender child has clear eyes, which are as round as two black grapes.

But there was no smile on his face.

When choosing the posthumous photos, Qiao Ruyi couldn't even pick out one that showed Xile smiling.

How on earth did he survive these years...

A bony hand reached out, holding an exquisite and expensive racing car model, and placed it in front of the tombstone.

Qiao Ruyi smelled the refreshing scent on him and asked without turning around, "This is the racing action figure in your collection. I remember it's the only one."

"Xi Le likes racing. I promised him I'd give him a real racing car when he came of age." Ling Che, dressed in a black suit, half-knelt beside Qiao Ruyi, looking at the black and white photo. His voice was low and gentle, "I'll use this instead now."

Qiao Ruyi stared at the car figurine and whispered, "I was out of the country when Xile was born. When I came back, he could already run and jump. I didn't like him the first time I saw him. I hate the son Li Ling gave birth to."

"But surprisingly, he didn't hate me. Instead, he affectionately called me sister. I found that he would be very clingy to me and loved to be close to me... At that time, I thought it was because he had Qiao He's blood in him, just like me, so it was natural."

"It wasn't until a while ago that I figured it out. It was because Li Ling and Qiao Ruyuan didn't love him, and Qiao He didn't have time to care about him, and I was the only one who allowed him to get close to me and didn't scold him."

It was only a few days ago that she understood why Xile liked Ling Che so much when she first met him, and why she always surrounded him and called him, "Brother Che" over and over again.

She thought that the biggest reason might be that Xile's surname should have been Ling.

He and Ling Che are truly related by blood.

Her hand gently touched the photo on the tombstone, and when she met the pair of eyes like black grapes, she smiled softly and said softly, "Xi Le, you came to this world and experienced it once. Did you find that it wasn't so beautiful? So you want to go back. It's good to go back. There should be no pain in heaven. If you meet Aunt Yin in heaven, don't be afraid. She will love you like a sister."

Qiao Ruyi couldn't help but shed tears. "Xi Le, I know you don't want to persevere because you'll never get the motherly love you long for again."

Now that Li Ling is dead, Qiao Xile has no worries in his heart anymore.

What the seven-year-old child can't let go of is undoubtedly the hope that his mother can come to her senses and love him again.

The world of children is very simple and kind. If Li Ling could favor him as much as she favored Qiao Ruyuan, he would definitely forgive all the unfair treatment he had received before.

It’s a pity that Li Ling never sided with him once until her death.

He could no longer wait for his mother's favor, so he chose to leave this world where he had no more worries.

"In your next life, choose a good father and mother and a happy family in heaven." When Qiao Ruyi said this, Ling Che's warm and dry palm wrapped her cold hand in his palm.

She looked at Ling Che, a tearful smile in her eyes, and then stared at the photo, "If possible, you can come into my belly and let me and my brother be your parents and take good care of you."

Although she may never be able to become a mother in this life, there is still a glimmer of hope in her heart.

She still hoped she could have a child. If reincarnation really existed, she hoped this child would be chosen by Joy.

......

The sky was covered with dark clouds and gradually darkened.

It was about to rain heavily.

Ling Che took Qiao Ruyi's hand and stood up, looking at the tombstone for a while.

"Little brat, I've already told the neighbors around you. No one here will bully you, and no one dares to bully you."

Ling Che lowered his eyes and smiled, holding Qiao Ruyi's hand tightly. Facing the black and white photo on the tombstone, he said, "When you have time, come visit your sister in her dreams. She will miss you very much."

Qiao Ruyi turned to look at Ling Che, her eyes falling on his smooth jawline and then his smiling eyes. She smiled gently, "He will listen to you."

Ling Che smiled, took her hand and turned around, "Home, or where to go?"

Qiao Ruyi followed his steps, her eyes dimming, "Let's go to the hospital."