My Billionaire Exhusband Grovels Me After Divorce

Chapter 516 – Doctor Qiao, is this your boyfriend?

It was already close to nine o’clock, and Qiao Yin was certainly not planning to go back to Dongfang Mu; instead, she was heading to Shensong Hospital to carry out treatment for the two vegetative patients there.

She was determined to wake them from their vegetative state and was thus unwilling to interrupt their treatment.

No matter how late it was, she intended to visit the hospital.

Once she drove off from the Villa, Qiao Yin noticed Lu Lingche’s car trailing behind hers.

She had no energy to question what Lu Lingche was up to, so if he wanted to follow her, she would allow it.

As long as her identity as Godkiller wasn’t unveiled, and anything else was revealed, she wouldn’t be afraid.

Upon arriving at Shensong Hospital, Qiao Yin parked her car and just wanted to head towards the lobby when she noticed Lu Lingche getting out of his car, following her.

This made Qiao Yin no longer able to tolerate, she turned around, glaring at Lu Lingche with asking, “You’re following me late at night; are you not afraid of people gossiping? Have you forgotten that you’re already married?”

“I’m not afraid of what people say,” Lu Lingche replied.

“Well, I am. I do not wish to be misunderstood as destroying your marriage, nor be criticized as a mistress. So I urge you, President Lu, to stop following me.”

“Have I become that unbearable?” he retorted.

“How did President Lu reply back when he refused to go shopping with me previously? ‘You said your reputation was vast, it’s easy for people to recognize me, it’s inconvenient,’ now how has it become convenient?”

“Did I say that?”

“You’re denying this, huh?”

“I’m not denying it; I just honestly can’t remember,” he reluctantly confessed.

Lu Lingche felt like this version of Qiao Yin is bristling with thorns; he only needed to get slightly closer to be hurt.

But even if it meant he’d get hurt, he still wanted to move closer.

He turned to his assistant: “Yuanshan, give me a mask,” he demanded.

The assistant immediately fetched a mask from the car and handed it over.

Lu Lingche put on the mask, lowered his voice and asked Qiao Yin, “Is this acceptable now?”

Realizing she wouldn’t be able to drive him away since she was in a hurry to perform the treatment, Qiao Yin grudgingly nodded her head. Then asked, “Do you have a hat?”

The assistant promptly handed over a hat.

Lu Lingche took it and put it on, finally concealing his face, which was highly recognizable.

Only then did Qiao Yin stop talking and turned around to head to the hospital lobby.

There was only one nurse on duty in the lobby, but they weren’t the same one from yesterday.

Noticing the tall and straight-up male figure following behind her, the nurse started gossiping, asking Qiao Yin, “Doctor Qiao, is this your boyfriend? He’s so handsome!”

Qiao Yin looked at Lu Lingche, who wore a hat and mask, concealing everything but his eyes. ‘Could he even be considered good-looking like this?’ she wondered to herself.

She couldn’t help but shake her head: “He’s not my boyfriend, and he’s not handsome. Otherwise, he wouldn’t need a mask to cover his face.”

The duty nurse could only shift praise: “Even if he isn’t handsome, it doesn’t matter. Your friend has a charismatic nature similar to a noble heir from television dramas. Plus, his figure could make him a model.”

There was indeed something outstanding about Lu Lingche. Anyone with eyesight could see that, and Qiao Yin even found it hard in her own conscience to say he didn’t look charismatic.

She could only manage to smile at the nurse before entering the elevator.

Lu Lingche followed her in: “Are you implying that I’m not handsome?”

Qiao Yin nodded: “Hmmm, not handsome.”

Then what do you consider handsome?”

“Definitely not your style.”

Lu Lingche’s face soured, and he changed the subject abruptly: “You weren’t going to see Dongfang Mu, why didn’t you tell me when I asked? So you just let me misunderstand you?”

“You have misunderstood a lot about me. I am afraid I’d be dead if I explained everything to you.”

Qiao Yin’s voice was cold: “Isn’t President Lu the same? Never explaining his actions to others. ”

In the past, Lu Lingche was indeed this type of character. It was only after being hurt so many times by Qiao Yin, he eventually discovered this character trait would merely result in additional misunderstandings from those around him.