My Billionaire Exhusband Grovels Me After Divorce

Chapter 834: Chapter 834: If You Mention Gu Jing Again, I’ll Really Get Angry

Lu Lingche’s face immediately darkened, the warmth from moments ago seeming like nothing but a figment of Qiao Yin’s imagination as he said coldly, “I think it’s not just your face that’s injured, but your brain too, liking a useless person!”

His displeasure made Qiao Yin happy. If she could anger him enough to leave, that would be perfect. So she doubled down and said, “What’s wrong with liking a ‘useless person’? I just like him. You might be a genius, but does anyone like you?”

Lu Lingche’s face turned an iron blue, his voice cold as ice: “Shut up, don’t talk anymore. My patience is limited.”

In the dim light, Qiao Yin’s voice held a trace of brazen fearlessness, “What, President Lu, are you going to hit me?”

“If you want, I can accommodate you.”

“Even if you hit me, I won’t retract my words. I just like Gu Jing.”

“The wounds on your face haven’t healed yet, and you’ve already forgotten who hurt you? And you still like him?”

“It was Gu Jing’s mother who injured me, not Gu Jing. Besides, hasn’t your mother hurt me? What right do you have to speak about him?”

“She’s not my mother, and even if she were, I wouldn’t stop you from seeking revenge. She was in the wrong first and should be punished.”

Lu Lingche’s tone was indifferent, his gaze cold as a blade: “Do whatever you want, just don’t mention Gu Jing again. If you do, I’ll make sure to cripple him!”

Cripple him?

That doesn’t seem too bad, actually. He’s the son of an enemy, bound to become an enemy in the future. If Lu Lingche takes care of him first, then she should thank him.

“Then go hit him. What are you doing here? If you don’t go, I’ll start to think you’re just trying to scare me.”

However, Lu Lingche suddenly lifted the corner of his lips, chuckled softly, “Qiao Yin, why do I feel like you actually want me to cripple Gu Jing? You don’t really like Gu Jing, do you? Otherwise, why would you provoke me like this?”

Qiao Yin’s hopeful expression stiffened momentarily; her ruse had been discovered.

Sigh, she should have been more careful when speaking with a person of high intelligence. She’d been careless.

She retaliated somewhat haughtily: “I just feel like you don’t dare to offend the Gu Family, you don’t dare touch Gu Jing. I really like Gu Jing!”

Lu Lingche leaned down and kissed her forehead, whispering, “Nonsense, I don’t believe that you used to like my type and now your taste has drastically changed to like someone like Gu Jing.”

“My tastes have changed, I really like Gu Jing’s type now!”

“Still daring to speak? Say it again and I’ll really get angry.”

Looking at his stern face, Qiao Yin somehow found herself truly unable to continue.

Was it the fear she had felt toward him over the past five years resurfacing?

Or was it because his imposing aura was getting stronger, his oppressive presence more intense?

Qiao Yin didn’t understand what was happening to her; her desire to provoke Lu Lingche vanished, and she lowered her gaze.

She rubbed the spot where Lu Lingche had kissed, feeling somehow comforted, and then closed her eyes to sleep.

She thought with Lu Lingche beside her, sleep would elude her, but to her surprise, she fell asleep in a matter of moments. When she woke up, it was already bright outside.

Lu Lingche was gone by the time she awoke, her deep sleep having made her utterly oblivious to his departure.

Getting out of bed to freshen up, Qiao Yin’s face reflected in the mirror over the washbasin, the purplish marks gone, the swelling a memory. Only five red wounds remained, though they too had begun to heal and looked nowhere near as frightening anymore.

As Qiao Yin brushed her teeth, she frowned.

Sometimes medicine that’s too effective is not such a good thing. How could she provoke Gu Chengqiao and get more information if her face healed this quickly?

Shen Yujun saw her face and was quite satisfied with the effectiveness of their family’s medicine. Seeing Qiao Yin frown, she couldn’t help but ask, “What’s wrong? Does the wound still hurt?”

Qiao Yin shook her head, spitting out a mouthful of toothpaste foam, “It doesn’t hurt anymore; the problem is that it’s healing too well. My injuries don’t look frightening enough.”

“You want it to look frightening?”

“Exactly!”

Qiao Yin’s eyes lit up as she looked at her grandmother: “Do you have any medicine that can make wounds look more frightening?”