My Billionaire Exhusband Grovels Me After Divorce

Chapter 144: Chapter 144: He Really is not Human

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However, she didn’t have much energy to argue with him at this moment. She was indeed cold, hungry, and thirsty, and she didn’t need to make things hard for herself.

“I want to drink water.”

Lu Lingche took a bottle of water, unscrewed the cap and handed it to her.

Qiao Yin took it, trying to bring it to her mouth, but her hand shook so much that she didn’t manage to drink the water and ended up spilling it all over herself.

Lu Lingche frowned and took the bottle of mineral water, attempting somewhat awkwardly to feed her: “Open your mouth.”

Qiao Yin tucked her shaking hands back under the blanket and opened her mouth, taking big gulps of water. She finished the whole bottle in one breath.

Suddenly, Lu Lingche’s heart felt as if it was blocked by something.

He asked in a low voice, “You have not had a sip of water since yesterday?”

Qiao Yin looked down: “No.”

A wave of anger surged up from the bottom of Lu Lingche’s heart. He wished he could throw those two kidnappers into the desert to die of thirst and turn into mummies.

It took him a while to suppress his anger.

He looked at Qiao Yin’s almost chapped lips, and asked softly: “Want to drink more?”

“No need.”

“What do you want to eat?”

“I don’t want to eat anything; I just want to go home and sleep.”

She had a concussion and felt nauseous and dizzy, her body lacked strength, otherwise, she wouldn’t have let Lu Lingche carry her onto the vehicle.

She didn’t want to go with him at all. She would prefer even the police – let alone the police dogs – over him.

Lu Lingche thought for a moment. During the three months they had lived together before, she didn’t seem picky about food.

He never paid attention to what she liked to eat.

Halfway down the road, he had his bodyguard buy breakfast from a breakfast shop.

Soy milk, fried dough sticks, glutinous rice cakes, pan-fried buns, and so on.

Smelling the aroma of the food, Qiao Yin suddenly felt as if she wasn’t as dizzy or nauseous. Her stomach growled with hunger.

But she just said she didn’t want to eat anything; wouldn’t it be embarrassing to go back on her words now?

She tried to suppress her appetite.

But who would have thought, Lu Lingche is utterly inhumane. Holding her in one hand, he started eating the pan-fried buns with the other hand!

She didn’t know which restaurant’s pan-fried buns he was eating, but they looked so appetizing. The soft and smooth bun skin, the golden bottom, the broth that emanated an aromatic scent, the meat fillings and veggies — everything was simply mouth-watering.

She hadn’t eaten in 24. hours. Watching Lu Lingche eating one bun after another, and drinking half of the soy milk — she was furious.

The most annoying part was, he kept showing off while eating: “Hmm, the filling is pretty good. The meat is so tender.”

Qiao Yin couldn’t help but lick her lips and swallow saliva.

She’s so hungry.

Looking at her pitiful appearance, Lu Lingche couldn’t bring himself to tease her further.

He shoved a fried bun into her mouth: “I can’t finish it and it’s a waste to throw it away. It’s too salty to feed to dogs, so I’ll feed you.”

Qiao Yin wanted to curse at him, but her mouth was full of the bun, she could not utter a word.

She glared at Lu Lingche angrily, took a bite of the pan-fried bun and the flavorful broth filled her mouth.

Wow, it’s so delicious!

The bun was fragrant with the flavor of pork, it was the most delicious pan-fried bun she had ever had!

Salty? It was just perfect!

She finished the pan-fried bun in no time at all.

Lu Lingche passed the soy milk with a straw to her, she took a sip subconsciously. It was only after drinking that she realized, had he not drank from this cup?!

She was a bit pissed: “Couldn’t you have gotten a new one for me?!”

Lu Lingche didn’t do this intentionally, he was worried that she was eating too fast and might choke, so he simply passed her the cup.

He got a new cup, put in a straw and fed her a couple of sips, then handed her another pan-fried bun.

Only after she had eaten five pan-fried buns and a glutinous rice cake did Lu Lingche stop passing food to her: “That’s enough. You are acting like a starving ghost, as if you are going to eat the packaging too.”

If she ate too much at once after not having eaten for such a long time, it would probably be too much for her stomach to bear..