Chapter 335 I Don’t Want to Be Friends with You
Because it's a ten-minute break.
Han Lingcui also immediately left the courtroom and went out to get some fresh air.
But blowing the hair didn't help, it gave me a splitting headache instead.
Those broken fragments.
It was like a curse, constantly haunting her.
She felt like she was going crazy.
When Xuanyuan Ge saw Han Lingcui squatting on the ground and trembling at the end of the corridor, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.
She pinched her wrist with her fingertips, as if struggling with some kind of pain. The ends of her hair were stained with colored pencil powder, making her look very much like Su Ling, who was always covered in paint in the studio.
He slowly squatted down, his fingertips hovering above the back of her hand, but he didn't dare to touch it: "Ms. Han, you..."
"The button on your cuff..." Han Lingcui suddenly looked up, tears still on her eyelashes. "It's engraved with XL, right?"
Xuanyuan Ge's pupils suddenly shrank. The cufflinks he had carved for Su Ling that year did have "XL" engraved on the inside.
Take the first letters of the pinyin of "Ling" and also the first letters of "Xuanyuan Pavilion".
He heard his voice trembling: "Do you still remember..."
"I don't remember." Han Lingcui interrupted him, her fingertips tightly grasping the corner of her clothes, "But when I see you, it hurts here."
She pointed at her heart, tears finally falling. "It's like... someone is calling me 'Lingling' in there, but I can't remember who she is..."
Xuanyuan Ge suddenly remembered what Bai Yu said about the "memory node".
"It doesn't matter."
He is very satisfied now.
Previous investigations have basically confirmed Han Lingcui's identity.
But because of amnesia.
He didn't dare to act hastily.
Now seeing Han Lingcui in so much pain when recalling this incident, he felt even more sad and uncomfortable.
"Don't think about it for now."
God knows how much courage it takes to say this.
How much heartache I have to endure.
But compared to Lingling's health, none of this matters.
"Maybe I wasn't a good person in your past memories."
At this moment.
He seemed to have made up his mind.
"Don't think about it, just live in the present moment."
"Ms. Han, I hope we can become friends."
He stretched out his hand.
Very serious.
And he has always been aloof and arrogant.
Now his tone is gentle, as if he is coaxing a child.
Han Lingcui's splitting headache instantly felt much better.
Don't think about the past.
She will feel relaxed.
"Mr. Xuanyuan, being friends with you is probably what everyone dreams of."
"I am no exception."
"But I know that I'm probably similar to your friends or old acquaintances in some ways, which is why you act like this."
"But……"
She took a deep breath and expressed her thoughts very seriously.
"When I get close to you, I'll be reminded of some bad things in the past, and it'll make me feel very uncomfortable."
"So, I hope we can meet less often."
Xuanyuan Ge was stunned.
His face looked a little gloomy.
Han Lingcui took a few steps back in fear.
Sensing her movements, Xuanyuan Ge immediately came to his senses.
"Okay, since you don't want to meet me, try not to."
He still maintained the same demeanor as before.
As if not angry at all.
Han Lingcui didn't expect him to be so easy to talk to.
For a moment I didn't know what to say.
Fortunately, the court bell rang and the trial was about to begin again.
She had to go back and find a way to help Shen Hanxing keep an eye on the live broadcast room.
"Okay, bye."
She fled in panic.
…
The courtroom's ceiling light was blindingly white, like an unblunted knife hanging overhead.
Shen Hanxing's fingertips turned white as she pinched the folder, her nails almost digging into the lines on her palm.
This was the evidence she had compiled. Every corner of the paper had been folded repeatedly by her, just like the days in their marriage that were crumpled and then barely flattened.
Now is the time to express yourself.
In fact, it is just to let both parties talk about their own advantages and convince the presiding judge to give the child to them.
But this custody lawsuit was filed by Fu Jingheng.
No one knows at this point whether he wants to have a child or give up.
"I admit that I neglected my family before, but my feelings for Han Xing and Cheng Cheng have never changed."
Fu Jingheng's voice was choked with just the right amount of sobs, and the cufflinks on his suit cuffs shone coldly under the light. They were the same sapphire pair she had given him that year.
He leaned forward, his knees almost touching the edge of the dock table, his eyes a mixture of regret and anxiety.
"Han Xing, children can only receive the best education and develop better personalities when they have parents."
There were faint whispers coming from the gallery, like willow catkins in late spring and early summer sticking to people's throats.
Chen Hanxing looked up and saw Fu Jingheng's eyelashes casting shadows under his eyes. The face that once made her heart beat was still impeccably handsome, but there was a hint of deliberately flattering arc between his eyebrows.
She suddenly remembered that when he took his wedding vows he said "I will always put you first". At that time his eyes were as bright as the Milky Way, but what happened later?
The first time his child had a fever of 40 degrees, he was discussing an "important project" with Xie Ruxin;
She always attended parent-teacher conferences alone. When the teacher asked about her father, Fu Yicheng would always color the cartoon father in the textbook gray.
Even when Cao Guizhi pointed at the child and said, "Boys are too noisy, don't disturb me playing mahjong," he just smiled and said, "My mother is old, please bear with me."
When Shen Hanxing spoke, his voice was even calmer than he had expected, like silk soaked in ice water, so cold that it had no temperature.
She opened the folder and the first page was the hospital records. "Before filing for divorce, all of Fu Yicheng's hospitalization records, including the signatures of the attending physicians, only had my signature in the guardian column."
Fu Jingheng's pupils suddenly contracted, and his knuckles pinched the microphone, making a slight sound: "I had an important meeting at the time..."
"It's so important that they haven't even shown up at the door of the child's intensive care unit."
Shen Hanxing interrupted him, and the second page of paper slid onto the table. It was a screenshot of the community surveillance.
Cao Guizhi was sitting on a bench at the entrance of the unit playing mahjong. Fu Yicheng was squatting beside her with his schoolbag, his little face covered with traces of tears.
"You said you were raising the child, but you left the child with your mother."
"But the result is that your mother left the child downstairs for three hours while she argued with her poker friends."
Fu Jingheng obviously didn't know about this.
When he saw the evidence, he was also surprised.
Chen Hanxing suddenly looked up and looked directly into his eyes. Those amber pupils that once made her heart beat were now filled with panic and helplessness.
"You said you only like me and Chengcheng, but love is never expressed with words. What a child needs is a father who sends him to school every day and plays Lego with him. But you never do that."
As she spoke, she seemed to hear her own heartbeat roaring in her chest, like the countless times she sat by her child's bedside crying late at night, like the countless times she told herself to "give him another chance" while looking at the empty bridal bed.
It turns out that true heartbreak isn't about making a fuss, but about becoming numb to the pain.
Just like at this moment, she watched Fu Jingheng suddenly stand up and then stagger down, and there was only a silent blankness in her heart.
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