My Billionaire Exhusband Grovels Me After Divorce

Chapter 363: Chapter 363: You’re too gullible, I couldn’t resist

Seeing her angry, Lu Lingche decided that he had really dug his own grave.

She was initially his wife, his woman, where touching her and sleeping with her were the most normal things to do.

But after their divorce, for just one night with her, he had to be grateful. Add another night, and she would be furious. If not for her needing him to save her brother, she would have certainly slapped him.

Last time, he had done nothing but give her artificial respiration, she slapped him as soon as she woke up, without considering the fact that her wrist was fractured.

“I’m not a saint, don’t you know this? I sleep with you and I have to help out? Aren’t you too naive?”

Qiao Yin’s face instantly flushed red with anger: “What did you say? Did you lie to me?!”

“You’re too easy to deceive, I couldn’t resist.”

“Lu Lingche!”

“Don’t keep shouting my name that way, I might think you like me.”

Qiao Yin’s face flushed from red to white, she angrily removed Lu Lingche’s hand that rested on her waist, viciously stomped on him, and then jumped off the bed.

Lu Lingche let out a painful groan, clutching a certain part of his body, his face as white as a sheet.

She was crazy, was she trying to render him impotent?!

After a while, he slowly got off the bed, laboring to find Qiao Yin.

However, she had already familiarly opened the wardrobe, took his clothes and began fitting them on herself —her dress had been torn by him last night.

“Qiao Yin, are you trying to hurt me to death?”

Qiao Yin ignored him, quickly slipped on a pair of pants and started to randomly button up his shirt.

“My clothes are expensive, you’ve already crushed them under your foot, can you afford to pay for them?”

Qiao Yin continued to ignore him, and even stomped on his pants twice more.

Withstanding the pain, Lu Lingche approached her, intending to help tidy her messy hair, but she stiffly avoided him.

Then, dressed in his shirt and trousers, she walked out without looking back.

Lu Lingche stood by the window and watched as she left, stepping on his trousers.

The heavy rain had already stopped, but the ground was still wet. His trousers were getting dirty from the mud and water she stepped on—it was now a dirtied mess.

Then, she got into her car and sped off.

Still fuming with anger.

He slightly chuckled.

Her anger was indeed amusing to him.

Her wearing his clothes brought him an odd sense of satisfaction.

She used to handle everything about him with extreme caution. She wouldn’t even let him go out in any wrinkled clothes, always ensuring to iron his clothes to perfection, let alone spoil any of them.

Now, this seemed even more enjoyable than before.

He returned to his bedroom, picked up his mobile phone, and dialed a number.

Ringing for a while, someone at the other end finally answered, “President Lu, how do young people nowadays get up so early? It’s only five o’clock, five o’clock!”

“Let Qiao Jiasen go, then you can get back to sleep.”

“President Lu, you seem to be meddling too much. I came back to the country to choose a successor. In a few days, I’ll take him out of the country. Don’t you fear retaliation from me? I have plenty of assassins here.”

“The title ‘King of Hell’ is too big for you. If you don’t release him, I’ll send you to meet the real King of Hell.”

“President Lu has a big mouth! You don’t think you can find me twice, do you?”

“Your niece is in my hands.”

The phone went silent.

“What did you say?!”

“I said, Gao Yingying is in my hands.”

King of Hell instantly sat up, “President Lu, have mercy!”

“After your brother died, you raised your niece, right, Gao Xin. Choose between a successor and your niece.”

“President Lu, you—”

“Before six o’clock, I want to see Qiao Jiasen home.”

“No, this, I—”

“It’s not just you who have assassins. My sniper has taken position. If Qiao Jiasen isn’t home before six, Gao Yingying will go meet the King of Hell. You will too, you can reunite with your brother in the King of Hell Hall..”