My Billionaire Exhusband Grovels Me After Divorce

Chapter 250: Lu Lingche's Apology

Lu Lingche quickly understood, this must not have been arranged by Qiao Yin calling Qiao Lainan over, but Qiao Haidong pulling strings, attempting to profit from this incident through Qiao Lainan.

If Qiao Yin had asked Qiao Lainan to come, the figure couldn't possibly be fifty million.

A cold smile rose to his lips instantly.

He had seen fools, but none as foolish as Qiao Haidong.

Daring to copy Qiao Yin's handwriting to sign the divorce agreement on her behalf, even daring to collect compensation on her behalf!

Fifty million, he really dared to ask! Did he think he was an easy mark?

"Let her come up."

Once Lu Lingche had ordered, he hung up and dialed Qiao Yin's number.

The phone rang for quite a while before it was picked up.

Her voice was especially distant: "President Lu, you needed something?"

"Qiao Lainan is here with me."

"What did you say?!"

"She said, you asked her to discuss the divorce arrangements with me and even brought the divorce agreement that you signed."

"I did not sign anything! I didn't ask her to go either!"

"Really?"

"I'm telling the truth!"

"Perhaps, since we're discussing divorce, you should come over personally to speak with me. If you don't come in fifteen minutes, I'll assume the divorce papers are signed by you. Oh, and I forgot to tell you, the agreement asks for fifty million in compensation, with the payment account as Qiao Haidong's."

After Lu Lingche finished speaking, he instantly hung up.

Not long after, Qiao Yin's returned call came.

He didn't pick up, instead standing in front of his floor-to-ceiling office window, waiting motionlessly for her.

Last night was yet another night of suffering.

He dreamt of Qiao Yin being murdered by kidnappers again.

Deeply immersed in the dream, he was convinced it was real and was frantic to save her.

But, he was one step too late.

The criminal raised his knife, fresh red blood spilled over the tombstones, she collapsed limply and was turned into a corpse.

He held her body tightly, unwilling to let it go.

She was so cold, devoid of any warmth.

Upon waking, there were traces of cold moisture on his cheeks.

He raised his hand to wipe it off, feeling as if he may be going mad.

Had he cried?

He didn't cry even when his older brother died.

Because of Qiao Yin's kidnapping, he rescued Lan Yuyi first, did not save her, thereby almost leading to her death. This had now become his inner demon.

From a psychological point of view, dreams are expressions of the unconscious mind, a reflection of suppressed emotions buried deep within.

But, did he really care for Qiao Yin this much?

Why did he feel nothing when he was awake?

Was it because he was too sensible, or too dull?

Fifteen minutes seemed to stretch endlessly at this moment.

It felt as if he'd been waiting for a long time before he finally saw Qiao Yin's car appear in his field of vision.

He had always felt that purple suited her, which is why he bought a purple Porsche as a wedding gift for her.

Now, seeing her driving it, confirmed it was indeed a good match for her.

He watched her hurriedly get out of the car and rush into the corporation building.

Moments later, the door to his office was pushed open.

"Lu Lingche!"

He turned around, watching her panting at the door.

He spoke calmly: "Come here."

Qiao Yin walked over: "Where's Qiao Lainan? Where's the divorce agreement?"

Lu Lingche did not answer her question. Instead, he lifted her hand and held it.

Qiao Yin was taken aback: "What are you doing?"

"Just holding it for a moment."

She tried to break free: "Let go of me!"

"Are you cold?"

Qiao Yin felt that he was acting especially strange today: "I'm not cold, can you let go of me? Weren't you the one who asked me to discuss the divorce? What are you doing?"

Lu Lingche ignored her other questions: "If you're not cold why are your hands so cold?" her hands were too cold, just like the dead body he held in his dream last night. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

He resisted this feeling.

Qiao Yin couldn't help but frown.

Weren't they supposed to be discussing divorce?

Why was he fussing over such insignificant matter as to whether her hand was cold or not!

"Lu Lingche, have you been possessed? Since when do you start to care if my hands are cold?"

"Have you always had problems with cold hands?"

"Where is Qiao Lainan? Call her here."

"Your grandmother is a miracle doctor, isn't she? Ask her to treat you."

"When I tell you to call Qiao Lainan, are you deaf? Or is there something wrong with your brain? Why are you completely on a different topic today?"

Lu Lingche gazed at her: "Qiao Yin."

"Hmm?"

"Let's not get a divorce."