Reborn into Young Master Huo’s Little Fairy

Li Yanchen walked to the door of Ye Qingyu's ward, leaning against the wall with Chang Qingjun's body, daring not to enter.

After standing for a long time, he glanced in through the window.

Ye Qingyu was leaning against the head of the bed, slender and pale.

Li Yanchen's slender hand shook the doorknob. It was a simple gesture, but he seemed to have exhausted his strength.

Hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, Ye Qingyu on the hospital bed looked at him.

A man who has always been refined and meticulous, with red blood in his eyes that cannot be ignored, stubble appeared on his chin, looking extremely haggard.

The moment he met her eyes, an obscure light flashed across his eyes.

Ye Qingyu quickly looked away, her bloodless face stretched tight.

Li Yanchen walked up to Ye Qingyu, his handsome face looked gloomy and cold in the light.

Ye Qingyu noticed his hands trembling slightly.

She sneered in her heart, even if Tai Shan collapsed before the man who could not change her face, she knew she was afraid?

It's really strange!

The ward was quite quiet, so Li Yanchen's heavy breathing was unusually clear.

He stood by the hospital 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 couldn't say it.

A faint sarcasm appeared between Ye Qingyu's eyebrows and eyes.

I don't know how long it took, Ye Qingyu broke the silence first, "What's wrong, Mr. Li, you seem to have something to tell me."

Li Yanchen's lips were pressed tightly, and there was barely a trace of blood, which was extremely white.

I don't know how long it took before he spoke, his voice was so dumb, "Qingyu, the child is gone."

Ye Qingyu raised her head steeply and looked towards Li Yanchen. The man's cold and gloomy eyes were looking at her. Ye Qingyu couldn't understand or didn't want to understand the emotions surging out of it.

Her eye sockets contracted violently first, and then flushed, with crystal tears circling around in her eye sockets.

Her lips pressed tightly, and she kept shaking, "You...what did you say?"

Her voice was very dumb and her emotions were getting out of control.

"Are you lying to me?"

Seeing that she was about to lift the quilt up, Li Yanchen pressed her slender shoulder, "Qingyu, I know you are in a bad mood now, you..."

Before he finished speaking, she waved his hands vigorously.

Tears, like broken thread pearls, fell one by one from her eyes.

She clenched her teeth, but she was too sad, her teeth couldn't close together, and her lips trembled badly.

She cried so much that her heart broke.

Li Yanchen tried to touch her several times, but only half of his hand stretched out and then retracted.

He also hopes that this is just a nightmare!

After waking up from the dream and the child is still there, everything can return to the original appearance!

I don’t know how long it took, Ye Qingyu slowly raised her head, her pale face was full of tears, she looked at Li Yanchen bitterly, "The child is gone, are you still not willing to let me go? You want to keep me locked up? Are you there?"

"Li Yanchen, will you let me go if I die?"

Without waiting for him to say anything, she suddenly took out a fruit knife from the drawer of the bedside table, "If you want my life, I will give you now—"

Almost the moment Ye Qingyu took out the fruit knife, Li Yanchen's big slender hand stretched out and held it firmly on the tip of the knife.

His hand was cut, and he didn't seem to feel the pain, leaving the scarlet liquid to slip off the blade.

Her face was twisted, her eyes filled with monstrous hatred. Seeing her eyes, Li Yanchen's body froze fiercely, and his blood seemed to be solidified into ice.

Tick, tick, blood dripped down the blade to the floor.

Ye Qingyu's pupils contracted slightly, "Li Yanchen, are we getting divorced?"

I don't know how long it took, just when Ye Qingyu thought he would still refuse, a low and hoarse voice seemed to come from a distant place, "Okay."

...

a week later.

Ye Qingyu was discharged from the hospital. She was wearing a simple white shirt, nine-point wide-leg pants, brown curly hair tied into a ponytail, no powder on her face, and a little paleness on her face.

Wen Ruan sent her to the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Li Yanchen arrived before her, standing on the steps with a long body, Qingjun with one hand in his trouser pocket, Qingjun's face indifferent.

The divorce procedures went well, and within a few minutes, the two had an extra red book in their hands.

The two came out of the Civil Affairs Bureau one after another.

Li Yanchen looked at Ye Qingyu, who didn't look at him from beginning to end, but wanted to quickly draw a line with him. He frowned slightly, "Qinyu, you wait."

Ye Qingyu turned her head to look at the man who strode towards her, and slightly twisted her brows, "Mr. Li, please call me Miss Ye in the future."

The phoenix eyes under Li Yanchen's lens were in a trance.

He took out a check and handed it to Ye Qingyu, "Well, accept it!"

Ye Qingyu glanced at the check, and he gave a large amount.

She pursed her lips and didn't stretch out her hand. "Li Yanchen, I don't want to have anything to do with you. I won't ask for a cent for your money!"

Without waiting for what Li Yanchen said, Ye Qingyu turned and left.

She got into Wen Ruan's car without looking back.

Li Yanchen looked at the direction where the car disappeared, his thin lips pressed tightly into a straight line.

...

That afternoon.

Wen Ruan drove Ye Qingyu back to Yuncheng.

When he arrived at Ye's house in Yuncheng, Ye Qingyu went straight to the bedroom upstairs.

"Mom, how about little shell?"

When Ye Qingyu was pregnant, she went to play on the beach once. When she picked up a shell, the child in her belly kept kicking her. She touched her belly and asked if she liked shells. She kicked her twice.

At that time, she leaned in Li Yanchen's arms and said that regardless of whether she was born a child or a daughter, she named Xiao Shell.

Little Shell was not dead. Ye Qingyu knew that Li Yanchen would not give her child custody rights, so she asked Wen Ruan to help her cross the sea.

Wen Ruan found Sam and asked him to greet the doctor in charge of Xiao Shell, and sealed the acupuncture points and positions, causing the illusion of stopping breathing. Only then was it possible to hide from Li Yanchen and let Wen Ruan take the little shell away.

"After taking Xiao Ruan Kai's medicine, Xiao Shell looks much better after taking it in the past two days, and the milk is delicious."

After Ye's father surrendered, Ye mother was depressed for a few days, but looking at her daughter and little grandson, she had to cheer up again.

Ye Qingyu hugged the little shell into his arms, his eyes flushed.

Although the marriage with Li Yanchen was scarred, but fortunately, she still had a small shell.

The newborn child was asleep most of the time. After the little shell was held in Ye Qingyu's arms, she soon fell asleep.

Mother Ye looked at Ye Qingyu, who was thin and pale, and said distressedly, "I haven't been able to sit in the confinement, so don't let the root cause of the disease."

"Auntie, I will prescribe medicine to let Yu'er take care of it, but the confinement still has to be completed." Wen Ruan said.

Ye Mu nodded, "Thank you, Xiao Ruan."