Pregnant and Divorced by My Disabled Husband

Ye Qingqing cried out with grievance, "Sister, I know you were very angry with me for stealing Youting five years ago. If you really like him, I can give him up for you. Why are you doing this to me?"

Jian Si furrowed her brows, feeling that this scene was somewhat familiar.

It was like the plot of a villainess in a TV drama, where she directs and performs a scene to frame the heroine.

It wasn't until she heard Lu Youting's voice from behind her that she confirmed she wasn't mistaken; she really was being framed by Ye Qingqing.

"What happened?"

Lu Youting walked over from behind Jian Si, bent down to help Ye Qingqing up from the ground, his whole being seemed to be enveloped in a layer of frost, cold air pouring out wildly.

Ye Qingqing feigned a hiss, deliberately retracting her hand, and successfully made Lu Youting see the injury on her palm.

Lu Youting's brows knitted into a stern "Sichuan" character: "Are you hurt?"

Ye Qingqing shrank fearfully into Lu Youting's embrace, tears falling down like pearls.

"Youting, don't blame Sisi, she just loves you too much. It's because she lost her temper that she did something so excessive. She didn't mean it."

This acting, Jian Si swore, was truly better than many professional actors nowadays.

She was the epitome of an innocent white rabbit that had been wronged, while Jian Si was the big bad wolf that wanted to devour her.

Lu Youting raised an eyebrow, looked at Jian Si, and asked teasingly, "So, you love me too much?"

Jian Si laughed at herself.

Five years ago, everyone knew she loved him.

Loved him to the point of having neither dignity nor self.

Yet he still doubted her feelings for him today.

Quite ridiculous.

Jian Si did not respond to her question, but coldly turned to Ye Qingqing: "You just said, if I really liked him, you would let him go for me?"

Ye Qingqing couldn't grasp the meaning behind her words, but she had already spoken, and there was no turning back now, so she could only nod stiffly.

"If Sisi likes him, I would even give up my life."

In other words, Lu Youting was her life. If you really liked him, then take him away!

If Jian Si really took him, it would be disregarding sisterly affection.

If she didn't take him, then she would just be making trouble for the sake of it.

Either choice would mean victory for Ye Qingqing in this game.

Jian Si didn't take her bait and decisively said: "Since you've agreed, then break off your engagement with him, and we'll pick a good day soon to remarry. It just so happens our family of three can reunite."

Ye Qingqing had not expected her to really go through with it and froze, forgetting how to react for a moment.

Lu Youting's normally calm heart seemed to have been severely struck, shuddering fiercely, giving rise to an indescribable feeling.

Jian Si had long known she was just acting and wouldn't really give Lu Youting up. She tugged at the corner of her mouth and said sarcastically, "Five years later, and you're still as hypocritical as ever."

Having said that, she opened the car door, ready to leave.

But the frustration in her heart wouldn't subside.

Since she had already been accused of a groundless crime, if she didn't do something about it, it would be a disgrace to the accusation!

With that thought, she suddenly turned around, raised her hand, and gave Ye Qingqing two fierce slaps before pushing her forcefully backward.

Her actions were so fast and sudden that neither Lu Youting nor Ye Qingqing could react in time.

By the time they came to their senses, Ye Qingqing had already been pushed to the ground.

Jian Si dusted off her hands, proudly saying, "I'm not one to suffer losses. Since you framed me for pushing you, then I might as well push you for real. At least now I won't be taking the loss."

After speaking, she opened the car door, bent down to get into the car, and then honked the horn frantically.

Her eardrums were almost shattered by the sound of the horn.

Lu Youting helped Ye Qingqing up from the ground and moved to the side.

Jian Si turned the steering wheel a few times, skillfully maneuvered the car out of the parking space, stepped on the gas, and drove off into the distance.

Ye Qingqing felt like she was going to explode with rage.

Her hand hurt, her face hurt, her buttocks hurt, everything hurt.

She had not expected that after five years of not seeing her, the Jian Si whom she used to bully had completely changed into someone incredibly sharp-tongued and now even dared to lay a hand on her.

Today was truly a case of stealing chickens without managing to lose the rice.

Lu Youting watched the direction Jian Si had driven off in, feeling dazed for a moment, hardly believing that the small wild cat that bared its fangs at him just now was his former wife, who used to be submissive and obedient, never asserting her own opinions.

Seeing him staring blankly in the direction Jian Si had left, Ye Qingqing suddenly felt a sense of crisis. To regain his attention, she purposefully let out a pained hiss.

Lu Youting came back to his senses, his gaze returning: "How are you feeling?"

His tone and expression were indifferent, showing no excessive concern or anxiety.

Ye Qingqing shook her head, pretending to be magnanimous: "I'm fine, I know she is still blaming me. She'll be okay once she cools down."

