His Lingling Was Still Actually Wu Zihao's Xiao Ling
Qiao Gen helped the drunk Jin Qingling walk to his home, who kept stumbling all the way. He was supporting her by her waist, and one of her arms was wrapped around his neck, pulling him down by her weight, but he managed to stand tall.
When they finally reached his place, which was an apartment provided to him by the company he worked for, he helped her settle in the guest room and retired to his room for the night.
The image of that vulnerable and heartbroken Jin Qingling was imprinted on his heart forever. He remembered how she kept murmuring Wu Ziaho's name all night and expressed her desire to keep their baby. He had heard it when he had gone to her room to check up on her during the middle of the night, to make sure she was fine.
"Gen, why did he come back?" The muffled question from Jin Qingling brought Qiao Gen back to the present. "He was the one who sent me away. He didn't want me, he didn't want our daughter, so now why?"