My Billionaire Exhusband Grovels Me After Divorce-Chapter 833 - : Didn’t You Say You Liked Gentleness?
Chapter 833: Chapter 833: Didn’t You Say You Liked Gentleness?
The projects of Shengling Corporation were hard to seize, and Dongfang Mu hadn’t found a suitable project for Qiao Yin to participate in recently; instead, he found a project from the Gu Family, which was very suitable for Qiao Yin to help snatch away.
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Without a second word, Qiao Yin agreed.
When she worked, time always flew by especially fast.
The next time Qiao Yin looked up at the clock, it was already 2 a.m.
She turned off the computer, the desk lamp, and went to bed to sleep.
Her face didn’t hurt anymore; instead, it felt cool and very comfortable. Lying in bed, she quickly felt a heavy drowsiness.
In a hazy state, she seemed to hear the sound of a door opening. Thinking it was her grandmother getting up at night, she didn’t make much of it, ready to continue sleeping.
Until she heard the soft footsteps come into her room and stop beside her bed.
Her heart startled, she suddenly opened her eyes.
A warm hand covered hers, “Did I wake you? I tried to be as quiet as possible.”
Qiao Yin pulled away his hand, calming her heart that was still racing from the fright, “Lu Lingche, can you stop coming to my home in the middle of the night? It’s terrifying.”
“Sorry,” he said.
Lu Lingche’s expression was indifferent, “I’ll be more careful next time.”
“There won’t be a next time! What are you here for?”
“To check on your wound.”
“Have you finished checking now? Can you leave?”
Lu Lingche sat on the edge of her bed, looked at her face in the moonlight, “Did you apply medicine tonight?”
“Mhm.”
“Why didn’t you use it before? On purpose?”
“Why do you have so many questions?”
“Next time, use the medicine promptly or a scar will remain on your face, and you will suffer more.”
“What does it matter if a scar remains? You can’t tell beauty from ugliness anyway, can you?”
Lu Lingche looked at her, somewhat helplessly, and perhaps because it was late at night, his voice was a few degrees gentler than during the day, “The rumors that I’m face-blind and can’t differentiate beauty might suffice, but why would you speak nonsensically too? I can distinguish beauty from ugliness, and I’m not face-blind.”
“I’m not saying you’re face-blind, what I mean is, beauty or ugliness doesn’t matter to you. You wouldn’t treat someone well just because they are beautiful, nor poorly because they are ugly. So I don’t quite understand the reason why you’re coming in the middle of the night to supervise my medication, concerned about whether I’ll get a scar or not.”
“I really wouldn’t care about other people,” he admitted.
Lu Lingche gently brushed away the hair on her cheek, his gaze serious and focused, “You, however, I do care about.”
“You care that I might get a scar on my face?”
“I don’t care,” he said.
Qiao Yin was made dizzy by his contradictions, “You care and then you don’t care, what exactly are you trying to say?”
“Whether or not you have scars, you are mine. I’m not concerned about any scars, don’t think you can get away by getting a scar. However, I do care if you are injured, whether you’ve properly medicated and recovered. Have I made myself clear now?”
Qiao Yin frowned as she looked at him, feeling that Lu Lingche was becoming less and less like himself; the gentleness he exhibited now was simply too much for her to handle.
“Lu Lingche,” she said.
“Yes?”
“I think it’s better when you’re as cold as you used to be; I’m not used to this.”
Lu Lingche sighed quietly, “But didn’t you say you liked gentleness?”
“Did I say that?”
“Yes.”
“Well then, I take it back now; I don’t like gentleness anymore.”
“So you don’t like Dongfang Mu or Gu Jing either?”
Qiao Yin paused, not sure whether he was imitating them. Wasn’t that just like her past actions? She used to think Lu Lingche liked Lan Yuyi, so she imitated Lan Yuyi’s gentleness.
But the fact was, she’d never liked either of them.
Especially not Dongfang Mu, who was about to marry Cui Shuqian; naturally, she couldn’t ruin that.
Gu Jing, though, she could afford to mess with a bit.
Therefore, she gave Lu Lingche a faint smile, “No, I still like Gu Jing.”
