Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

Chapter 242 Heart-wrenching

In the darkness of the terrace, her thin and beautiful face was full of tears, and big tears kept flowing down from her eyes.

The hand that pressed hard on the wound on his palm kept exerting force until it trembled.

Even her fingertips were stained with bright red blood.

"Does it hurt?" she asked him.

Ling Che let her vent without even frowning. The blood on his palm kept dripping down and splashed on her bare feet.

Ling Che's dark eyes were bottomless, and he asked her in a hoarse voice, "Are you done venting?"

Qiao Ruyi withdrew the strength in her hands and tried hard to hold back her tears.

Yes, people like Ling Che don’t feel pain at all, and they can’t understand what it feels like to be heartbroken.

Her hands were very cold and she could hardly stand.

Ling Che picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, "After you're done venting, stay in bed."

After putting her down on the bed and sitting down, he took two tissues and squatted down, holding her cold ankles and wiping off the blood stains on the back of her feet.

Her skin was too white, and the few drops of scarlet blood on it were too obvious.

"Have I ever told you to wear shoes? When will you change your habit of going barefoot?"

Ling Che looked up at her, his tone accusing.

Qiao Ruyi felt it was ironic. She retracted her foot and covered herself with the quilt, "Get out."

Ling Che stood up and casually wiped the blood stains still flowing from his right hand. "Go out? Where to?"

"Go wherever you want." Qiao Ruyi turned her head away with a cold tone.

"You're here, where can I go?" Ling Che smiled faintly and looked at her cold eyes. "You're still weak. I'll make you whatever you want to eat."

He used his injured hand, which was used to save Bai Yiyi, to cook for her. He really treated her equally.

A man like him, if he had a harem, would definitely be able to treat everyone equally.

Qiao Ruyi sneered in her heart and said coldly, "Put away your kindness, I don't need anything."

His face was as white as paper, but his attitude remained stubborn.

Ling Che patiently softened his tone, "Even if you're angry, you need to eat first so you have the strength."

He leaned over and ruffled her hair, "I'll do it for you."

Last time, I was angry with him because I felt weak, and eating something sweet made me feel better.

If I eat something sweet today, it might help.

Ling Che turned around and went downstairs.

Qi Jin and Qi Shui were still waiting downstairs. Seeing him coming down, Qi Jin said, "Young Master Ling, the people from Beixing Port have been taken away by the police, and a few were sent to the hospital half-dead. The people at Nanshui Wharf have been locked up as you requested."

Ling Che leaned his hands on the kitchen counter. What did he make last time? Rose, bird's nest, and milk, right?

He found the bird's nests from the cupboard without even looking up. "Give those from the police station to Director Song for his meritorious service. Don't waste medical resources on these in the hospital."

What Ling Shao meant was that they should be locked up and punished together.

Qi Jin immediately understood, "Okay, Master Ling."

He saw that Ling Che's injured right hand had been free of gauze and was being placed under the sink faucet to wash off the blood on his hand.

"Mr. Ling, your wound needs to be treated."

"I won't die." He wiped his hands casually and looked up at Qi Shui, who had kept his eyes downcast and remained silent. "Why, are you mute?"

Qi Shui and Qi Jin are brothers. Qi Jin is older. Although the two brothers do not look exactly the same, their personalities are exactly the same: calm, steady and taciturn.

Qi Shui has a scar on his left brow bone, which cuts off from his forehead to the corner of his eye. It was the scar he got when he and Ling Che had an accident four years ago and he tried to protect Ling Che.

Facing Ling Che's question, he lowered his eyes and said, "Mr. Ling, the Young Madam's matter is my fault. I shouldn't have returned from Manhe Garden."

As soon as he finished speaking, a towel was thrown from the kitchen counter and hit Qi Shui.

"Next time, you'll go back to Country Y!"

"Yes, Mr. Ling!"

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When Ling Che returned to the bedroom with the prepared sweet soup, the main light in the bedroom had been turned off, leaving only a floor lamp on.

The person on the bed has already lain down.

Listening to her unsteady breathing, Ling Che knew she was not asleep.

"Qiao Ruyi, get up and eat something."

The person on the bed didn't move, and you could tell he was still angry.

"Be good and eat before you rest."

Ling Che stood by the bed, ready to lift the quilt and pull the person out.

Qiao Ruyi pulled the quilt over and said impatiently, "I already said I don't need it!"

"I know what you're angry about." Ling Che stared at the small bulge on the bed with a deep gaze. "You're angry that I didn't save you the first time."

He lowered his eyes and explained, "I'm sorry, it's my fault, I-"

"Get out!"

Before he could finish his words, a pillow was thrown at him and hit him in the face.

Qiao Ruyi sat up from the bed, staring at him with tears in her eyes, "I've already done everything I'm sorry for, so don't say the word 'sorry'."

When Qiao Ruyi thought that her husband, her own bedmate, ran to another woman instead of her in a critical moment, she felt heartbroken.

"Ling Che." She took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to cry. "I'd rather you didn't know that Xu Heng kidnapped me than for you to know and then turn around and save Bai Yiyi."

"If I really died today from Xu Heng's revenge, would you just be glad that Bai Yiyi didn't get hurt?"

Her eyes were red, but she was trying hard not to cry, which made Ling Che feel annoyed.

She was in such a state now that she couldn't listen to his explanation at all, and she thought that he had given up on her in order to save Bai Yiyi.

"Eat first."

He chose not to provoke her and wait until she got better.

The sweet soup that was brought over was still steaming. Qiao Ruyi saw at a glance the sweet soup in the white porcelain bowl, which was rose bird's nest stewed with milk.

Bai Yiyi taught me.

"Get your stuff and get out!"

Without thinking, she raised her hand and spilled the hot soup. The steaming soup poured all over Ling Che, soaking his shoulders and chest.

Fortunately, he reacted in time and turned his head, so the water didn't splash all over his face.

The porcelain bowl fell to the ground with a crisp sound and instantly broke into pieces.

Ling Che frowned deeply, looked at her with deep eyes, and his chest heaved violently.

It was obvious from his expression that he was angry, and Qiao Ruyi understood this all too well.

It’s okay to get angry, as long as we all just go our separate ways.

Anyway, she felt terrible about this crappy day.

"The soup is spilled. I'll get another bowl." He warned in a hoarse voice, "There are pieces on the ground. Don't come down."

Qiao Ruyi thought she had misheard. She saw Ling Che got up and walked out, suppressing his anger. Not long after, he came back with another bowl and changed into a clean set of home clothes, as if nothing had happened.

Qiao Ruyi became angry and wanted to overturn the bowl, but Ling Che quickly pulled him away.

He stood by the bed, looking down at her. "You're having a tantrum, and you want me to feed you, right?"

Then he picked up the porcelain bowl, took a sip, and leaned over to press his lips against Qiao Ruyi's.