My Billionaire Exhusband Grovels Me After Divorce

Chapter 647: Chapter 647: Now We’ve Met a Real Tycoon, Haven’t We?

Qiao Yin acted as if she hadn’t heard, picking up her glass from the table, ready to drink again.

Lu Lingche covered her glass with his hand, “Don’t drink any more, the alcohol here can get you drunk very quickly.”

Qiao Yin suddenly turned to look at him: “President Lu, it’s better for us to keep our distance, there are many eyes here. If we’re photographed and it’s posted online, even jumping into the Yellow River wouldn’t clear my name.”

Looking at the sense of estrangement on her pretty and delicate face, Lu Lingche felt a sense of powerlessness.

He couldn’t delay things with Lan Yuyi anymore!Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Only by clarifying things to the public as soon as possible, could he pursue her openly.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t even be allowed to get close to her!

Seeing that he had stopped talking, Qiao Yin slightly twitched the corner of her lips, then tilted her head back and drained the glass of alcohol.

This was already her third drink.

Initially, she had planned to drink slowly to avoid getting drunk too quickly, but she didn’t know if it was due to the effects of the first two drinks, or her determination to oppose Lu Lingche, she ended up downing the whole thing uncontrollably.

All three drinks were ordered by Lu Yan Xi and each one was different. The last one she just finished called Mojito, a very popular drink in the bar, served with mint and lemon.

When Lu Yan Xi ordered it, she mentioned that this drink tasted like a first love.

Qiao Yin didn’t taste any reminiscence of her first love. Her first love was sitting right next to her, and she just wanted him to disappear. She didn’t want to relive it because it was bitter, not sweet.

However, once she drank it, it had a sweet and sour taste, a cool and refreshing feeling.

Feeling dizzy and light-headed, she unconsciously leaned back.

This bar was really great; even the sofa was comfortable, and she was reluctant to leave.

The volume of the music gradually increased, and the dance floor was again filled with men and women wriggling to the music while the neon lights flashed more swiftly and brightly.

At first, Qiao Yin thought the music was too loud, and it made her chest uncomfortable, but now she was used to it, feeling unusually relaxed as she drowned herself in the deafening music.

She slightly tilted her head and noticed that Lu Yan Xi and Xie Xingchen were huddled in close conversation, ignoring Chen Yuan. She couldn’t help but laugh.

Serves him right, Chen Yuan.

He borrowed one million eighty thousand yuan from Lu Yanxi without paying it back, yet he still pretends to be a wealthy man buying a new model BMW.

Now, he’s met with real wealth!

Although Qiao Yin herself doesn’t pursue luxury brands, she had liked Lu Lingche for so long and lived three months of married life with him. She had quite understanding of men’s attire and accessories.

The simple and neat shirt Xie Xingchen wore cost at least five digits.

And the watch he wore, a Patek Philippe, with a price over seven million and out of stock.

In contrast, Chen Yuan, even though he had dressed up carefully for the occasion, he lacked the ease and relaxed demeanor that Xie Xingchen embodied.

Since the arrival of Xie Xingchen, Chen Yuan’s expression had become unnatural, and his gaze was no longer as gentle; he was sitting there, drinking in solitude.

Qiao Yin wasn’t surprised by his reaction; what surprised her was Lu Yan Xi.

Didn’t Lu Yanxi care about Chen Yuan the most? Why did she leave him alone and busy herself with Xie Xingchen?

What was she talking about with Xie Xingchen? She seemed so engrossed and serious, totally ignoring the man she liked. It was strange.

Lu Lingche didn’t know what Qiao Yin was thinking; he only saw her staring at Xie Xingchen, and she was even laughing.

His face turned unpleasant.

He had used Xie Xingchen’s name to sell her car cheaply, would she fall for Xie Xingchen because of that?

Just as he was about to turn Qiao Yin’s head towards him, a voice full of surprise came from afar.

“Doctor Qiao, it really is you!”

Lu Lingche turned his head to look, and his face grew even colder.

Gu Jing!