Chapter 492: Divorce
Reborn into Young Master Huo's Little Fairy
Li Yanchen walked to the door of Ye Qingyuâs ward. His tall and handsome body leaned against the wall, not daring to enter.
After standing there for a long time, he looked inside through the window.
Ye Qingyu leaned against the headboard. She was thin and pale.
Li Yanchenâs slender hand grabbed the doorknob. It was a simple action, but he seemed to have used up all his strength.
Ye Qingyu, who was lying on the bed, looked at him when she heard the door being pushed open.
The man, who had always been exquisite and meticulous, had bloodshot eyes that could not be ignored. There was stubble on his chin, and he looked extremely haggard.
The moment his eyes met hers, an obscure light flashed across his eyes.
Ye Qingyu quickly averted her gaze, her pale little face tensed up.
Li Yanchen walked up to Ye Qingyu with heavy steps. His handsome and refined face looked dark and cold under the light.
Ye Qingyu noticed that his hands were trembling slightly.
She sneered in her heart. A man who could remain calm even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, did he know fear?
It was really rare!
The ward was rather quiet, so Li Yanchenâs heavy breathing was unusually clear.
He stood by the bed and did not speak for a long time.
Ye Qingyu looked at him impatiently. His thin lips moved as if he had something to say to her, but he could not say it.
A hint of mockery appeared in Ye Qingyuâs eyes.
After some time, Ye Qingyu broke the silence.â Whatâs wrong, Mr. Li? You seem to have something to say to me.ââ
Li Yanchenâs lips were tightly pursed, and there was almost no trace of blood in them.
After a long while, he finally spoke in a hoarse voice,â Qingyu, the child is gone.â
Ye Qingyu suddenly raised her head and looked at Li Yanchen. The manâs cold and deep eyes were looking at her. Ye Qingyu couldnât understand the emotions surging out of them, and she didnât want to.
Her eyes contracted violently at first, then turned red. Crystal tears swirled in her eyes.
Her tightly pursed lips trembled non-stop.â Youâ¦â What did you say?â
Her voice was hoarse and she was losing control of her emotions.
âAre you lying to me?â
Li Yanchen saw that she was about to lift the blanket and get up. He held her slender shoulders and said,â Qingyu, I know youâre not feeling well right now, youâ¦â
Before he could finish his sentence, she forcefully pushed his hands away.
Tears fell from her eyes like pearls.
She clenched her teeth tightly, but she was too sad to close them, and her lips trembled violently.
She cried her heart out.
Li Yanchen wanted to touch her a few times, but he only reached out half of his hand before retracting it.
He also hoped that this was just a nightmare!
When she woke up, the child was still there, and everything could return to how it was before!
After an unknown period of time, Ye Qingyu slowly raised her head. Her pale face was covered in tears. She glared at Li Yanchen hatefully.â The child is gone. Are you still unwilling to let me go? Do you still want to imprison me?â
âLi Yanchen, are you going to let me go only after I die?â
Without waiting for him to say anything, she suddenly took out a fruit knife from the drawer of the bedside table.â If you want my life, Iâll give it to you now.â
The moment Ye Qingyu took out the fruit knife, Li Yanchenâs long and slender hand reached over and gripped the tip of the knife tightly.
His hand was cut, but he didnât seem to feel any pain. He let the scarlet liquid slide down the blade.
Her face was twisted, and her eyes were filled with hatred. Seeing her gaze, Li Yanchenâs body stiffened, and the blood in his body seemed to freeze into ice.
Drip, drip, drip. Blood flowed along the blade and dripped onto the floor.
Ye Qingyuâs pupils constricted slightly.â Li Yanchen, can we get a divorce?ââ
After an unknown amount of time, just as Ye Qingyu thought that he would still reject her, a low and hoarse voice seemed to come from afar.â Alright.ââ
A week later.
Ye Qingyu was discharged from the hospital. She was wearing a simple white shirt and wide-legged pants. Her brown curly hair was tied into a ponytail. She had no makeup on her face and looked a little pale.
Wen Ruan sent her to the Civil Affairs Bureau.
Li Yanchen arrived before her. His tall and handsome figure stood on the steps with one hand in his pocket, his handsome face indifferent.
The divorce procedures went smoothly. In less than a few minutes, a red booklet appeared in their hands.
The two of them left the Civil Affairs Bureau one after the other.
Li Yanchen looked at Ye Qingyu, who had not looked at him since the beginning and only wanted to draw a line between them as soon as possible. He frowned slightly.â Qingyu, wait a moment.ââ
Ye Qingyu turned around and looked at the man who was striding towards her. She frowned slightly.â Mr. Li, please call me Miss Ye from now on.ââ
Li Yanchenâs phoenix eyes under his glasses were dazed for a moment.
He took out a check and handed it to Ye Qingyu.â Take this!â
Ye Qingyu glanced at the check. The amount he gave was very large.
She pursed her lips and did not reach out.â Li Yanchen, I donât want to have anything to do with you anymore. I wonât take a single cent of your money!â
Without waiting for Li Yanchen to say anything, Ye Qingyu turned around and left.
She got into Wen Ruanâs car without turning back to look.
Li Yanchen looked in the direction where the car had disappeared, his thin lips pursed into a straight line.
That afternoon.
Wen Ruan drove Ye Qingyu back to Yun Cheng.
When they arrived at the Ye familyâs residence in Yun Cheng, Ye Qingyu went straight to the bedroom upstairs.
âMom, how is Little Shell?â
When Ye Qingyu was pregnant, she had once gone to the beach to play. When she picked up a shell, the child in her stomach kept kicking her. She touched her stomach and asked her if she liked shells, and she kicked her hard.
At that time, she had leaned into Li Yanchenâs arms and said that regardless of whether she gave birth to a son or a daughter, she would name them Little Seashell.
The little shell was not dead. Ye Qingyu knew that Li Yanchen would not give her custody of the child, so she asked Wen Ruan to help her hide it.
Wen Ruan found Sam and asked him to inform the doctor in charge of the little shell. He sealed the acupoints and position, creating the illusion that he had stopped breathing. That was how she could hide it from Li Yanchen and let Wen Ruan take the little shell away.
âAfter taking Xiao Ruanâs medicine, Little Seashellâs complexion looks much better these past two days. Heâs also enjoying the milk.â
After Father Ye turned himself in, Mother Ye was depressed for a few days. However, when she saw her daughter and grandson, she had no choice but to pull herself together.
Ye Qingyu held the little shell in her arms, and her eyes could not help but turn red.
Although her marriage with Li Yanchen was scarred, she still had her little shell.
Newborn children spent most of their time sleeping. After the little shell was carried into Ye Qingyuâs arms, it quickly fell asleep.
Mrs. Ye looked at the thin and pale Ye Qingyu. Her heart ached as she said,â You didnât get to sit properly during the confinement period. Donât let your illness take root.ââ
âAuntie, Iâll prescribe medicine for Yu âer to recuperate well, but she still has to finish her confinement.âWen Ruan said.
Mrs. Ye nodded.â Sorry to trouble you, Xiao Ruan.ââ