My Billionaire Exhusband Grovels Me After Divorce

The long night finally dissolved, and when Qiao Yin woke up, it was already broad daylight outside.

She faintly heard sounds next to her and assumed it was Lu Lingche. But when she turned her head, the person lying beside her was unexpectedly Lan Yuyi! “Miss Qiao, you’ve awakened.”

Lan Yuyi asked with a face full of concern: “How do you feel? Does your wound still hurt?”

Qiao Yin’s brow furrowed slightly: “Why are you here?”

“Lingche asked me to come. He told me to stay here from now on. Miss Qiao, you don’t mind, do you?”

Qiao Yin could only mock, would it matter if she did?

This was Lu Lingche’s house, he could let whoever he wanted stay.

Was he deliberately trying to hurt her heart?

“Miss Qiao, Lingche made me breakfast. Would you like some? He used to always love cooking for me, especially after I became pregnant, he cooked even more frequently. His cooking is quite good, you’ll see once you try it!”

Qiao Yin lay in bed, struggling to shake her head.

So, Lu Lingche’s brilliant cooking skills were indeed honed while cooking for his darling.

Pretentious much? As if she hadn’t eaten a meal cooked by Lu Lingche.

“Lingche said I’m too thin and asked me to eat more nutritious food. But I really can’t eat that much. Miss Qiao, please help me eat some. Otherwise, he will be angry when he comes back and sees that I have leftovers.”

“Lingche also said that my belly has gotten bigger and my old clothes no longer fit. He bought a lot of new clothes for me! I’ll fetch one for you, you can wear it for now. Don’t mind the color, I just love pink, Lingche only bought this color.” Lingche says, Lingche says, why is it all about what Lingche says!

She can’t talk if she doesn’t mention Lu Lingche, can she?

Listening to her was almost making Qiao Yin crumble, nearly blurting out her thoughts.

But, she managed to control her emotions.

She couldn’t continue to deceive herself.

The divorce with Lu Lingche was due to Lan Yuyi to some extent, but the main reason lay with Lu Lingche.

Arguing with Lan Yuyi wouldn’t change anything.

So, Qiao Yin slowly got up, looking at Lan Yuyi calmly.

Lan Yuyi flinched under her gaze, softly asking, “Miss Qiao, what’s wrong?”

Qiao Yin didn’t respond, enduring the pain on her back. She picked up her clothes stained with mottled blood from the trash bin, put them on, then straightened up: “Miss Lan, you have won, I am leaving.”

Lan Yuyi followed her anxiously: “Miss Qiao, you are still injured, don’t leave, come back and rest! I mean no harm, don’t misunderstand my good intentions! If you don’t like me being here, I can leave, ok?”

Qiao Yin ignored her.

She picked up her medical box, grabbed her bag, and went downstairs.

Once downstairs, she paused and couldn’t help glancing at Lan Yuyi: “These are your bodyguards blocking the entrance?”

“Not me!”

However, the bodyguards bowed in unison towards her: “Young Madam, the Old Madam sent us to protect you.”

Qiao Yin felt a warmth in her heart and immediately turned polite: “Thank you all. But I have to go home now, please go to the Old Madam. Tell her that I will take care of myself and after I recover from my injuries, I will visit her.”

The bodyguards hesitated, unsure of what to do.

Qiao Yin smiled at them, picked up her medical box, and left.

When she got home, she took off the dirty clothes she was wearing.

She then unfolded the gauze, intending to reapply the medicine to her wounds herself while looking into a mirror.

But when she saw her back in the mirror, she was startled.

Her wounds were clearly tended to once again, and they were healing at an astonishing rate.

Lu Lingche?

It can’t be Lan Yuyi, right?

Qiao Yin shook her head without giving it too much thought.

After reapplying the gauze, she sent a message to Yan Xing asking for a leave of absence.

Yan Xing didn’t ask any questions and directly granted her two days off.

Qiao Yin was injured and couldn’t work, but it didn’t stop her from doing other things. She reached out to a few media outlets.

Some things should indeed be revealed bit by bit, shouldn’t they?