My Billionaire Exhusband Grovels Me After Divorce - Chapter 50

Chapter 50: Chapter 50 Go Easy

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Qiao Yin ground her teeth in anger.

She finally understood, Lu Lingche needed an outlet for his frustration and he had chosen her as his target!

“My brother hit you, but you hit him back too, right? So, we’re even! I’ve come all this way to bring you medicine, I’ve done my part with perfect benevolence!”

“Are you blind or are you just pretending to be? Didn’t you see me hold back when I hit him? Did he hold back when he hit me? If I had really hit him, would he even be alive now?”

At this, Qiao Yin had nothing to say.

Others might not know how strong Lu Lingche is, but she did.

He is a trained fighter and a champion at that. If he hadn’t held back, Qiao Jiasen would have been far more injured.

She walked back furiously, threw the medical box onto the tea table, then opened it, took out the cotton swab soaked in iodine, and started disinfecting Lu Lingche’s face.

As she pressed down hard with the cotton swab, Lu Lingche hissed in pain.

Qiao Yin ignored it and continued pressing.

Lu Lingche, pained to the point of breaking out in sweat, viciously grabbed Qiao Yin’s wrist, and shouted, “What are you doing? Trying to kill me? Are you taking revenge on purpose?”

Qiao Yin gave him an insincere smile, “President Lu, you’re overthinking it, I’m just doing a regular disinfection job, wouldn’t you prefer to do it yourself?”

“Can you keep it gentle! This is my face, not tree bark!”

“You’re a grown man, can’t you bear a little pain? The later massage will be even more painful, if you keep whining like this, I can’t possibly continue with the treatment.”

Lu Lingche stared at her for a long time, finally loosening his grip, allowing Qiao Yin to continue disinfecting his face.

Of course, the process remained consistently painful with Qiao Yin as his tormentor.

After the disinfection, Qiao Yin disinfected her own hands as well, then administered medicine, gently massaging it in with her fingertips.

When the balm from the white bottle was spread on his face, Lu Lingche felt an icy comfort, it soothed his pain, and it was extremely pleasant.

He couldn’t help but say, “This medicine really seems good.”

Qiao Yin glared at him, “It’s not just ‘seems’ good, it’s a uniquely effective medicine. It’s one of my grandmother’s secret family recipe, passed down only to the women in the family.”

Lu Lingche found it strange, “Then why didn’t you become a doctor?”

Qiao Yin didn’t answer his question.

She poured out the salve from a blue bottle, and solemnly warned before applying it, “This one will sting, bear with it.”

Lu Lingche scoffed, “Will it hurt more than when you deliberately poked my wound with a cotton swab just now? Hurry and apply it, stop wasting time!”

However, when Qiao Yin truly applied it, the pain made him almost bite off his own tongue!

Once again, he gripped Qiao Yin’s wrist, stopping her from continuing, “What is this stuff, why does it hurt so much!? Are you trying to kill me by doing this?”

Seeing his face turn pale with pain, Qiao Yin laughed heartily, “Weren’t you being tough a moment ago? Now you know the pain? If you doubt my intentions, I won’t apply it anymore and take the medicine away. Such an excellent medicine would be wasted on your face!”

As Lu Lingche watched her laugh, he was momentarily taken aback.

Despite his strong prejudice against Qiao Yin, he had to admit, Qiao Yin had an extremely beautiful face.

With her sparkling eyes and bright teeth, when she smiles, it carried a sweet and refreshing feel. Sometimes, he found it difficult to associate this face with a malicious person he perceived her to be.

His eyes fell lower, he released her wrist, and said lightly, “Continue.”

Qiao Yin felt a bit disappointed. She was hoping that Lu Lingche would drive her away. She hadn’t had her dinner and was almost starved. She wanted to go home to eat, not play the maid here.

After applying the medicine, Qiao Yin began to massage Lu Lingche’s face with the palm of her hand.

The pain made Lu Lingche wince and he tightly wrapped his arm around her waist, “Can’t you be more gentle? Are you using my face as dough to knead?”

Qiao Yin froze for a moment when he grabbed her, but she soon recovered and tried her best to ignore his hands on her waist.

She spoke calmly, “My methods were taught by my grandmother, are you questioning me? If I don’t press hard enough, your bruise won’t heal by tomorrow. So, you decide.. Do you prefer to be pain-free or handsome?”