Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

In Yan Yu's VIP room, the air was filled with the smell of alcohol.

The man took off his old suit and sat on the sofa in simple casual clothes, with a hint of loss written all over his handsome face.

The door was opened and he turned around to look, "Young Master Ling, are you here?"

As soon as Ling Che entered the room, he saw Song Yanzhi sitting there drinking with a half-dead look and a smile on his face.

"Stop smiling when your smile is so ugly." He walked over and sat down next to her.

"Is it ugly?" Song Yanzhi deliberately moved closer to him, "Knowing that you're back alive, my face is almost broken from laughing."

Ling Che scoffed and stepped back a bit, "I think you really want to cry now."

"I want to cry because of you." Song Yanzhi poured him a glass of wine, but he raised his hand to stop him.

"Your sister Yi is very strict and won't let you drink."

"Oh." Song Yanzhi put down the bottle. "I haven't seen you for three years. Have you changed?"

Ling Che smiled and said, "Of course not. Having died once, I know what is most important."

He raised his eyes to look at Song Yanzhi and brought back the topic, "Because of me?"

"What do you mean by asking Shen Qian to stop doing his work and make emoticons for you every day?" Song Yanzhi asked with a smile, "You tied me to this vice president position for three years, and now that you're back, you think I'm too idle, right?"

Speaking of this, he wanted to complain. As soon as President Ling returned to the company, he arranged a big thing for Shen Qian - to make emoticons out of the photos of the two little ones in his family.

Now, Young Master Ling would send emoticons of the little ones in their WeChat group whenever he had nothing to do, for fear that others would not know that he had a pair of lovely children.

"This matter can make you cry, but it shouldn't be that serious." Ling Che glared at him and exposed him mercilessly, "It's because Song Xilan is getting engaged tomorrow."

As soon as these words were spoken, Song Yanzhi paused holding the wine and stopped talking.

Ling Che chuckled. Well, he was right.

Otherwise why would she suddenly call him out for a drink?

"Song Yanzhi, why didn't I think you were such a coward before?" Ling Che looked at him with a frivolous smile. "You used to give me all sorts of advice, but now you can't figure it out yourself."

Song Yanzhi picked up the wine and took a big sip. Other people's affairs are different from his own.

He can see other people's affairs clearly from the perspective of an observer.

But he was in the middle of his own affairs and couldn't see through them.

He didn't know whether Lanlan was just joking when she said she liked him, or whether she was sincere.

She was like a tireless little ant, always surrounding him, swallowing his heart bit by bit without him noticing. After she was full, she would carry the heart home and hide it so that no one could see it.

When his heart and eyes were filled with her and he had devoted himself to that relationship, he was suddenly informed of the breakup without any warning.

On the day she went abroad, she said she would give him time to figure it out.

He thought it through clearly. He said he liked her and was sincere to her, but she seemed not to care or believe it.

She simply went to New Zealand and refused all contact from him.

He thought that as long as he kept waiting, he would be able to wait for her to come back.

Unexpectedly, what I got was the news that she was getting engaged.

This is the result he has been waiting for two years.

What exactly does she mean to him?

Or maybe in the past two years, she figured out that the person she liked was not him at all, but her childhood sweetheart, the captain of the criminal investigation team.

Seeing that he remained silent, Ling Che asked him, "Song Yanzhi, what do you think of Song Xilan?"

Song Yanzhi looked up at him, his lost eyes stained with moisture, "Does my opinion matter to her? She's getting engaged tomorrow, which means she has no feelings for me at all. These past two years, it was all my wishful thinking."

Ling Che frowned, "She's going to get engaged tomorrow, isn't she not engaged today?"

"Robbing a bride, huh?" Ling Che said with a teasing smile, "If I were you, as long as I've decided on her, I'd tie her to my side. I'd have to watch the woman I love marry someone else, unless I die."

Ling Che is such a person. Even though he didn't know that Qiao Ruyi liked him, he still wanted to marry her and refused to divorce no matter what.

As long as I keep her by my side, it doesn’t matter whether I like her or love her.

Love will grow over time.

These words were like a slap in the face, sobering up Song Yanzhi from his drunken state.

Yes, the engagement is tomorrow.

Today she still has a chance, and he wants to ask her what it means to be with him for three years.

What does it mean that I broke up with him again two years ago?

What does it mean to return to China and get engaged to someone else now?

He looked at Ling Che and suddenly smiled as if relieved. "Thank you, Young Master Ling."

As he spoke, he picked up the car keys and prepared to leave. Ling Che glared at him, "Aren't you going to pay for the wine?"

He didn't drink a sip of wine.

"I've paid for your drinks a lot before." Song Yan punched him on the shoulder.

Don’t argue with me about this.”

Ling Che smiled, "Hurry up and leave. If it's too late, you can become a monk."

......

On a pitch-black night, a customized black Cayenne was driving on the wide road.

The man sitting in the back seat looked out the window at the destination getting closer and closer, and suddenly became a little nervous.

The scenery outside the window was rapidly receding, and the little things that happened in the past three years were also moving back.

......

three years ago.

On the tenth day after receiving the news of Ling Che's unexpected death.

The sky outside the window was covered with dark clouds, and it looked like a heavy rain was about to fall, but it did not come. The stuffy air made my already depressed mood even worse.

The study on the third floor of Wangjiang Mansion's villa was in a mess after being turned upside down.

After making his tenth call, Song Yanzhi sat dejectedly on the sofa, leaning against the table. His right leg, which had not yet healed, was aching slightly.

The caller on the phone was Ou Zilin, who was far away in the Indian Ocean.

He said that apart from the relics brought back, no remains of Ling Che could be salvaged.

Song Yanzhi leaned on the sofa, pinching his aching eyebrows.

Ling Che died, and Sister Yi was broken.

These days, they have been shrouded in a thick layer of dark clouds, feeling so depressed that they can hardly breathe.

He pinched his eyebrows hard, thinking in his mind, how could such a healthy person die?

At this time, the phone rang again.

"Mr. Song, Miss Qiao and Miss Song haven't eaten the food you sent over," the other party asked. "Do you need to send it again?"

Ever since learning of Ling Che's death, Qiao Ruyi fell ill, and Song Xilan stayed by her side without an appetite.

He had various foods sent over, but neither of them touched them much.

"Send it." Song Yanzhi instructed, "Make it in different ways. Don't forget the desserts and juice. They should be 70% sweet. Miss Song likes them."

After hanging up the phone, Song Yanzhi suddenly remembered that Song Xilan hadn't come to see him in these days, and hadn't even called him.

The person who had been pestering him every day some time ago has been quiet these days, which makes him feel a little uncomfortable.