Chapter 11 You are too kind

Once Lu Lingche finished talking, he hung up the phone immediately.

Qiao Yin sat there, her hand clutching the mobile slowly falling lax.

She started laughing through her tears. Going to the hospital, her main task was to apologize to Lan Yuyi. The divorce was merely a secondary matter.

To her, divorce was monumental, yet to Lu Lingche, it was insignificant.

Thirty minutes later, Qiao Yin arrived at the hospital.

No matter how it was put, Lan Yuyi's miscarriage had a direct connection to her, so she indeed needed to apologize - after all, it involved a loss of life.

Divorce was also inevitable; ending things sooner with Lu Lingche would in a way be a relief for her.

In the ward.

Lan Yuyi was lying in bed, pale as a sheet, with Lu Lingche keeping her company by her side. There was also a middle-aged woman, dressed richly, seated nearby.

Qiao Yin recognized her, she was Lan Yuyi's mother, Wen Bilan.

The moment Wen Bilan saw Qiao Yin enter, she stormed over, "Qiao Yin, did you intend to kill my daughter, and the child in her stomach! How can you be so cruel, I will take you on!"

As she was speaking, she raised her hand to slap Qiao Yin across the face.

Before Qiao Yin could react, Lu Lingche stepped in front of her.

He grabbed Wen Bilan's wrist and pushed her back, "Mrs. Lan, please calm down."

Qiao Yin looked at the tall, imposing figure shielding her, then averted her gaze.

She'd thought that after his fierce roar over the phone, he would scold her once he arrived. She didn't expect him to protect her, it was a surprise.

However, she wouldn't indulge in wishful thinking that Lu Lingche liked her. He was doing it for his own dignity; after all, they hadn't divorced yet, and having his wife publicly slapped would tarnish his reputation.

Seeing that she had been stopped, Wen Bilan immediately started crying out, "Lingche, how can you still protect this cruel woman? She almost killed Yuyi, she almost caused Yuyi's child to die, can't I even discipline her a little bit? My poor daughter!"

Qiao Yin quickly caught the key words and asked, slightly taken aback, "President Lu, didn't you say that she had a miscarriage?"

Lu Lingche glanced at her, and replied flatly, "It was saved."

Wen Bilan continued crying, "Qiao Yin, what do you mean by this? Were you really hoping for my daughter to miscarry? Your heart is too dark. Thanks to the fact that our Lan family owns a hospital, we got the best doctor and barely managed to save this child. Otherwise, your sinister plan would have succeeded!"

Lan Yuyi struggled to sit up, her voice feeble, "Mom, Lingche, don't blame Miss Qiao. She only made a cup of tea for me, she was just trying to be nice to me."

She never mentioned the fact that Qiao Yin had vomited on her. Instead, she stood up for Qiao Yin. Her demure and gentle manner made it easy for people to like her.

But Wen Bilan looked as if she was disappointed in Lan Yuyi, "She could have good intentions? Pregnant women are not supposed to drink tea. She was clearly trying to cause you to miscarry. She even deliberately disgusted you by vomiting all over you. When have you ever been humiliated like this? Yuyi, you are too kind and naive, always seeing the best in people. You will be taken advantage of because of your kindness!"

Qiao Yin stepped out from behind Lu Lingche and looked directly at Lan Yuyi, "Miss Lan, why didn't you tell them it was you who insisted that I make tea for you? If I didn't make tea for you, you wouldn't have let me leave."

Lan Yuyi looked blankly confused, "Miss Qiao, what are you talking about? Wasn't it you who insisted on making tea for me?"