My Billionaire Exhusband Grovels Me After Divorce

In the past, Qiao Yin was most afraid of him getting angry, but now she had started to become immune to it.

She stood up straight, lifted her pretty chin, refusing to let her momentum be erased by him: “If you hurt my wrist again, I will bite off your hand!”

Her job required her to write a lot of codes, making a wrist injury fatal for her.

Yuanshan, who had been acting as an invisible man by the side, while observing his boss’s back hand continuously seeping blood, felt that Qiao Yin had changed. Previously, she would not let Lu Lingche suffer the slightest injury.

Now she was inflicting such a ferocious bite, he didn’t even doubt that in the future she would really bite off Lu Lingche’s hand.

The elevator quickly reached the ground floor, and Qiao Yin followed the ice-cold Lu Lingche into the underground parking garage.

Breaking the long silence, Lu Lingche finally spoke: “Yuyi wants the Shu Yao Wan formula that you have. Name your price!”

This sentence shattered the strong facade Qiao Yin had carefully assembled.

Her eyes reddened, and her emotions collapsed: “Why? she stole my husband, destroyed my life! Now she wants to take my mother’s secret recipe? Does she enjoy taking my things? I already told her explicitly that it’s not for sale, why are you still pressuring me? Do you like her that much? To the point of pushing me to death?”

Lu Lingche didn’t expect her reaction to be so strong. He frowned: “As I’ve said before, the decision to divorce was mine, and it has nothing to do with Yuyi. I’m not one of your possessions, so there’s no such thing as her stealing me from you! Stop over-dramatizing!”

Qiao Yin knew she inadvertently revealed her true feelings—she loved Lu Lingche too much, and she was unwilling to believe that he had abandoned her. She had been deceiving herself all this time, blaming everything on Lan Yuyi.

Her emotional slip-up lasted only a moment before she swiftly reined in her emotions, hiding the real her.

She responded coldly and firmly: “You’ve cleverly exonerated her, but she has taken my toy. Otherwise, how could the toy suddenly have a mind of its own and insist on divorcing?”

Being always proud, Lu Lingche was infuriated by her metaphor and forcefully pinned Qiao Yin to the car door: “Who did you say is a toy? Qiao Yin, you are the toy, you’ve been a toy all along. You have no right to speak to me like that!”

Qiao Yin’s back hurt from the collision, but she maintained a nonchalant expression: “Yes, that’s right, otherwise why would I be discarded as soon as you said it? It’s also true about you, I’ve discarded you too. What’s the fuss about a toy getting excited over another toy? You’re sticking so close to me, do you like me?”

Lu Lingche instantly let go of her: “I would like anyone but you!”

Qiao Yin appeared relieved: “That’s good. I wouldn’t want to touch a toy that’s been played with by others. It’s easy to dirty my hands. Keep your distance from me next time.”

Lu Lingche had never been insulted like this before in his life. He felt that if he continued arguing with Qiao Yin, he would end up vomiting blood out of frustration.

He put on a cold face, got in the car directly, and ordered his assistant: “Drive, I don’t want to see her for even a second longer!”

The assistant didn’t dare to say anything and hastily drove off.

Watching his car disappear, Qiao Yin finally could no longer support herself and squatted down to cry, her hands wrapping around her knees.

Her back hurt, her wrist hurt, but none of these compared to the pain in her heart.

After five years, Lu Lingche had formed a part of her heart. To remove him would be like removing her heart.

Yet, she didn’t even dare to cry for too long, afraid her swelling eyes would invite mockery when she returned to the office.

Being dragged out by Lu Lingche was already enough fodder for office gossip.

Qiao Yin stood up, carefully wiped her face, took a moment to rest, then looked at her face in the rearview mirror of a car. Satisfied that nothing seemed out of order, she headed for the elevator.

Upon her return, as expected, quite a few people flocked to her to gossip about her relationship with Lu Lingche. She merely responded that they were “friends” and didn’t elaborate further.

Thankfully, Yan Xing, the big boss, came over to rescue her and sent everyone away: “What are you all doing? Instead of focusing on your job, all you care about is gossip! This is a tech company, not an entertainment one!”

Everyone hurriedly returned to their workstations.

Qiao Yin then followed Yan Xing to his office..