Chapter 10 Love Is a Losing Game

• Ling Yan was confined in their old house because she couldn't risk her father's safety.
• In the dark bedroom, Ling Yan was watching the rain falling in front of the French window.
• It had been rainy the whole week. Even the air was damp, giving a depressing and gloomy vibe.
• “My Lady.” Footsteps drew near and stopped not far away.
• “Why did you skip the meal again?” asked the housekeeper respectfully, but it sounded more like a complaint to Ling Yan.
• Ling Yan didn't respond.
• The housekeeper didn't leave either. After a long while, as if summoning up a great deal of courage, she continued, “Please try to eat a little next time, My Lady, or else Mr. Qiao will be angry.”
• Angry?
• Oh, right. If she died, who was going to provide Wen Runan another organ if needed? That was why he would get mad if she didn't eat anything.
• “Okay,” she answered briefly.
• The housekeeper left with the tray, leaving Ling Yan alone again.
• Ling Yan sighed.
• With one surgery, part of her body was gone, so did her love and her unborn child. Even her appetite seemed to have died away along with everything.
• Ling Yan was still very weak, feeling cold all the time and waking up from nightmares on a daily basis.
• However, she just couldn't eat. Even though she would manage to swallow the food down, she would throw up.
• Sometimes she wished to die this way.
• See, she was just a useless coward.
• The door opened, and Ling Yan knew who was coming. The man who was so familiar yet so strange to her.
• The next thing she knew, her chin was grabbed, and she was forced to turn around.
• “Leave me alone!” She struggled to free herself, but in vain.
• “Are you having fun with your hunger strike?” sneered Qiao Yunmo..
• What followed was a slap on her face, which greatly terrified her.
• “Qiao Yunmo, I'm not that cheap. I can't smile at you like before after everything. I just can't.” She looked away, trying hard to avoid direct eye contact with him..
• “You are not that cheap?” Qiao Yunmo laughed. “Or maybe the truth is that your smile is saved for other men?”
• “What are you implying?” Ling Yan was furious.
• “You don't know whom I'm talking about?” Qiao Yunmo let go of her, and then looked at her in a condescending way. “Jing Haozhi, for sure. Where's your pride as the eldest daughter of the Ling Family? Guess what your father would say if he knew about your affair with Jing Haozhi?”
• “Don't get my father involved in this!” Ling Yan was infuriated, with fists clenched.
• She suddenly felt so pathetic and ridiculous about herself.
• Was she blind or dumb? She had been so sure that Qiao Yunmo had been the love of her life.
• “Let's get a divorce,” said Ling Yan.
• She thought she would never bring up this word.
• “Qiao Yunmo, let's get a divorce.” She took a deep breath. “Now that you hate me so much, maybe it is best if we part our ways right here and now. Wen Runan would be happy as well.”
• No response was heard for a while. Ling Yan looked up and met his deep eyes.
• “No way...”