My Billionaire Exhusband Grovels Me After Divorce
Chapter 1102 - 1102 1102 Without Qiao Yin Big Brother Wont

Chapter 1102: Chapter 1102: Without Qiao Yin, Big Brother Won’t Be Happy Chapter 1102: Chapter 1102: Without Qiao Yin, Big Brother Won’t Be Happy Lu Lingche was unable to accept this reality! The scene before his eyes began to blur, and even his elder brother’s voice started to sound somewhat distant and muffled!

“Lingche, actually, I feel quite awkward saying this, but after all, you were married to Qiao Yin. Even if there was no affection, she was once your wife. I like her, which is truly a bit embarrassing.”

“But you’re my younger brother, the person closest to me. It’s only right that I should be the first one to let you know about this.”

“I truly like Qiao Yin, so I don’t mind that you were married to her. After all, you’re divorced now, and you no longer have any relationship with her. My pursuing her shouldn’t be considered excessive.”

“Only Qiao Yin doesn’t care about my disfigured face, doesn’t care about my status. She has always been helping me, taking care of me. To be honest, even if her face can’t be healed later on, I don’t mind. Her inner beauty is already enough for me.”

Lu Shengqing talked a lot, but saw that his younger brother was rigid, silent there, he patted his brother’s shoulder: “Lingche, why do you look so upset? Do you really hate Qiao Yin that much? Even if you don’t like her, don’t you want your elder brother to be happy in the future? Without her, elder brother might not be happy. To be honest, now my heart and eyes are full of her.”

With difficulty, Lu Lingche turned his head to look at him, opened his mouth to say something, but no matter what, he just couldn’t make a sound.

Of course, he wished for his elder brother’s happiness, which was more important than his own happiness.

But he couldn’t persuade himself to give up on Qiao Yin.

She had already merged into his very marrow. To extract her, would be nothing short of excruciating pain.

“We’re almost home, Lingche. Don’t let it slip about me liking Qiao Yin. Let’s keep it from mom and dad for now, especially our mother. She definitely won’t agree if she finds out. She might even go and talk to Qiao Yin about it and could easily mess things up. It might even scare Qiao Yin. I want to take things slow.”

Lu Shengqing was thinking about Qiao Yin in every aspect, even before they got together. He was already all set to protect her.

Lu Lingche reflected on how he had treated Qiao Yin when he married her. Did he protect her? Was he concerned that Madam Lu might dislike Qiao Yin and make things difficult for her? Did he ever truly consider her feelings?

It seemed like he hadn’t.

He allowed her to endure the disdain of the Lu Family alone.

He was truly despicable!

And yet, Qiao Yin had been willing to marry such a person as him. He should have been on his knees thanking her—but he didn’t. For Lan Yuyi, he divorced her.

Boundless pain and regret engulfed Lu Lingche.

His heart ached terribly, his complexion grew paler and his vision became more and more blurred.

The assistant’s voice came from the front: “President Lu, Senior President Lu, we’ve arrived home.”

Lu Lingche, barely holding himself together, spoke up: “Big brother, I’m feeling a bit unwell. I won’t join you for dinner tonight. I’ll head back first.”

Lu Shengqing’s face was full of concern: “Lingche, you look really off. What’s making you uncomfortable? Is it because you haven’t eaten dinner and your stomach hurts? If so, get out of the car quickly and eat something.”

“I’m not hungry, big brother, please get out of the car.”

Lu Shengqing had no choice but to leave the car. He told Yuanshan: “Take good care of him, and call me immediately if anything happens, understand?”

Yuanshan nodded, and as he closed the door, he floored the accelerator, speeding away from the old mansion.

Reflected in the rearview mirror was the pale, pained face of Lu Lingche. Yuanshan couldn’t help but say: “President Lu, let’s go find the Young Madam, let her take care of you!”

Lu Lingche’s voice was cold and firm: “No need, let’s go home!”

Yuanshan dared not disobey orders to take him to Qiao Yin without permission, so he had no choice but to take Lu Lingche back to his own villa.

When disembarking, Lu Lingche was already unable to walk on his own.

Yuanshan helped him out of the car and into the living room.

Sitting on the couch, with his palm on his chest, Lu Lingche said: “Yuanshan, your shift is over, go home.”

Yuanshan had sweat on his forehead from urgency: “President Lu, you’re like this and still telling me to go off duty? Why don’t you have the Young Madam check on you? Don’t just tough it out!”

Lu Lingche’s face was as pale as paper: “Do I even have the face to ask her to see me anymore?”