My Billionaire Exhusband Grovels Me After Divorce - Chapter 121
Chapter 121: Chapter 121: Humiliation
Translator: 549690339
Right, divorce.
Qiao Yin regained consciousness, her mind becoming active again.
After he had slept with her that day, he coldly announced that he wanted a divorce right after coming out of the shower!
He still wants a divorce now, yet he was still kissing her, his hand even ventured under her skirt, intending to go further.
What did he think of her?!
The grievances, old and new, surged within Qiao Yin, sending a rush of blood to her head.
She raised her hand and landed a vicious slap on Lu Lingche’s face!
“Smack!”
The crisp sound of the slap was particularly glaring in the quiet car.
The assistant driving in front wished he could become invisible at that moment so as to pretend he had no idea that their CEO had been slapped.
Lu Lingche halted, his gaze coldly turning to Qiao Yin, “Do you want to die?”
Qiao Yin’s hair was a mess, her eyes red, “If you want to kill me, go ahead. I’d rather die than be humiliated by you!”
Lu Lingche looked at her lips, swollen and moistened by his kisses, his face darkening as he fell silent.
What humiliation was she talking about? Wasn’t it her who kissed him first? Now she turns the table on him?
Qiao Yin refused to make eye contact with him, lowering her head to untangle her hair. But the knots were too tight, impossible to untie.
After a thought, she mustered all her strength to tear open Lu Lingche’s shirt, ripping off the part with the buttons.
Her hair was finally freed; her scalp was no longer in pain.
But Lu Lingche’s face darkened even more, his gaze sharp as a knife, as if ready to slit her throat any moment.
The tension in the car escalated, and only then did Qiao Yin start to feel a hint of fear.
She shifted a bit to distance herself from Lu Lingche and then quietly wiped her hands on her clothes—her palms were numb and hurting from the slap.
But, Lu Lingche probably wasn’t faring much better.
He withstood a slap on his face and didn’t immediately kick her out of the car. It was a miracle.
But Lu Lingche had noticed her hand wiping movement.
An anger ignited from his heart and spread to his entire body. What did she mean? After slapping him, she found it dirty and had to wipe it off?
The assistant could tell that the CEO’s mood had hit rock bottom. He quickly drove into Qiao Yin’s residential area, parking precisely in front of her building.
With her hair in a total mess, Qiao Yin stepped out of the car. A shred of Lu Lingche’s shirt was still entangled in her hair, making her look both hilarious and pathetic.
But she held herself upright, defiantly lifting her face, and went inside the building with composed steps.
Watching her go, Lu Lingche withdrew his gaze, thinking coldly: How contented she is!
Throughout his life, nobody had dared to slap him in the face!
She was the first one!
She used to be ever careful not to offend him, acting cautiously, obediently, so sweet and soft. Now look at her, she dares to slap him and tear his clothes. If he doesn’t punish her severely, then his name isn’t Lu!
“Drive!”
“Yes, President Lu!”
Upon arriving home, Qiao Yin didn’t even bother to turn on the lights. She first ran to the window to watch Lu Lingche’s car leave. Seeing it go, she let out a sigh of relief, then slowly collapsed onto the floor, leaning against the wall.
His scent lingered on her lips, her palm was still throbbing, and a shred of his shirt was still tangled in her hair.
It was like a searing pain spreading from her hand to her heart.
Tears unknowingly slipped from her eyes, landing on the floor one after another, quickly forming a puddle.
Lu Lingche truly was not human. While wanting to divorce her without any compensation, he still treated her as a toy to casually abuse. He even dared to attempt to do…that in the car.
Would he treat Lan Yuyi the same way?
Of course not. The respect and protection he offered Lan Yuyi was something she would not dare to hope for in a lifetime.
How absurd of her to miss his embrace, to even dream about him almost every single night – the tender him, the ruthless him, the quiet him, the furious him.
Could anyone tell her, how long would it take to finally rid him from her dreams, to truly forget about this man, to escape the pain?
It’d be good if she could lose her memory.
With that thought in mind, Qiao Yin wiped her tears and banged her head against the wall – as they showed in dramas, memory loss usually occurred after a head concussion.
“Hiss!”
Too painful.
Forget it..
