Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

The story of this book ends here~

What I understand about their love——

A man like Ling Che can reach the sky and break the earth.

He is Ruyi's lamp in the darkness and an umbrella on a rainy day.

He is a gust of unrestrained wind, yet he will not bend Ruyi's waist. He will not restrict Ruyi's freedom and publicity, but will only allow Ruyi, this bright rose, to bloom to its fullest.

Whether it is the gentle and gentle Qiao Ruyi, or the flamboyant and passionate Qiao Ruyi, they are all his Qiao Ruyi.

She can just be arrogant, but he will be her support. No matter what she does, he will cover her up.

Xiao Song is the gentle and fertile soil, and Lanlan is the delicate and lovely daisy.

Xiao Song's nourishment and tolerance will make Lanlan's flowers bloom all over the field, always facing the sun and full of vitality.

As for Fang Ran and Ou Zilin, Chong Chong sees them as "more than friends, but less than lovers." Their story is not yet complete, but they need to create it themselves. If the opportunity arises, they will meet you.

Finally, Chong Chong wants to say,

This book has a very perfect ending. I don’t know if you like it, but I really like it.

When I first wrote Ruyi and Ling Che, I handwrote over a dozen pages of drafts just for their character settings and experiences. Bringing them from paper figures to life, fleshing them out, was a real sense of accomplishment, and I love them so much.

Therefore, many of the plots and directions later on are determined by the characters, and it is their souls that drive the development of the story.

Characters with flesh and blood who speak for themselves and make choices.

So when I finished writing, I didn’t even feel like I created them. It was like they existed in this world by themselves, and I was just a bystander and recorder of this story.

Of course, the characters in the book are definitely not perfect, and they have both advantages and disadvantages.

But this way, it will be more vivid, right?

The same goes for this book. There are some of you who love it very much, while there are other readers who cannot accept it after just one glance.

But it doesn’t matter. I write what I want to write and everyone reads what they want to read.

I am very happy that I can accompany readers here, which proves that you are attracted by their stories.

There are some shortcomings, not because their stories are not exciting enough, but because my writing skills as a recorder are limited.

But we all believe that somewhere we cannot see, they must have more exciting stories going on...

Finally, here's a little extra story for everyone as a gift:

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Country Y, Bryher Island.

The salty sea breeze blew towards the villa on the island, gently lifting the white gauze curtains of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

A cool breeze blew into the huge room, filling the whole room with a fresh scent.

In the living room, a group of two, one adult and two children, dressed in clean clothes, were sitting on the carpet, leaning against the sofa, their eyes fixed on the TV not far in front of them.

The person in the middle was wearing a white short dress with thin straps. Her slightly long hair was casually braided into a side braid and placed on her fair and delicate shoulders. Her two slender white arms hung naturally, and in her hands she was holding a big coconut with a long straw stuck in it.

Two white and tender little glutinous rice balls sat on her left and right, each holding a bottle of milk in their soft hands.

Qiao Ruyi drank two sips of coconut milk herself, and also poured a sip into each of the two small bottles next to her.

Three pairs of big, beautiful eyes stared straight at the TV that was playing a program.

A tall and slender figure walked out of the kitchen, holding two bottles of freshly made milk powder in his hands, and glanced at the TV.

Parenting show?

Seeing that the two little ones were also watching with great interest, he bent down and took away the bottles of coconut milk in their hands and stuffed the prepared milk into their hands.

Qiao Ruyi sipped the coconut juice in her hand, turned to look at the man, and was stunned for a moment.

The man was wearing a simple white vest and beach vacation pants. He was tall, had long legs, broad shoulders, a thin waist, and fair skin. Especially the thin muscle lines perfectly covered his strong bones. Every move he made made her swallow her saliva.

The chestnut brown hair moved slightly with the incoming sea breeze, revealing delicate and beautiful eyebrows.

No matter how you look at him, Qiao Ruyi doesn't think he is over 30 years old.

There is no trace of time on his still handsome face.

Two days ago, when he was surfing at the beach, someone asked him if he was a college graduate.

Tsk tsk, she smiled softly.

Ling Che's little face is still very tender.

Seeing that she was staring at him, Ling Che narrowed his eyes, "Qiao Ruyi, your saliva is falling."

Qiao Ruyi subconsciously raised her hand to wipe it away, then realized that she was being teased by him and wrinkled her nose, "No way!"

There was a hint of coquettishness in her tone, and the man smiled indulgently and sat down on the sofa next to her.

