My Billionaire Exhusband Grovels Me After Divorce

Lu Lingche, a prodigy, was disparaged for the first time so harshly.

He’s just good for keeping a woman’s bed warm?

He coldly warned her, “Don’t go too far, Qiao Yin!”

“You are the one who has gone too far, Lu Lingche, sleeping with your brother’s fiancé while pretending to marry me. Do you have a conscience at all?”

“It’s not your place as a gold-digger to lecture me about conscience!”

“I am your wife right now. When you had an affair and fathered a child, it gave me the right to scold you.”

“Not for much longer!”

While they were arguing, Lu Lingche’s mobile phone rang again.

He glanced at the caller ID, and softened his sharp attitude to answer the call, “Yuyi, what’s wrong? Alright, I’m on my way.”

After hanging up, Lu Lingche walked away without looking back.

Qiao Yin was left alone in the room.

She crawled into the blankets and started crying.

She wondered if he could ever see her, no matter how hard she tried to love him or how hard she tried to become a virtuous and gentle wife.

Does he think she’s a gold-digger? Does he think she’s after his family’s property?

When the Qiao Family business went bankrupt, did she ever ask him for a penny?

…

When Lu Lingche arrived at his brother’s villa in the storm, Lan Yuyi was huddled on the sofa, covering her ears, shivering.

When she saw him, Lan Yuyi’s eyes brightened, “Lingche, I’m so glad you came. With you here, I’m not afraid of the thunder outside.”

Lu Lingche nodded, “It’s late. Go upstairs to bed.”

Lan Yuyi’s voice softened, “Lingche, won’t you accompany me upstairs? I’m still scared to sleep alone.”

Lu Lingche looked at her for a while, then finally said, “I was extremely drunk and made a mistake that day. It won’t happen again.”

Lan Yuyi began to cry, “But I didn’t mean anything by that. I’m truly scared. When your brother was alive, he never let me sleep alone in a thunderstorm. He always accompanied me. Lingche…”

Lu Lingche knew his brother truly cherished her in his lifetime. She was his brother’s most beloved woman.

He clenched his fist and nodded, “Alright, let’s go upstairs.”

Lan Yuyi was elated, wiping away her tears and reaching out to hold Lingche’s hand, “I knew you were the nicest to me, Lingche!”

Lu Lingche avoided her hand, just reminding her, “Watch your step.”

Lan Yuyi was taken aback. She covered her belly and said, “Lingche, support me. I’m afraid of falling down.”

Lu Lingche closed his eyes briefly before stepping forward to support her arm.

Once in the bedroom, Lan Yuyi lay down, while Lingche sat on the nearby sofa, watching over her.

In the dim light, he asked, “Yuyi, that night, did you notice who spiked our drinks?”

“I didn’t notice. I was a victim too, Lingche.”

Lan Yuyi’s voice was filled with grievances, “Can we not talk about that? I don’t wish to recall it.”

“Alright, I won’t bring it up. You should sleep.”

Outside the window, the storm was raging, with thunder and lightning repeatedly crashing down, as if punishing someone.

Lu Lingche opened WeChat and focussed on the last voice message his brother had sent him.

He had listened to this message so many times that he didn’t need to play it. He could recall his brother’s intermittent voice:

“Lingche, I probably won’t make it. The only person I’m worried about leaving in this world is… Yuyi. I hope you can, no matter what, take good care of her… for your brother… please.”