Tianyun City.
May, a rainy night.
Lu Lingche held Qiao Yin in his arms, his hot skin and lingering kisses left her somewhat infatuated.
A wave of heat surged, stirring ripples of passion.
Once everything calmed down, Lu Lingche let go of her and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
He had been gone only for a moment when the mobile phone on the bedside table began to ring, and Qiao Yin picked it up for him.
A delicate female voice came from the phone: "Lingche, did you tell Qiao Yin about us?"
Qiao Yin froze on the spot, her mind blank for a moment.
She knew who the voice belonged to.
Lu Lingche's first crush, Lan Yuyi.
"Lingche, it's thundering outside, I'm a bit scared, can you come and accompany me? You used to accompany me like this, why didn't you come today, Lingche, Lingche?"
Perhaps realizing that the person who answered the phone was not Lu Lingche, the woman on the other end quickly hung up the phone.
Qiao Yin stiffly put Lu Lingche's mobile phone back in its original place and lay back on the bed.
A moment later, Lu Lingche came out of the shower.
However, he didn't get into bed to continue sleeping but sat on the sofa beside, and called her with a light voice: "Qiao Yin."
"Hmm."
"Let's get a divorce!"
In the dim light, Qiao Yin's tears fell, but her voice carried a hint of anticipated calm: "Why?"
"Yuyi is pregnant, the child is mine."
Just seven words, and all of Qiao Yin's defenses collapsed.
So, what Lan Yuyi meant by "us" was this!
It felt as if someone had stabbed at the bottom of her heart with a knife; the pain made her tremble: "When did this happen?"
"In February."
Qiao Yin tried to suppress her sobs: "Isn't she your elder brother's fiancee? Did you sleep with her not long after your brother's death?"
Mentioning his elder brother, a wave of emotion appeared on Lu Lingche's handsome and indifferent face: "This is my matter; don't mention my elder brother again."
"Why can't I mention your elder brother? You slept with your brother's woman, do you think you've lived up to him? Or is it that you two were already messing around behind his back when he was alive? You dare to do it, but you can't bear for me to mention it?"
Lu Lingche's gaze was incredibly sharp: "Shut up! It's not how you think!"
"Then what is it like? Your brother died in January, you slept with his bride-to-be in February, then got married to me without any issues in March, and now it's only May and you want a divorce. Don't you think you are shameless?"
"I said it's not like you think! If I'm shameless, where does that leave you? Don't think I don't know what you were after when you married me!"
Qiao Yin was filled with sorrow and grief: "What was I after?"
"You were targeting the Lu family's property, trying to use our money to fill the Qiao family's holes!"
"Is this what you think of me?"
Lu Lingche's tone was both cold and mocking: "Or what? Are you in love with me?"
Qiao Yin was provoked by his tone, she pretended not to care and said: "How could it be possible? You are right, I married you for the money in the Lu family. As for you personally, there's nothing to love, your physique is alright and you're just a tool man who can warm my bed."