C7

After leaving the hospital, Qiao Xia was so thin that only his bones remained.

In the morning, she went to the law firm alone, commissioned the divorce agreement, and delivered it to Liang Zhendong. In the afternoon, she wanted to go back to the villa to pack her things and leave that place that didn't belong to her.

The previously empty villa suddenly became lively. Qiao Xia stood in the living room and looked at the servants entering. He asked in puzzlement, "Who are you?"

A servant recognized Qiao Xia and answered truthfully, "Miss Qiao, two days ago, Miss He moved over. We were sent by Mister Liang to serve us."

Qiao Xia frowned as he thought mockingly to himself. He had not even gotten a divorce, yet He Yanqing was already on the list. She was indeed just like two years ago; she had quite a few tricks up her sleeve.

However, right now, Qiao Xia already didn't care that much. With regards to this ridiculous marriage, they had buried it together from the moment the child died.

She gathered her emotions and walked up to the second floor. Although there was nothing here that belonged to her, Qiao Xia still had to take away some of the necessary documents.

Passing by the study, the door was ajar. He Yanqing's voice came from inside, stopping Qiao Xia in his tracks.

He Yanqing did not expect Qiao Xia to suddenly return.

She stood in front of her desk, happily admiring the fingernails she had just made, holding the phone as she smiled and said, "Rest assured, Liang Zhendong doesn't have any ability to resist me at all. Even after two years have passed, he is still tightly grasped by me.

Qiao Xia's heart shuddered and his body started to tremble as well. He could only reach out and support the door frame to stabilize himself. He did not expect He Yanqing's return this time for such a terrible reason.

He Sanqing adjusted her posture and leaned against the desk with a proud smile on her face. She completely did not notice Qiao Xia who was standing at the doorway. She continued, "When Liang Zhendong marries that woman, I will be able to stay by his side. At that time, it will just be an account. I believe that I can easily obtain it."

After hearing this sentence, Qiao Xia felt a chill run down his spine and his entire body began to tremble uncontrollably. She subconsciously retreated and accidentally kicked the flower pot on the corridor, letting out a crisp sound.

He Yanqing was also taken aback. She hung up the phone in a hurry and rushed out of the study room as soon as she opened the door.

When she saw Qiao Xia standing at the door, the smile on his face disappeared and was replaced with an abnormally angry expression.

"Why are you back? How long have you been standing here? What did you hear?"

Qiao Xia held onto the wall as he looked at He Yanqing in astonishment. She had always known He Sanqing was smart, but she had never thought that this woman had become so unbearable.

Qiao Xia coldly snorted and somewhat disdainfully said, "What I should have heard, what I shouldn't have heard, I already know."

He Sanqing's expression was ugly, but she did not show any signs of panic.

Qiao Xia sorted out his emotions and questioned, "He Yanqing, don't even think about succeeding. I will definitely tell Liang Zhendong everything."

Initially, he had thought that Qiao Xia would lose his head over this matter. However, when Qiao Xia finished his sentence, he was met with a chuckle from He Yanqing.

She crossed her arms in front of her chest and arrogantly said, "Qiao Xia, you seem to be overestimating yourself. Do you think that Liang Zhendong will believe what you just said?"

"You …"

Qiao Xia was speechless, and his heart was extremely cold.

Right, how could Liang Zhendong believe her words? He had only He Yanqing in his eyes and in his heart. It was the same in the past, but now, it was the same. No matter how much heartfelt Qiao Xia was, he would just ignore them.

While Qiao Xia was still in a daze, He Xianqing heard the sound of the door opening downstairs, as well as the familiar sound of footsteps. Without much hesitation, she sat on the ground and slapped herself hard at the same time.

In just a few seconds, a clear handprint had appeared on He Sanqing's face. She had spared no effort in dealing with Qiao Xia.