My Billionaire Exhusband Grovels Me After Divorce - Chapter 408
Chapter 408: Chapter 408: Do You Need My Help?
Qiao Yin knew.
But she didn’t know things had gotten so serious.
She had no idea to what extent the herbs have molded, she had assumed at least some of the herbs were still in good condition that Qiao Haidong was trying to sell, and that only a small portion had become moldy.
After all, usually, most herbs are sun-dried before being sold, making the dry ones not particularly difficult to store, and molding would only occur under very special circumstances.
It turns out all of them have gone rotten.
Under such circumstances, nobody would buy them anymore. Qiao Haidong really is a lowlife, he had tricked her again.
Seeing Qiao Yin in silence, Lu Lingche knew she understood the general situation with the herbs, “The herbs Qiao Haidong bought were problematic from the start, he was tricked by someone, has he told you who sold him the herbs?”
“He didn’t mention who he bought them from, only said the broker who introduced him to the herbs was an acquaintance.”
“Do you want me to investigate it?”
This time, Qiao Yin took even longer to respond.
“Qiao Yin, speak up.”
“Why are you offering help? Didn’t we have a big fight today? I even slapped you.”
“Because it was all my fault, I shouldn’t have doubted the matter about the child, I know it’s mine.”
“Then why did you come to ask me? Are you sick or something?”
“I didn’t just appear out of nowhere, didn’t I ask you? I asked about how far things have gone with Dongfang Mu, but you wouldn’t tell me. Even my dad knows that you’re close to Dongfang Mu. He was the one who told me, saying the baby you’re carrying isn’t mine. I don’t know where he heard it from, just distance yourself from Dongfang Mu from now on!”
Hearing this, Qiao Yin was furious, “Your dad heard some tittle-tattle, asked you, so you just came to ask me?”
“Doesn’t anybody else understand us, don’t you understand?”
“Why didn’t you help explain to your dad? Why didn’t you just tell him directly that the baby is yours?”
“Is saying a few words for me going to kill you?”
This time it was Lu Lingche’s turn to remain silent.
He himself didn’t even know why he chose to wait for her at her building’s entrance, or why he would ask such questions.
He felt like everything was spiraling out of control.
After a long while, he said, “Next time, don’t hit my face. It’ll swell and I can’t face anyone, hit somewhere else.”
Qiao Yin was still angry: “You deserved it, you’re so good, why didn’t you dodge if you could?”
Because Lu Lingche thought he deserved that slap.
Hearing her voice, his heart felt stifled, quite uncomfortably.
He wanted to meet her.
“Qiao Yin.”
“What is it?”
“Can you come over tonight?”
Qiao Yin almost thought she had misheard: “What did you say?”
“Can you come over?”
“Of course I can’t! You’re dreaming! Why would I go to your place in the middle of the night? Do you take me for a fool?”
“Then, I’ll go to your place.”
“Not welcome!”
After Qiao Yin responded, she hung up immediately.
She sat on her bed, filibustering.
Lu Lingche really is a jerk, demanding her presence whenever he has physical needs, regardless of whether they’ve had a fight.
She really should have slapped him more!
After hanging up, Lu Lingche was no longer in the mood for work.
He felt as if he were splitting apart.
Rationally, he knew that he and Qiao Yin were already divorced, and he did not wish to entangle with her again.
However, he kept doing things that contradicted his rational self.
On his desk, there sat a chess piece, which bore a large “General” character with a small “Qiao” next to it.
Ever since he brought it back from their old villa, it had been on his desk.
He picked up the chess piece, his fingers gently rubbing the surname Qiao Yin had carved. His chest felt somewhat relieved.
By now, he knew better than anyone that he wanted to be closer to her.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t keep going to see her.
However, it seemed that every time he went to see her, he would mess things up, pushing her further away.
A row of horror novels was neatly arranged on the bookshelf beside him, put there by his assistant.
He stood up, took a book down from the shelf, and brought it back to his bedroom.
Since he couldn’t sleep anyway, he would read the horror novels.
And then relay the stories to her when he saw her next time.
She would probably like them.
