Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

A month later.

The black Ghost was driving at a constant speed on the busy street.

The men in the driver's seat and the passenger seat were dressed in black, with strong builds and neat crew cuts that made their faces look even tougher.

The two of them looked at the back seat through the rearview mirror from time to time.

The woman in the back seat was wearing a plain long dress. She had a pretty and delicate face and long curly hair that cascaded down to her waist, which made her expressionless face look even more cold and aloof.

She looked out the window calmly, her eyes clear and cold.

Qi Jin and Qi Shui withdrew their gazes, one driving seriously while the other observed the surroundings vigilantly.

Although Beijing has been so calm over the past month without any disturbance.

Only they know whose lives were sacrificed for the peace of Beijing and even the whole of China.

Thinking of this, the two of them felt lonely and desolate.

In the back seat of the car, there was no longer the extremely handsome and strategic man, nor was there the faint smell of tobacco on him, nor were there his occasional cold remarks.

The eloquent young lady never spoke again and rarely smiled.

Luxury cars are parked at street-side coffee shops.

Qi Shui got out of the car and opened the door, "Young Madam, we're here."

The woman in the car nodded slightly, got out of the car with her skirt lifted, and glanced at the two of them.

The two immediately understood, "We'll guard outside."

She nodded and went into the coffee shop.

The aroma of coffee was rich in the private room. The man glanced at the woman who pushed the door open and said with a smile, "Ruyi, here you are."

Qiao Ruyi nodded slightly and sat down opposite him.

Song Hui looked at her still thin figure and asked with concern, "You've been pregnant for more than a month, right? I heard from Xilan that you can't eat or sleep well now?"

Qiao Ruyi shook her head slightly and smiled with the corners of her mouth curled up.

"Still don't want to talk?" Song Hui looked at her thin face with kind eyes.

Qiao Ruyi curled her lips slightly and said nothing.

The waiter brought in the milk, but Qiao Ruyi didn't drink it. She just lowered her eyes and stared at the white liquid in the cup.

"Uncle Song asked you out today because of Ling Che's matter."

Song Hui felt a little sad when he mentioned this name.

He saw that Qiao Ruyi's eyes trembled when she heard this name.

"Thanks to this brat, I, the police chief, have made great contributions and can retire early." When Song Hui said this, he thought of the day when Ling Che asked him out and said he would give him a special merit.

If he had known that this special merit would cost his life, he would rather not have it.

Qiao Ruyi didn't say anything and listened to him quietly.

"This bastard always asked me to collect his body." Song Hui smiled bitterly, "This time, I can't even find his body."

Over the past month, Chinese police have conducted several salvage operations in the sea where he crashed, even along the strait, but have not found even a single bone.

But everyone knows how devastating the plane explosion was; all that was salvaged from the seabed were plane debris. The people had already been shattered in the blast, leaving no bones behind.

No matter how hard you try, it’s just a thought for your loved ones.

Qiao Ruyi's hands were clasped so tightly on her legs that they hurt, but her expression remained calm.

"Uncle Song knows you're feeling miserable, but you just won't say it." Song Hui looked at her pale face. "I heard from Xilan that you've refused to hold a funeral for Ling Che, and you're unwilling to reveal his passing. You've only said he went abroad."

Qiao Ruyi's eyes dimmed and she lowered her eyes to look at the table.

She didn't want to hold a funeral for Ling Che.

After the funeral, it was announced that he was really dead.

She would rather believe that he is not dead.

The body hasn't been recovered yet, so can she assume that Ling Che is still alive?

As long as she thought he was alive, he must be alive.

Even if it's just to give her and the baby in her belly a thought.

"Ruyi, this matter can't be concealed for long." Song Hui said this with some reluctance. "Uncle will help you hold a grand funeral for him. You can live a good life with your child."

Qiao Ruyi's eyes were a little red, but she still shook her head stubbornly.

She won't have a funeral.

Unless one day the police salvaged his remains and brought them to her, telling her with certainty that after identification, the deceased was her husband Ling Che.

Only then would she bury his body and hold a funeral for him.

She would not declare him dead before then.

She didn't want to continue this topic, so she took out a piece of paper and pen from her bag, wrote a few words on it, and handed it to Song Hui.

"Xi Lan said that because of him, your old illness relapsed. Are you feeling better now?"

Song Hui looked at the handwriting on the paper, his eyes reddened, and he nodded, "It's just an old wound from catching criminals before. It's not a big deal."

He pointed at the words on the white paper with a trembling hand, "Ruyi, your handwriting is quite similar to his."

Qiao Ruyi's hand holding the pen trembled slightly, and her heart ached.

You see, everything and everyone around her is about Ling Che, and every aspect of her life has the shadow of Ling Che.

How could she forget him?

Qiao Ruyi held the pen in her trembling hands, wrote another sentence and handed it to Song Hui.

"Before he got into trouble, he came to see you. Besides asking you to give those things to me, did he leave anything else behind?"

Song Hui looked at the words on the paper, recalled the day Ling Che asked him out, and suddenly said, "He also told me something."

Qiao Ruyi's eyebrows moved slightly and she asked him what he wanted to say.

Song Hui said, "He told me that if you ever commit manslaughter, he wants me to protect you as the director."

Qiao Ruyi's whole body trembled slightly, and her breathing became heavier.

According to Ling Che, he knew Qin Chao would come to find her, and he guessed that she would kill Qin Chao.

So he asked Song Hui to protect her.

He calculated everyone's movements and outcomes, but he didn't predict his own accident.

Qiao Ruyi's vision blurred again. She tilted her head back slightly and forced her tears inside.

Putting the paper and pen into her bag, she stood up, bowed slightly to Song Hui, then turned and left.

Song Hui looked at her stubborn, strong, yet broken back and shook his head in pain.

Ling Che, this brat, is obviously going to be a father.

You are so disobedient!

He exchanged his life for his achievements, and the Song family owes him for the rest of his life!

......

The sun was shining brightly outside. Seeing the figure coming out of the coffee shop, Qi Shui hurried forward and opened the parasol in his hand.

Qiao Ruyi took out his cell phone, typed a line of text and asked him: Did his plane explode and crash over the Atlantic Ocean?

Qi Shui didn't expect the young lady to ask this question so he immediately replied, "Yes, in the area where the Atlantic Ocean is about to cross the Indian Ocean."

Qiao Ruyi typed another line: The police only salvaged the Atlantic Ocean?

"Yes," Qi Shui said, "It was Director Song who ordered the salvage operation. Director Song was about to retire, and the new director was about to take office. He felt that there was no need to continue the salvage operation, so he withdrew the order."

Qiao Ruyi tightened her hands at her sides.

We haven’t even found the body, so we won’t salvage it?

She typed out a few words fiercely to instruct Qi Shui.

Qi Shui took a look and immediately said, "Yes, I will have the people at headquarters continue to salvage in the North Atlantic."

Qiao Ruyi put away her phone and looked at the scorching sun above her head.

The sun is so bright, how cold it must be for him to be alone on the cold seabed.

She had to find him and take him home.

"Madam, it's hot outside, get in the car first." Qi Jin opened the car door and asked, "Where do you want to go next?"

Qiao Ruyi paused, and with her slender fingers she wrote three words on the car window: Lingguang Temple.