My Billionaire Exhusband Grovels Me After Divorce

Lu Lingche was dazed.

Was his brain short-circuited? What was he doing at Qiao Yin’s place?

However, after a moment of hesitation, he got out of the car and entered the building.

He turned on the PIN code lock on the door, entered the code, and walked in – when the bodyguard had installed the lock, he had set the code for Qiao Yin.

The previously cluttered living room had been cleaned up and was now neat and cozy.

He walked through the living room and entered the bedroom.

Qiao Yin, who was brutally murdered in his dream, was now peacefully sleeping on the bed.

He walked to the edge of the bed, slightly leaned over, and touched her carotid artery with his fingers.

It was warm, it was pulsating.

She was alive.

He withdrew his hand, feeling somewhat ridiculous. It was just a dream, why did he take it seriously and had to test her pulse?

Outside, there was a thunderstorm.

Lightning illuminated the bedroom, and the scar from the long knife on Qiao Yin’s neck caught his eye.

Lu Lingche involuntarily closed his eyes. Everytime he saw this scar, he would think of her being chopped in his dream.

Hadn’t she applied medicine to it? Why was the scar still so noticeable?

Lu Lingche opened his eyes, used the flash of lightning as a light source, and found her medicine, scooping a bit out.

Then, he sat at the edge of the bed and gently applied it to her neck with his fingertips.

Her medicine was quite effective, and the scars should be gone by tomorrow, right?

He shouldn’t have nightmares anymore, right?

He finally breathed a sigh of relief, ready to leave.

However, he found some medicinal soaps on a cabinet and picked up a scent he didn’t have at home and put it in his pocket.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly felt a surge of wind on his back.

He tilted his head and grabbed the hand that was reaching out from behind.

“Qiao Yin, it’s me.”

The owner of the hand obviously breathed a sigh of relief, and the stick in her hand fell to the floor.

“Lu Lingche, what are you doing sneaking into my house in the middle of the night? Are you insane?”

Qiao Yin pulled back her hand, covering her rapidly beating heart as she questioned him.

She thought a thief had broken in, or that the couple who wanted to buy the house during the day had come for revenge.

She took deep breaths, “You scared me to death!”

In the dim light, Lu Lingche approached her and pinned her against the wall, “I took the wrong route.”

Qiao Yin was pinned by him, her back against the wall, him in front. She couldn’t move.

Hearing him speak, she was puzzled, “What do you mean you took the wrong route?”

As she was speaking, Lu Lingche’s mobile phone rang.

He didn’t move.

However, Qiao Yin had a sharp intuition. She took out his phone to have a look. As she had guessed, it was Lan Yuyi calling.

In the dimness, she looked up at him, “You were going to see Lan Yuyi, but you mistakenly came here?”

“Yes.”

Qiao Yin sneered, “You are really honest.”

However, she and Lan Yuyi lived in two different directions, how could he even get that wrong?

Lu Lingche’s fingers moved over her neck, his tone very indifferent, “Are you worth me lying?”

It was the second time he had said such words.

Qiao Yin abruptly knocked away his hand, “Don’t touch me. You are not worthy.”

Lu Lingche’s voice suddenly turned cold, “So who is worthy? That police officer named Li?”

Qiao Yin didn’t expect he would think that way, and her face turned pale in anger, “What nonsense are you talking about?! What does it have to do with Officer Li? He was just being kind and bringing me home!”

“He was kind enough for that? Have you fallen for him? Like his tough guy image? Don’t like Dongfang Mu anymore? You change really fast.”

Qiao Yin’s anger was beyond words. She was pinned by him and couldn’t move her body, but her head was free to move.

So, she lowered her head and bit him hard on his shoulder.

Lu Lingche was only wearing a casual shirt tonight. The material was thin, and she bit him deeply.

He winced in pain and held onto Qiao Yin’s waist, “Let go!”