My Billionaire Exhusband Grovels Me After Divorce

Qiao Yin attempted to exit the car: “My car can’t be left here, I need to use it tomorrow!”

Lu Lingche held her back: “Yuanshan, go drive her car.”

“Yes, President Lu!”

Yuanshan responded immediately, turning respectfully to Qiao Yin: “Miss Qiao, could you please give me your car keys? I’ll drive it back for you.”

Qiao Yin initially refused, as she did not want to ride in Lu Lingche’s car, but he forcibly took her bag and tossed it to Yuanshan.

Yuanshan found the keys and drove her car away.

Yu Fei closed their car door, took the driver’s seat, and drove into the traffic flow.

Qiao Yin sat in the back row with Lu Lingche, his hand still holding hers.

She tried to pull away, but couldn’t move, accidentally touching his injured hand, causing him to hiss in pain.

Qiao Yin looked down to find several wounds on his hand, all seeping blood.

So, him fighting so many people wasn’t without injuries, he just endured it so well that it seemed like no big deal.

Strange, she thought, he had treated her terribly, shouldn’t she be happy that he was injured?

But why would her heart ache then?

Qiao Jiasen scolded her for no reason, she indeed had a ridiculous love brain.

As this thought struck her, Lu Lingche next to her suddenly spoke in a cold voice: “Resign, you’re not allowed to work for Dongfang Mu anymore.”

Qiao Yin suppressed the pain in her heart and retorted in a deadly tone: “Who do you think you are, President Lu, to dictate where I work? It’s as if driving me to unemployment once wasn’t enough, you wish to do it a second time?”

Eventhough she had been unemployed not because of him, Lu Lingche didn’t defend himself.

He held Qiao Yin’s hand, pulling her closer: “I despise Dongfang Mu. Why are you working for him at his side? Is it because you saw Qiao Lainan making tea for me last time, so now you’re making tea for Dongfang Mu to make me jealous?”

Qiao Yin, feeling no heartache this time, felt a headache instead: “President Lu, don’t flatter yourself. Why would I try to make you jealous by making tea for Dongfang Mu? Would you really get mad over something like that?”

“So you were not deliberately making tea for him to get revenge on me?”

Qiao Yin found his words puzzling: “Why should I seek revenge on you?”

Because he had used Qiao Lainan to provoke her.

He thought, she was doing the same.

Could it be that he was reading too much into it?

Qiao Yin looked at him, seeing his expression growing colder, his aura ever more oppressive, and couldn’t help but ask in wonder: “You don’t like me making tea for Dongfang Mu? Are you angry?”

“You’re actually able to tell I’m angry.”

“What right do you have to be angry? Have we not already divorced?”

“Is it wrong for me to dislike Dongfang Mu?”

“Lu Lingche.”

“Hmm?”

“Are you jealous?”

“You’re thinking too much.”

Qiao Yin felt she was overthinking things too, yet beyond this reason, she couldn’t think of any other explanation.

She forcefully pulled her hand away from Lu Lingche’s hold, widening the distance between them by leaning against the car door.

Outside the car window, the street scene was retreating.

In the glass, it reflected Lu Lingche’s cold and perfect face.

She was the one who unnecessarily wrapped herself up in worry. She shouldn’t care if Lu Lingche was jealous or angry.

She had never thought about going back to the past, just like the retreating street scenery, what was in the past should remain in the past.

The more she once loved him, the more she hated him now.

So, even if his hand was injured, even if her heart ached, she would not treat him.

Lu Lingche watched as she leaned against the car window, creating a distance between them that felt as wide as a galaxy while looking at his own empty hand. He felt a tad uncomfortable.

She didn’t like him, not even willing to hold his hand.

Yet he always wanted to grab her hand, even wanting to kiss her.

To keep her away from Dongfang Mu, he did not hesitate to expose his strength, single-handedly taking down hundreds of bodyguards.

He could’ve asked Yu Fei to intervene.

But he chose to act himself.

He felt like a peacock, showing off his feathers back and forth in front of the woman he was fond of, regardless of the consequences.

But she didn’t appreciate it.

Even worse, she agreed to leave with him, more likely because she was afraid Dongfang Mu would really get beaten up by him.

She was so cold towards him.