My Billionaire Exhusband Grovels Me After Divorce

He had already apologized for this situation before.

And yet he apologized again today, more formally, more clearly than the last time.

He really had changed.

He used to never admit he was wrong, never apologized.

Tears welled up in her eyes again: “I won’t forgive you, even if you apologize, I won’t.”

Lu Lingche wiped her tears away: “I’m not asking for forgiveness. You can hate me, but you’re not allowed to run to Dongfang Mu.”

But the tears kept falling from Qiao Yin’s eyes.

Why was he treating her this way again?

This made her feel like he liked her again. He was always like this, doing things and saying things that can easily lead to misunderstandings.

She cried and leaned her head on his shoulder.

Earlier, she had removed his suit just to bite him, leaving him in a thin shirt.

The warmth from his skin easily penetrated through the thin shirt to her body.

Perhaps due to the chilly air conditioning at home, she felt incredibly comfortable and warm.

Before their divorce, he never held her this tightly for so long.

In contrast, after the divorce, he had held her like this multiple times.

No one knew how much she loved being held in his embrace.

Nobody knew how much effort it took her to resist the temptation, to push him away.

She indulged in the moment briefly before pushing him away.

But as soon as her hand touched his chest, a fervent kiss fell on her forehead.

She froze: “Lu Lingche!”

“Yeah.”

His deep, pleasant voice echoed in the tiny bedroom: “Qiao Yin, could you stop being Dongfang Mu’s assistant?”

“No.”

“Why? Do you like him? He’s not going to marry you, he’s getting married to the Cui Family.”

“I need to work, to earn money. He’s just my boss. It doesn’t matter to me whom he marries.”

“Aren’t you making money from your medical clinic? Why do you still need to work? Are you trying to work yourself to death?”

“Of course a privileged person like you wouldn’t understand the struggles of common people. Your mother has stirred up so much trouble in my clinic that people think we caused a pregnant woman to miscarry. There will be no income coming in for a while, so even if it kills me, I have to work as Dongfang Mu’s assistant.”

“Then come be my assistant. I’ll pay you.”

This was the second time he brought this up, and it stirred something in Qiao Yin’s heart.

It seemed like he really didn’t like her being with Dongfang Mu.

Did he like her?

Was it jealousy?

Or did he simply disliked Dongfang Mu?

She shook her head: “Do you think I’m stupid to work for my ex-husband? I’d be doomed working for you, your mom and Baiyu Guang.”

“You won’t.”

“I will.”

Qiao Yin continued to push him: “Aren’t you leaving?”

“Didn’t we agree to sleep together tonight?”

“No, we didn’t. We’re divorced. There’s no reason for us to sleep together.”

“I can’t sleep alone.”

“Then take a pill.”

Lu Lingche sighed at her words.

She was so much colder than before. He suddenly missed her older self, who used to be gentle and clingy, even if it was all an act.

He took something out of his suit pocket and stuffed it into her hand: “A gift for you.”

The item in Qiao Yin’s hand felt heavy, she almost dropped it.

Fearing that he had given her something poisonous, she quickly brought it up for a closer look.

After examining it for a while, she asked with suspicion: “Is this a sunflower? It’s so heavy. Is it made of gold?”

“It’s not gold, it’s gold-plated. It’s not worth much, so you can’t sell it.”

“Gold-plated? What’s the material inside? I hope it’s not a radioactive substance. You wouldn’t have given me a toxic metal to kill me off just because I said I wanted Lan Yuyi to die, would you?”

Lu Lingche couldn’t help but tap on her forehead: “Could you please stop making up so many conspiracy theories?”