Divorced, still making trouble?

Qiu Ye was awakened from his dream by the numbness and dull pain in his arm. He frowned and opened his eyes. It took him a while to wake up from the hangover, and then he felt the warm breath of another person. is sweeping over his shoulders.

Qiu Ye's expression turned cold, and while lowering his eyes, he stretched out his hand and lifted the person in his arms, then sat up, frowning in disgust as if he had touched something dirty.

But then his gaze paused slightly - a piece of blood-stained gauze fell by the pillow.

Qiu Ye picked it up and looked at it, then looked at Ji Mingzhe in a blink of an eye.

However, he pushed the other party from lying on his side to lying on his back, and he couldn't see how the injury to the back of his head was at this moment.

Qiu Ye pursed his lower lip. He was out of control when he was furious last night. He didn't know that Ji Mingzhe's head was broken by that blow.

The eyes that would be disgusting to even glance at them on weekdays couldn't help staying on the other party's face for an extra moment.

Ji Mingzhe didn't wake up right after him as usual, he must be uncomfortable, his brows were slightly frowned.

Qiu Ye thought about it for a while, Ji Mingzhe's breath on his skin just now was indeed a little hot, and the other's face was also flushing abnormally at this moment.

It seems that this person should have a fever.

Thinking coldly, he got out of bed to run water in the bathroom, and took a shower by the way.

After he came out, Qiu Ye ignored Ji Mingzhe and went straight to change into his sports clothes for a morning run. He was so hungover that he couldn't get up, and the five kilometers took twice as long as usual.

When he came back, the nanny had already prepared breakfast and it was in the incubator. Qiu Ye ate two slices of bread and a bowl of porridge, and then went upstairs.

Ji Mingzhe was still sleeping, probably because the wound on the back of his head made him feel uncomfortable, and now he changed to lying on his side again.

There was a bloodstain on the snow-white pillow.

Qiu Ye stared at Ji Mingzhe's face.

Since the death of his parents, Ji Mingzhe no longer pretended to be obedient in front of others, and his paranoid and sinister nature was fully exposed. In the past two years, the needle-like indifference between his eyebrows and eyes has become sharper and clearer, but when he fell asleep, The long eyelashes covered the eyelids, showing a sense of fragility unexpectedly.

Qiu Ye's heart soaked in hatred suddenly felt a little strange. He couldn't help but want to reach out and touch Ji Mingzhe's forehead.

In fact, if nothing happened later, and Ji Mingzhe designed him, forced him to marry, and ruined his happiness, maybe after a year or two, he would let go of his grudges and anger and accept Ji Mingzhe.

But because of this person, their family suffered an unreasonable disaster, and the originally happy family fell apart overnight.

Qiu Ye remembered that after he married Ji Mingzhe, he was so angry that he returned to school the next day, and he did not return home for nearly a year.

His mother could not persuade him to return, so he could only contact him by phone. It was one morning after autumn, his mother told him that Ji Mingzhe had found his biological father, and he might go home.

Qiu Ye said at the time, "That's just right, tell him to go back and never come back."

But not long after, my mother told Qiu Ye on the phone that Ji Mingzhe's biological father didn't seem to have a very good character, and he didn't seem to want to recognize Ji Mingzhe. When Ji Mingzhe went to find him for the first time, he was beaten and kicked out.

After all, Ji Mingzhe is married, and it's not good for parents to directly intervene in their children's private affairs. They want Qiu Ye to communicate with Ji Mingzhe and ask him what he thinks about his biological father.

However, Qiu Ye was annoyed when he heard Ji Mingzhe's name, how could he talk to him properly?

Later, it was Qiu Ye's parents who told Ji Mingzhe personally, "If that person is not good, we will not recognize him. We have always treated you as our own child, and we will live a good life as a family in the future."

But for some reason, Ji Mingzhe was very obsessed with the matter of recognizing his ancestor and returning to his clan. He searched for his biological father twice, but the results were not satisfactory.

During that time, Qiu Ye often heard his mother talking on the phone. While they were worried about Ji Mingzhe, they also felt that Ji Mingzhe's biological father was too shameful.

At that time, the kind parents had no idea that the scythe of death had quietly descended on their heads.

Ji Mingzhe's biological father is Ji Haodong.

At that time, Ji Mingzhe was not recognized by Ji Haodong, but his identity as the other party's son was already known by many people, including Ji Haodong's enemies.

Ji Haodong is powerful and his whereabouts are erratic, and those who have enemies with him dare not go to him. Hearing that he has a son outside, they want to take revenge on Ji Mingzhe to vent their anger.

The Qiu family where Ji Mingzhe stayed was innocently implicated.

When his parents were murdered and passed away, Qiu Ye was still sleeping beautifully in the dormitory. When he came back after hearing the bad news, their small villa was burnt to black, and the charred corpse of his parents had just been put into a body bag by the forensic doctor , the only remaining brother was rescued in the hospital.

The family was ruined overnight.

Qiu Ye didn't know how he survived those days. He hunted down the murderer like crazy, and spent day and night in the police station and hospital. His eyes were red and he described it like a ghost.

But at this time, someone actually threw stones into the well, and what's even more ridiculous was that the person who lifted the stone was Ji Mingzhe.

Ji Haodong suddenly recognized Ji Mingzhe.

During the days when the Qiu family was in turmoil and Qiu Ye didn't care about it, Ji's father and son conspired to take the Qiu family from him.

These pasts, every time I dream back at midnight, are like bloody whips whipped on Qiu Ye's face, and they never remind him of what kind of disaster he has brought to the family.

But when I was 16 years old, I reached out with good intentions, but it ended up like this.

If time could come back again, Qiu Ye thought, he would definitely not spam kindness again.

Recalling these, Qiu Ye's outstretched hand hovered in the air for a moment, and then retracted it expressionlessly.

Forget it, he thought, what does it matter to me whether this person is dead or alive?