Lu Youting did not take the bait, nor did he continue to inquire about the true cause of their conflict, saying indifferently, "I'll take you to the hospital to get your wound treated."

"Okay!"

Ye Qingqing obediently nodded, her petite body curling into his embrace.

Lu Youting subtly created distance between them without a sound, offering a polite but measured support to her wrist.

And that was exactly what Ye Qingqing didn't want, yet she was powerless to change it and could only blame Jian Si for her predicament.

After bringing Ye Qingqing to the emergency room for her injuries, Lu Youting left early, citing the need to take care of Lu Yanbai.

Ye Qingqing looked at her injured palm and swollen wrist, nearly exploding with anger.

It was a move badly played.

Not only had she failed to drive a wedge between them, but she had also gotten a beating from Jian Si.

She had never suffered such humiliation in her life.

Just wait.

One day, she would get her revenge.

Jian Si, having triumphed over Ye Qingqing, was in an especially good mood.

She hummed along with the car music while rhythmically swinging left and right, her slender fingers tapping on the steering wheel.

But ecstasy led to tragedy; in her carelessness, she failed to notice the road conditions ahead. By the time she slammed on the brakes, it was too late.

A person was already hit and lying on the ground.

She hurriedly got out of the car to check the situation.

Fortunately, this wasn't a main road, and the sparse traffic didn't draw much attention.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

The man got up from the ground, seemingly unaffected by the incident, nonchalantly dusting off his clothes: "I'm fine!"

Jian Si saw that his palm was scraped and blood was oozing out.

"You're bleeding and you say you're fine. Wait for me, I'll be right back!"

After speaking, she returned to her car, fetched the first aid kit, and expertly disinfected the wound, reminding him as she worked: "Remember, don't get it wet for 24 hours, and try to use your other hand."

Her focus was so intense she didn't notice the man's gaze was fixed on her face.

Not until he called out "Sisi" did she abruptly look up, only to be met with exquisitely handsome features paired with an ivory-colored shirt that highlighted his clear and dewy complexion, like a refined gentleman, exuding a casual and suave charm.

That face?

"Ah Che?"

Despite the many years and his face etched in her mind, the long separation made Jian Si hesitant to confirm it was him, fearful of mistaking a stranger for her acquaintance.

Ji Mingche smiled broadly: "Yeah, I am Ji Mingche."

Jian Si hadn't expected a reunion, and overwhelmed with the joy of seeing him after so long, she embraced him tightly.

"It really is you, we finally meet again, I thought we'd never see each other in this lifetime."

She could never forget that when her mother committed suicide due to depression, it was Ah Che who accompanied her through the darkest moments of her life.

After Ye Qingqing and her daughter entered their lives, he was the one who always protected her from being bullied.

If it weren't for him, there would be no Jian Si of today.

Ji Mingche, ignoring his injured hand, hugged her back tightly: "I thought I recognized the wrong person just now! Can't believe it's really you, have we not seen each other for ten years?"

Jian Si nodded vigorously, released him, and asked with teary eyes: "Yes! It's been ten years. Didn't your whole family move to the U.S.?"

"Ji Family is planning to start a branch in Z country, and I came here for inspection! On the first day back, I went to the Jian Family to find you. Uncle Jian said you disappeared five years ago. I've been asking around for a long time but couldn't find any news about you. Where have you been these five years? What happened?"

Jian Si felt it was too complicated to explain in a few words and, not wanting to delay picking up her kids from school, she went back to the car, took out a business card, and handed it to him: "I have to pick up the kids from school now. This has my contact information on it; let's set a time to meet up properly another day."

Ji Mingche paused, something flashing in his eyes.

"You got married?"

Jian Si's face flushed: "I got divorced a long time ago!"

Ji Mingche visibly relaxed.

"Alright then, go pick up your kids; I'll contact you."

Jian Si nodded, glanced at the time on her phone, got into her car, waved goodbye to Ji Mingche from inside the vehicle, and drove off.

Ji Mingche looked at the business card in his hand, his lips slowly curving into a gentle smile, his eyes gleaming warmly.

At that moment, a well-dressed assistant approached: "Director Ji, everything at the hospital has been arranged; we can go now."

Ji Mingche nodded, crossed the flower bed, and got into the Bentley parked by the roadside.

An hour and a half later, the Bentley entered the grounds of a mental hospital in the suburbs.

Ji Mingche stood outside a securely sealed room. Inside sat a man.

The man's back was to the door, staring blankly out the window, body rocking, mumbling incoherently.

Ji Mingche gripped the stainless steel railing above the door to control his surging emotions, and called out hoarsely, "Brother…"

The man turned his head slowly, revealing a face identical to Ji Mingche's; he gave a chuckle, saliva dripping down from the corner of his mouth.

"Little brother, you're here."

Ji Mingche felt a piercing pain in his heart, his eyes filled with a torrent of hatred, and tears blurred his vision—