Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

Qiao Ruyi was pushed by her and fell on the dressing table, her palm just happened to be on the table splashed with broken glass.

She felt a pain in her palm and gasped. She raised her hand and saw that there was a cut on her palm and blood was oozing out.

She didn't have time to take care of her own wounds and hurried to comfort Zhuang Yuwei.

The latter had completely lost control, rummaging around the room at the top of his lungs, tearing the pillows and sheets to shreds.

A sharp, tearing sound filled the entire room. "Doll! My doll! Ah—the doll is gone—"

The medical staff rushed over when they heard the noise. A nurse heard Zhuang Yuwei's cry and asked hurriedly, "Madam, are you looking for the baby?"

"Yes." Qiao Ruyi pointed to the sofa. "Where's the doll we just put there?"

At this time, another young nurse said apologetically, "Young Madam, I saw that the doll was too dirty, so I took it to wash. I didn't know Madam would—"

Qiao Ruyi was startled and asked, "Did you wash it?"

"Young Madam, she's new here," the nurse beside her explained hurriedly. "She doesn't know about this rag doll, Madam. I'll go get it back now."

On this side, Zhuang Yuwei heard that the rag doll was taken away for washing, and she became even more agitated. She screamed and threw everything at hand to the ground, and then tore her hair like crazy.

"mom!"

Qiao Ruyi hurried over to try to comfort her, "The doll will be here soon, it will be here soon."

Zhuang Yuwei seemed not to have heard anything. She kept her eyes wide open in fear and frantically searched around the room, "Doll—my doll—"

"Young Madam," the doctor suggested, seeing the situation, "Madam, you're very emotional right now. Should you give her a sedative?"

Qiao Ruyi quickly stopped him, "Wait a minute, bring the doll over first, maybe her emotions will stabilize."

At this time, the doctor saw that the wound on her hand was still bleeding, "Madam, your hand is injured. I will disinfect and bandage it for you."

"Wait a moment." Qiao Ruyi had no time to care about her own injuries, and she didn't feel much pain. Instead, she felt uncomfortable seeing Zhuang Yuwei out of control.

The person who had just been as obedient as a child suddenly lost control, leaving the huge room in a mess, as if it had been bombed.

As for Zhuang Yuwei herself, the hairpin on her head had long disappeared, and her newly combed hair was even more messy.

When she lost control, even Qiao Ruyi couldn't get close to her. She could only stand by and watch her anxiously to make sure she didn't hurt herself.

Just then, hurried footsteps were heard from outside the door.

"Young Madam, the doll is here!"

The nurse ran into the room and handed the rag doll in his hand to Qiao Ruyi.

Qiao Ruyi looked over and saw that the doll's original dirtiness had been cleaned, revealing its original fabric color. She picked it up and saw that it was still half-dry, apparently having been dried halfway.

"Has it been washed?" Qiao Ruyi asked with a frown.

The nurse said embarrassedly, "When I went there, the doll was already drying."

After that, the nurse spoke again with a hint of guilt, "Young Madam, this doll is many years old, and the fabric has worn out. When I was washing it just now, the stitches on the doll's belly accidentally broke, leaving a cut. But don't worry, I'll sew it up shortly."

Qiao Ruyi took a look and saw that the stitches on the doll's belly had indeed torn, revealing the cotton inside.

Before she could hand it to Zhuang Yuwei, Zhuang Yuwei saw the doll at a glance, rushed over quickly, and snatched the doll from Qiao Ruyi's hands.

"Doll! My doll!"

Zhuang Yuwei snatched the doll away and shrank into the corner. She held the doll carefully in her arms as if she was holding a child, checking the doll over and over again, as if to see if it was hers.

With the doll, her mood was indeed much more stable, and she leaned against the corner of the wall, clinging tightly to the doll.

Seeing that she was finally no longer out of control, Qiao Ruyi breathed a sigh of relief, and her tense nerves finally relaxed.

"Get out!" Zhuang Yuwei, who was in the corner, suddenly raised her eyes and looked at the people in the room, shouting, "All of you get out! Get out!"

She was chasing everyone out of the house, including Qiao Ruyi.

"Okay, okay, let's go out first." Qiao Ruyi turned to the doctor and the nurse in the room and said, "Let's go out first and let Madam be alone for a while."

Qiao Ruyi asked someone to clean up the broken glass and made sure that no sharp objects would hurt Zhuang Yuwei, then she walked out.

As her tense nerves relaxed, Qiao Ruyi felt a little pain in her palm.

She raised her hand and saw a wound about three or four centimeters long on the palm of her hand. It wasn't very long, but there was still broken glass stuck in it, and it hurt a lot.

The doctor removed the broken glass from her wound, disinfected it, and finally applied medicine and bandaged it with gauze.

"Young Madam, I'm so sorry for hurting you." The doctor said apologetically.

"It was my own carelessness." Qiao Ruyi thought for a moment and then asked, "When Madam is not in a good mood, will she be like this today?"

"No," the doctor said, "Madam sometimes loses control and just yells, but she's never as excited as she was today."

Qiao Ruyi's eyes dimmed. It seemed that the doll was really important to her.

After the gauze was wrapped, the phone rang with the sound of a text message.

Qiao Ruyi swiped the screen and saw a text message.

【Are you ok? 】

It was a text message from Ling Che.

Qiao Ruyi replied with a few words, "Don't worry, Mom and I are fine. We'll be waiting for you here."

In a few seconds, the text message came back: [OK]

After turning off the phone, Qiao Ruyi glanced at the time. It should be about time for Zhuang Yuwei to calm down.

She returned to Zhuang Yuwei's room again and heard no unusual noises coming from inside.

She pushed the door open and saw the person curled up on the bed, holding the doll tightly in his hands.

Qiao Ruyi walked to the bedside and saw Zhuang Yuwei with her eyes closed, as if she had fallen asleep.

She gently touched Zhuang Yuwei's head and said, "Mom, why do you like this doll so much? Do you think it's little Ling Che?"

"In that case, I'll keep this doll by your side, okay?"

The person on the bed didn't respond. It seemed that he had just made a big fuss and had already exhausted a lot of energy. He was now sleeping soundly.

"But this doll is broken. Can I ask the nurse to sew it up for you?"

She spoke gently and carefully pulled the doll out of Zhuang Yuwei's arms.

The washed rag doll did look a little better, but it was obvious that it was very old and the stains on some places still could not be washed clean.

She pulled apart the cracked thread of the doll and found that the cotton inside had turned yellow.

She thought about replacing the old cotton inside and filling it with new, good cotton.

Through the crack, her hand suddenly touched something hard while fiddling with the cotton - not big, but small, square and angular.

She was suspicious, wondering why there was something else in the cotton of the doll?