My Billionaire Exhusband Grovels Me After Divorce

Chapter 915: Chapter 915: Lu Lingche’s Bet Chapter 915: Chapter 915: Lu Lingche’s Bet Lu Yanxi wrapped her coat tightly around her, lowering her head and murmuring, “I was wrong. I won’t dare do it again.”

“Who started the fight?”

Lu Yanxi’s head dropped even lower: “It was me.”

Ice filled Lu Lingche’s face: “You’ve run the auction house into a mess, but when it comes to instigating trouble, you’re quite adept!”

“I… I just got carried away, a bit curious about how good a fighter Xie Xingchen is, so I…”

“The heavier the curiosity, the quicker the death!”

Lu Yanxi nearly buried her head into her chest: “I really know I was wrong, I won’t be curious anymore.”

Qiao Yin couldn’t stand to see her good friend scolded like this. She couldn’t help but look at Lu Lingche: “We were all happy, look how scared you’ve made her. Can you leave now?”

Lu Lingche sat down beside her: “No.”

He glanced at Qiao Yin’s attire, seeing that she wasn’t dressed as revealing as Lu Yanxi, a bit of the ice on his face melted away.

His presence was too strong, the atmosphere too oppressive. Lu Yanxi could hardly bear it, involuntarily shifting towards Xie Xingchen, practically squeezing him off the sofa.

With a helpless gesture, Xie Xingchen pressed on her shoulder: “Stop moving. Any further and I’ll be sitting on the floor.”

Lu Yanxi gave him a glance, whispering softly, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have provoked others to fight you.”

Her voice was too soft, mostly drowned out by the music, but Xie Xingchen still understood her words from the shape of her lips.

He shook his head with a smile, ever amiable: “It’s fine, it’s been quite some time since I’ve fought. I actually missed it.”

After reprimanding Lu Yanxi, Lu Lingche didn’t bother with her anymore. As long as she didn’t cause trouble, he generally turned a blind eye to her actions and didn’t overly interfere in her life.

Late night was approaching, and the medicinal effect on Qiao Yin’s face was wearing off, the bruise fading significantly.

Smelling the faint scent of alcohol on Qiao Yin, he asked lightly, “How much did you drink?”

“Not much, just one glass.”

As Qiao Yin spoke to Lu Lingche, she glanced at Lu Yanxi, who was whispering something with Xie Xingchen, her face no longer showing fear; this put her at ease.

“Stop looking. She’s fine,” Lu Lingche said indifferently.

His face impassive, he continued: “She has the type of personality that forgets pain once the wound heals. Spoiled by her family, she won’t take my words to heart. If she comes to the bar next time and I’m not here, she’ll still dare to dress like that, she’ll still dare to create trouble.”

Qiao Yin was surprised, blurting out reflexively, “Impossible, Yan Xi is clearly afraid of you, if you tell her not to dress like that, she definitely wouldn’t dare.”

A subtle smile suddenly appeared on Lu Lingche’s stoic face: “Shall we make a bet, then?”

“Bet on what?”

“We’ll bet—” Lu Lingche began to speak only for Qiao Yin to hurriedly interrupt him: “We can’t bet too much!”

Lu Lingche’s gaze deepened: “What counts as betting too much?”

Qiao Yin was at a loss for words, unsure how to respond.

What if he wanted her hospital, or her person? That would be betting too much.

Lu Lingche saw right through her thoughts, chuckling, “Relax, the stakes are small. Otherwise, I’m afraid you won’t bet with me.”

“How small?”

“Not too small, otherwise, it wouldn’t be interesting,” he replied.

Eyeing her lips, now lustrous from the drinks, he fought the urge to touch them and said in a calm voice, “Let’s bet a kiss.”

Qiao Yin frowned instantly: “No good.”

“Hear me out. If I win, you kiss me. And if I lose, you can pick someone for me to kiss.”

Qiao Yin’s eyes widened in shock: “You— are you serious? I can make you kiss whoever I choose?”

Seeing her interested, Lu Lingche nodded with a slight amusement: “Of course, I’ll follow your command if I lose.”

“If I asked you to kiss Xie Xingchen, you would?”