Chapter 47

When they first divorced, they agreed on 'Divorce Not Leaving Home', so the divorce naturally couldn't be told to others; this morning Su Ruoyun could mention his divorce, so He Jingrong must have told her.

Hezhiyun absentmindedly gave a soft 'hmm', eyes downcast, fingers lightly tapping the phone screen.

Qi Zhiwen furrowed his brow, turned his head, and blurted: 'Wasn't it agreed—— not to tell family?'

Hearing him speak, Hezhiyun turned his phone screen black, casually tossed it onto the round table, voice tinged with mockery, and cut him off directly: 'How come, Lawyer Qi, you're still afraid of losing face over divorce?'

Actually, Hezhiyun didn't proactively tell He Jingrong; one day, Hezhiyun had He Jingrong go to her place to fetch a document, and she happened to see a divorce certificate lying in the drawer.

You——

She continued: 'Besides, I haven't settled scores with you yet; using my name, you had Jingrong invite Ruoyun out—what exactly did you do?'

Upon mentioning this, Qi Zhiwen instantly deflated, feeling a bit guilty, leaned back against the chair, his voice losing strength: 'I didn't know her identity; I thought Old Three wanted to keep/support her.'

Having known each other for years and gone through three years of marriage, Hezhiyun knew Qi Zhiwen's temperament like the back of her hand; combining what he'd said during the meal, she lifted her wine glass, paused, and said: 'So you took a check to Chaguan?'

Qi Zhiwen weakly squeezed out a 'hmm' from his throat, lifted his hand to twist open the bottled water cap and gulped several mouthfuls; the cool water slid down his throat, suppressing the spiciness in his mouth and the surging alcohol in his stomach.

Hezhiyun's lips curled slightly, she snorted coldly: 'Qi Zhiwen, you're really something.'

Then she raised her hand, elegantly bringing the wine glass to her lips, took a small sip, and commented: 'In the end, today's incident is your own doing; even if Ruoyun isn't from the Su family, you can't insult people with a check—when will you ever rid yourself of that ingrained arrogance...'

Only Hezhiyun's soft voice lingered in the private room, yet Qi Zhiwen never responded.

Hezhiyun sensed something off, instinctively turned her head, and saw Qi Zhiwen's bloodless face; his left hand clenched a fist against his lips, knuckles whitened as if desperately suppressing something, while his right hand gripped the water bottle, already twisted out of shape.

She furrowed her brows and probed: 'You... okay, Qi Zhiwen?'

Qi Zhiwen waved at her, indicating he was fine, but the next second he could no longer hold back; his stomach churned, the alcohol surged up, mixed with a trace of blood, and the sharp smell of liquor instantly filled the private room.

……

Elsewhere.

...... 'You and Huo Jingcheng aren't dating?' After the whole night, He Jingrong was still dazed.

Su Ruoyun placed both hands on He Jingrong's cheeks, gave a light pinch, and her small lips instantly puffed into an adorable fish mouth: 'Baobei, when did I ever say that?'

Mmmmmmm~ (I thought your two families were preparing a marriage alliance.)

Interest-driven unions often hide ulterior motives; before the matter is set in stone, news never leaks easily—let alone when it involves the aristocratic families spanning military, political, and business circles.

Su Ruoyun brushed it off lightly: 'No, you're overthinking.'

To divert He Jingrong's attention and stop her from dwelling on this, Su Ruoyun deliberately changed the subject: 'Have you and your boyfriend made up?'

Sure enough, He Jingrong instantly forgot her earlier words, successfully diverted, and replied: 'Pretty much.'

'Why did you break up last time?' Su Ruoyun also wondered a little.

He Jingrong frowned slightly, speaking softly: 'He said I was getting too close to Li Li's cousin.'

Li Li's cousin?

Su Ruoyun's eyes flickered: 'What do you say then?'

He Jingrong shook her head: 'I said the little cousin just asked me to draw a portrait of him.'

Seeing this, Su Ruoyun shook her head helplessly, a wry smile tugging at her lips—an older man fears losing to a Little Puppy in love, yet this girl hasn't even noticed.

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Zongyiyuan Jiji Lou

Hezhiyun held a stack of lists, placed them on the bedside table, and said: 'I've already paid the medical fees; remember to transfer the money back to me later—it's getting late, I'm leaving now; you get someone to keep you company.'

Qi Zhiwen was diagnosed with gastric bleeding; the doctor prescribed hemostatic drugs and arranged several bottles of IV fluids for treatment.

He still wore a shirt and trousers, his suit jacket draped over the bed's rail, half-reclined on the hospital bed, the blanket covering his lower half.

Hearing Hezhiyun's words, he lifted a hand to press his stomach, brows furrowed, face growing paler from discomfort: 'You're not going to stay and keep me company?'

Upon learning Qi Zhiwen's identity, even getting an IV placed him in a VIP Single Room; the nurse had already left after inserting the needle, no one else around, and Hezhiyun spoke bluntly without reservation: 'Do I still need to remind you? We divorced two years ago; I brought you to the hospital merely out of humanitarian concern—what else... are you still thinking about?'

Qi Zhiwen eyed her icy demeanor and threw another question: 'You had lunch again with that Pretty Boy today?'

Originally tonight Qi Zhiwen hadn't planned to invite Hezhiyun to dinner, not wanting her to see him apologizing, but he happened to spot her with that Pretty Boy at the hotel entrance, a nameless anger flared, and he impulsively messaged Hezhiyun.

'What Pretty Boy? He's my senior and also your college classmate.'

Seeing Hezhiyun speak up for that Pretty Boy, Qi Zhiwen grew even more annoyed, his stomach twinging faintly, and he snapped resentfully: 'Who acts like a classmate like that, constantly eyeing someone else's wife?'

Hezhiyun couldn't be bothered to glance at him again, she shook a few pills from the bottle onto the medicine box, poured a cup of warm water, and said expressionlessly: 'Take them yourself; I'm leaving.'

'Honey—' Qi Zhiwen lunged to grab Hezhiyun, but his hand grasped nothing as he watched her walk out of the ward without looking back, leaving him feeling empty.

Failing to stop her, he flung himself onto the bed in utter despair, covered his eyes with his arm, trying to numb himself, but ultimately couldn't deceive his heart and couldn't help but make a sound.

Half a second later, a nurse entered the ward, wearing a professional smile, her tone tinged with respect: 'Mr. Qi, it's already ten p. m.; please don't shout, it will disturb other patients.'

"......" Qi Zhiwen.

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