Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

Qiao Ruyi waited in the villa in Yujingwan for three whole days.

She didn't go out, fearing that she would miss Ling Che's early return.

She didn't dare to sleep, for fear that she would fall asleep again and miss Ling Che's call. If he sent a message, she wouldn't be able to see it the first time.

Even if she heard the sound of wind or grass in the front yard, she would jump off the sofa and open the door immediately.

Time passes by minute by minute...

Until the third day.

Qiao Ruyi was sitting on the sofa, holding her little white cat, lost in thought. The TV in the living room was playing some news. She couldn't concentrate, but she thought it would be more lively to put on some background music.

The house was so quiet without Ling Che.

It was so quiet that it made her feel uneasy.

Aunt Zhang was preparing lunch and glanced at the person sitting on the sofa with no expression on his face. She didn't know what was wrong with the young lady. She had been absent-minded these past few days. Sometimes she couldn't hear what was said to her, and she had to be asked several times what she wanted to eat before she came back to her senses.

Aunt Zhang wondered if the young mistress and the young master had had a quarrel.

I haven't seen the young master come home these few days. Could it be that the couple is separating?

Aunt Zhang glanced at the cut fruit on the coffee table. The young lady hadn't touched a single bite.

She hasn't eaten much for three or four days and seems to have no appetite at all. When I asked her what she wanted to eat, she didn't seem to want to eat anything.

Aunt Zhang put a lot of thought into making something different for every meal, but the young lady didn't even touch her chopsticks.

In just a few days, he seemed to have lost a lot of weight.

Aunt Zhang stopped what she was doing and handed her a bowl of bird's nest.

"Madam, this bird's nest is freshly cooked. Please eat some while it's hot." Aunt Zhang said distressedly, "What's wrong with you these past few days? You can't eat or sleep well. Look at how bad your complexion has become."

In the past, the young lady’s bare face without makeup was always fair and rosy, but now she looks much paler.

"Thank you, Aunt Zhang." Qiao Ruyi said softly, picked up the bird's nest and scooped a few times, but she had no appetite.

Her mind was full of questions: it had been three days, why hadn't Ling Che come back yet?

Seeing that she was in a bad mood and didn't talk, Aunt Zhang was afraid that she would be bored, so she found a new topic to talk to her.

"Young Madam, you don't know how rampant human traffickers are out there right now. My little granddaughter was almost stolen by a child thief a few months ago."

When Qiao Ruyi heard the word "human trafficker", she regained consciousness and turned to ask her, "Your granddaughter was almost abducted?"

"Yeah, luckily there were a lot of people around at the time, so they kept an eye on him."

Hearing that the young lady was interested in this topic, Aunt Zhang added, "But don't worry now. I saw on the news last night that the big trafficker was killed in a bombing, and dozens of dens were shut down. You don't know that our Jing City has solved hundreds of trafficking cases in one go."

Qiao Ruyi has not left the house these days. She has not looked at her phone except for waiting for a call.

When she heard the news, she suddenly looked at Aunt Zhang and asked, "The human trafficker was killed in the explosion?"

"Yes," Aunt Zhang said, "It was on the news last night around nine o'clock."

Aunt Zhang glanced at the news she was currently broadcasting and said, "You can't watch this channel. I'll tune you to a channel that broadcasts international news."

Aunt Zhang picked up the remote control and said as she switched channels, "My daughter-in-law taught me this. She loves watching foreign celebrities and news."

The picture on the TV changed, and it was a huge explosion.

Qiao Ruyi suddenly sat up straight, staring at the huge words on the news: "Mexican human trafficking leader Jin Huan died in major explosion."

Mexico?

Jin Huan?

Qiao Ruyi unconsciously tightened her grip on the bowl, her eyes fixed on the foreign frontline reporters reporting real-time news.

"This is a rebroadcast," Aunt Zhang reminded her. "This news was broadcast last night. The bad guy was killed in the explosion at around 9 o'clock last night."

Aunt Zhang pointed at the large screen on the TV and said with gritted teeth, "This big boss is actually of Chinese descent! There is a black island in Mexico, full of poor people trafficked from all over the world. You don't know that among these people are men, women, and even children. They are so unscrupulous! How many families have been destroyed by this..."

Qiao Ruyi stared at the replayed news footage, and suddenly an idea popped up in her mind - was this huge explosion related to Ling Che?

What about Ling Che?

It happened at nine o'clock last night. Where is he? Is it time for him to come back?

Just then, the sound of a vehicle entering was heard at the front gate of Yujingwan.

Hearing the sound of a car coming from the door, Qiao Ruyi jumped up all over, subconsciously put down the bowl in her hand and ran towards the door, forgetting even to put on slippers.

My heart was beating so fast that it almost jumped out of my throat.

Her lover returned victoriously!

"Ling Che!"

Qiao Ruyi opened the door of the villa and the smile that had just appeared on her face suddenly disappeared.

She stared blankly at the car at the door and the other person's hand about to ring the doorbell, and stood there in a daze.

"Mrs. Ling, we are from the Municipal Public Security Bureau." The young man who spoke was dressed in a police uniform, and behind him were several other policemen also in uniform.

Qiao Ruyi recognized him. When Aunt Chen passed away, it was this policeman who called her.

"I'm Chen Hao, captain of the Second Detachment of the Beihuai District Public Security Bureau in Beijing." He showed Qiao Ruyi his ID, his face heavy. "We're here regarding Mr. Ling's matter."

......

It's a sunny day in August.

The air conditioner in the living room was at just the right temperature, but Qiao Ruyi felt cold all over and was shivering from head to toe.

She stared at the thick stacks of briefcases on the coffee table, then raised her eyes woodenly to look at the man in a suit and tie brought by Chen Hao.

"What is this?" she asked calmly, but her voice was trembling.

"Mrs. Ling, this is what Mr. Ling entrusted to Director Song before he died." Chen Hao took off his police hat and looked at her with a serious expression. "He asked the police to give this to you, and this lawyer will help you handle the relevant matters."

Qiao Ruyi heard nothing but the two words he said.

"Before he died?" Qiao Ruyi's heart suddenly felt like it was pierced by something, and even breathing was painful. "What do you mean by 'before he died'? He was alive and well, how can it be 'before he died'? He will be back today, what are you talking about?"

Chen Hao knew that it was difficult for her to accept the news, because when his master Song Hui first learned the news, his old illness relapsed and he fell ill, so he entrusted him to handle this matter.

"I know this is hard for you to accept." Chen Hao stood up and bowed deeply to her. "But I'm sorry, Mrs. Ling. Mr. Ling encountered an airborne explosion on his plane returning from Mexico at 11 o'clock last night. The plane exploded mid-air and crashed into the sea."

"The international joint police team has carried out rescue operations as soon as possible, but..."

Chen Hao's eyes were heavy. "The plane was destroyed and everyone on board died. No one survived."