Qiao Ruyi looked at him with a smile, pointed at the TV and asked, "Ling Che, they say that the daughter is her father's lover in the previous life—"

She lowered her head to glance at the little Jiaqiao with her pigtails, then looked at the man, "Do you think Xixi was your lover in your previous life?"

Ling Che glanced at the parenting program on TV. Those idle experts were talking at length, specifically trying to fool young girls like Qiao Ruyi who were becoming mothers for the first time.

"Qiao Ruyi, if you watch too much of this kind of show, your brain will become stupid."

He reached out and pinched the fair and tender face of the doll beside his leg. "A daughter is a daughter, no matter what kind of love she is."

Then he added, "Even if there is a lover, there is only one."

When Qiao Ruyi heard this, she immediately put down the coconut in her hand and got up from the ground, sitting next to him on the sofa, with her eyes slightly narrowed and a "threatening" look in her eyes.

"Who?" she asked through gritted teeth.

Ling Che curled his lips and looked at Qiao Ruyi, who leaned forward with almost half of her body pressed against him. He narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Qiao Ruyi at night."

Suddenly, Qiao Ruyi's face turned red.

Not serious!

Just as she was about to move away, someone held her neck down and then pulled her forward. Her soft lips pressed against his slightly curved lips, their breath touching his.

As soon as their lips touched, a baby voice was heard.

"Night Mommy... what's the fine thing?"

Xixi tilted her head, blinking her big eyes, full of curiosity.

The kiss was interrupted before it even started. Ling Che stuffed the bottle in her hand into her mouth and said, "Don't ask questions that a child shouldn't ask."

"Well, the details, no, should be asked?" The little kid has been learning to speak very quickly recently, and asked this question immediately.

Qiao Ruyi suppressed a laugh and looked at Ling Che.

Ling Che looked at the little girl and patiently answered her question, "For example, if you ask whether you can sleep with your mother tonight, you shouldn't ask this question. If you ask, you can't."

Hearing this answer, Xixi pouted unhappily.

Ling Che glared at her with his arms folded, looking like a bully. "There's no point in being unhappy."

Qiao Ruyi finally understood that with Ling Che, there was no such thing as "daughters are lovers, sons are rivals in love", nor was there any such thing as "daughters are more precious than sons, or sons are more precious than daughters".

To him, sons and daughters are the same, just little grasshoppers on the same horizontal line.

Everyone can be bullied by him.

At this moment, little Ai Luo, who had been watching TV with great interest, suddenly raised his hand and said, "Baba, I have a question."

Ling Che looked at him with amusement. He couldn't even finish his words and had a lot of questions.

"Just ask."

Little Ai Luo tilted his head and thought for a moment, "Qi, Jin, Xiu Xiu, are you careful or not? Do as Baba says?"

Ling Che raised his eyebrows and nodded, "Yes."

"Qi, Xu, Xiu Xiu, do you also want to listen to Baba?" the little guy asked again.

"uh-huh."

Little Ai Luo suddenly looked at Qiao Ruyi who was sitting on the sofa, "Where's Mommy?"

Qiao Ruyi was amused. Why did this bring her up?

What the little guy meant to ask is, does Mommy also listen to Baba?

Ling Che nodded naturally, "I'll listen to your mother."

The little guy was confused now, and tilted his head and asked seriously, "Then why is Mommy crying?"

Ling Che raised his eyebrows, "When did your mother cry?"

Little Ailo said word by word, "Yesterday, evening."

Hearing this, Qiao Ruyi's brows jumped.

As expected, the little guy continued to talk without restraint, "Mommy, I want it, be gentle, Baba, I want it, Mommy, please——"

"Well--"

Before the little guy could finish his words, Qiao Ruyi immediately jumped off the sofa and covered his little mouth, her fair face turning red.

Ling Che's temples twitched when he heard this. It turned out that this kid had been eavesdropping last night?

He and Qiao Ruyi exchanged a glance, looking at her rosy earlobes, and quickly picked up his phone to make a call. "Soundproof all the rooms in the villa tomorrow. Yes, all of them!"

After finishing the call, his eyes casually glanced at the parenting program across the street.

That extremely idle expert was just saying that when children have younger siblings, they will focus on them and try to be role models of good brothers and sisters.

His eyes turned, and he thought that the two little ones were not young anymore and could be good brothers and sisters.

Wouldn't it be more fun to give them a new talking toy than a big dinosaur?

Qiao Ruyi, who was standing by, didn't know what he was thinking about. She only saw his narrow eyes curved, and there was a hint of...maliciousness in his smile?