My Billionaire Exhusband Grovels Me After Divorce
Chapter 962 - 962 962 Ancestor did I upset you again

Chapter 962: Chapter 962: Ancestor, did I upset you again? Chapter 962: Chapter 962: Ancestor, did I upset you again? Lu Lingche was nitpicky in other areas, but he was never picky about eating. Whatever Qiao Yin cooked, he would finish it all.

However, he didn’t touch the stir-fried greens she prepared because he remembered she liked them, and she didn’t make much, just enough for her.

Qiao Yin initially feared he might snatch her greens, but when he had finished everything without even touching a single leaf, she felt a bit embarrassed.

He was never fussy about his food. Him not eating the greens could only mean one thing: he had left them for her on purpose.

What’s with this tragic air? It’s as if they can’t even afford greens.

After eating the last piece of greens, Qiao Yin silently picked up the empty dishes, intending to wash them.

But as she stood up, Lu Lingche took them from her hands, “I’ll do it.”

Qiao Yin stared at his back as he carried the dishes to the kitchen, and for a moment, she wished he wasn’t so kind—it would make it impossible to scold him.

The sound of water running and the soft clinking of dishes came from the kitchen.

Qiao Yin wiped the table down with a rag, then entered the kitchen and stood beside Lu Lingche, “I’ll wash the rag.”

Lu Lingche took the rag from her and, holding her hand, examined it casually, “Let your hands be, I’ll take care of the washing.”

Qiao Yin looked at him curiously, “There’s nothing wrong with my hands, what’s there to ‘nurture’?”

“Nurture them so that ‘the ten slender fingers never touch sink water’, to keep them becoming more and more beautiful.”

Qiao Yin couldn’t help but glance at her hands. She’d hardly done any housework her whole life; her grandmother doted on her and raised her like a treasure, never requiring her to do chores like laundry or cooking. The most she used her hands for was acupuncture.

Indeed, her hands had always been well-kept, soft, pale, and slender.

The time she used her hands the most was during those three months after she married Lu Lingche. She cooked for him in various ways every day, washed and ironed his clothes, striving to be a good wife.

It turned out that such self-congratulatory contributions were of no use. She had waited on him so humbly before, and he never showed any concern.

Now that she no longer wanted him, now that she was unwilling to wait on him, he suddenly knew how to be concerned about her and even suggested she ‘nurture her hands.’

In the past, she foolishly listened to Madam Lu’s words and quit her job right after getting married, spending every day cooped up at home doing monotonous and meaningless housework, treating Lu Lingche as if he were a deity and completely losing herself in the process.

So at that time, Lu Lingche couldn’t truly see her; no matter how much she gave, he treated her as if she were invisible. He even suggested she learn from Lan Yuyi, saying that even though Lan Yuyi was pregnant, she was actively pursuing her medical studies, whereas she was merely coasting through life on her looks.

Actually, he wasn’t wrong; she indeed wasn’t as clear-headed as Lan Yuyi at that time.

The one point where Lan Yuyi was stronger than her was that even though she was engaged to Lu Shengqing, set to become the Young Madam of Lu Family, she never lost herself. She never thought of quitting her job to stay at home doing laundry and cooking for her husband every day.

Those were tasks for servants, weren’t they?

As Lu Lingche washed the dishes, he watched Qiao Yin, noticing her long lashes drooping in silence, and he knew she was probably unhappy.

He couldn’t help but sigh. Had he said something wrong again?

After finishing the dishes and drying his hands, he picked up Qiao Yin horizontally and headed for the bedroom, “Ancestor, why the silence? Have I upset you again?”

Qiao Yin lifted her lashes to look at him, “No, it’s not your fault, it’s mine.”

Lu Lingche placed her on the bed and watched her with a somewhat pained expression. Her recent words were cryptic like codes, he had no idea what she was talking about or what he had done wrong.

Kneeling before her, he looked into her eyes deeply, “What do you mean it’s your fault, not mine? About the past, I don’t think there’s a single thing that’s your fault and not mine.”