My Billionaire Exhusband Grovels Me After Divorce

“Lu Lingche, why did you pull me in here?”

“I seem to have found my clothes in here. Qiao Yin, my shirt and suit are quite expensive. You just casually tossed them aside? Didn’t even bother to wash them for me?”

“Who told you to tear my dress? This is your compensation to me, I have no obligation to return anything.”

In reality, Lu Lingche didn’t care about the clothes at all. He just wanted to hear her speak.

Darkness tends to intensify one’s sense of hearing.

She was in his arms, fidgeting and trying to escape.

However, he held her tightly. Not only did she fail to escape, but she also got even closer to him, causing him discomfort.

Their breaths intertwined. Unable to resist, he bent over and kissed her.

With poor visibility, he missed her lips and kissed her chin instead.

It didn’t matter. He could just try again.

Caught off guard by his sudden kiss, Qiao Yin bit him immediately.

Even when she bit his lip until it bled, he still wouldn’t let her go.

His kisses became increasingly forceful and urgent.

Defeated in her resistance, Qiao Yin had no choice but to passively endure his advances.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally showed mercy and released her.

Qiao Yin leaned into him, gasping for air. It took her quite some time to catch her breath. “There’s no air in this closet, and I’m finding it hard to breathe. Can you let me out?”

Lu Lingche held her and kissed her forehead.

The sealing of her closet wasn’t that great, so there was still some air getting in.

It was his kisses that left her breathless.

“We can leave, but you can’t kick me out.”

“Okay.”

Qiao Yin agreed readily. Regardless of the outcome, she needed to get out of there first.

If she stayed in the closet any longer, she might suffocate!

Lu Lingche finally released her and opened the closet door.

Qiao Yin stepped out first. Glancing at the bowl of chicken soup on the bedside table, she suddenly smiled at Lu Lingche. “President Lu, I just bit you. Sorry about that. How about having some chicken soup to make up for it?”

Looking at her smile, Lu Lingche’s heart fluttered slightly. But he coldly responded, “You think I’m deaf? It’s clear that you don’t want to drink the soup, and you’re just trying to rope me into drinking it for you by presenting it in such a high and mighty way.”

The smile on Qiao Yin’s face instantly vanished. “If you’re not drinking it, then leave. A soup as good as this would be wasted on you! When I had my abortion, even Jiasen, who was still a young boy, knew to bring me chicken soup. Where were you then? Didn’t you cause my abortion?”

He had visited her on the day of her abortion.

He had seen the bowl of chicken soup on her table. So, it was Jiasen who brought it to her.

Her abortion had indeed become a lingering regret in his heart.

He picked up the bowl and took a sip of her soup.

Then, he paused.

It took him a while before he swallowed it, asking with a pale face, “Is this chicken soup?”

“Yes, what’s wrong?”

“It’s so horrible. Even worse than the tea I had when we first met!”

Qiao Yin was surprised. “You remember the first time we met?”

“The tea you gave me was too horrible to forget. I thought you wanted to poison me.”

“That tea had a few medicinal herbs mixed in, and the flavor was indeed strange. Most people would spit it out after the first sip. How come you swallowed it?”

Lu Lingche said indifferently, “Your eyes were too bright at that time, filled with anticipation. I had no choice but to swallow.”

Qiao Yin couldn’t quite describe how she was feeling at that moment.

It turned out he hadn’t forgotten everything. He even remembered her gaze and expression at that time.

Perhaps, deep down, he did care about her.

But this concern was too superficial compared to his feelings for Yuyi. That’s why he always chose her when faced with a decision.