My Billionaire Exhusband Grovels Me After Divorce-Chapter 918 - You Smell Pretty Good

Chapter 918: Chapter 918: You Smell Pretty Good

Chapter 918: Chapter 918: You Smell Pretty Good

Qiao Yin, having been a worker herself, remained conscious enough even in her drunken state to say, “Don’t, don’t deduct his bonus. I don’t think it’s shaking anymore, not shaking at all. His driving is quite steady.”

Lu Lingche looked down at her, feeling both heartache and amusement. He shouldn’t have let her drink so much; he had almost drunk her into a stupor. But today, both he and she had indeed been unusually happy, and the alcohol had flowed more freely than they realized.

However, the inebriated Qiao Yin didn’t quite know how to resist, and now she snuggled obediently in his embrace, her eyes hazy, her entire body limp and pliable.

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Lu Lingche’s usually stoic heart softened because of her. He adjusted his arms to make her more comfortable and asked her softly, “Do you want to come home with me?”

Qiao Yin’s heart skipped a beat, and she sobered up a little, “No! Lu Lingche, I’m not drunk. Don’t think about tricking me into going to your place!”

Lu Lingche couldn’t help but chuckle; she was so drunk she couldn’t tell if it was her head spinning or the car shaking, yet she claimed she wasn’t drunk.

He touched her face, which had reverted back to its natural state, and looked at her beauty that could make any man’s heart flutter, feeling a slight tremble in his own.

He said softly, “I’m not teasing you anymore, I’ll take you to Grandma’s place. Just don’t forget about our bet.”

“I haven’t forgotten. You said you’d kiss Xie Xingchen!”

The assistant, Yuanshan, who was driving in front, nearly lost control of the car when he heard her words!

No way, has the boss gone mad? Making such a bet with Qiao Yin? Does Xie Xingchen know about this? Is he willing to let the boss kiss him? They’ve all gone mad!

Lu Lingche didn’t notice his assistant’s shock at the moment; all his attention was on Qiao Yin. He asked her tenderly, “You really want me to kiss him? What benefit do you get out of my kissing him?”

Qiao Yin furrowed her brow, pondering for a long time but failing to come up with an answer, “I think I drank a bit too much; my brain isn’t working. I’ll answer you tomorrow.”

Lu Lingche laughed, “It seems you’re not too badly drunk if you still know your brain isn’t working.”

Qiao Yin, leaning on him and feeling comfortable, said drowsily, “You smell really nice, like the scent of pine wood. From now on, use this perfume.”

“Alright, I’ll remember that,” he replied.

He wasn’t wearing any perfume; he had merely used the herbal soap she made.

The problem was, he had nearly run out of the soap, and it might be difficult to maintain the scent in the future.

He wrapped his arms tighter around her waist, already scheming about the next bet he would make with her—let’s make the stake ten bars of that herbal soap.

Qiao Yin fell asleep not long after, having stayed up until three in the morning to edit a video for Lu Lingche, then with little sleep and plenty of alcohol today, it was remarkable she had stayed awake for so long.

When they arrived at the Old Madam’s villa, Lu Lingche carried Qiao Yin out of the car.

Knowing that the two of them had not yet returned, the Old Madam had specifically instructed the servants to leave the lights on for them.

The villa was very quiet; the elderly and the servants had already gone to bed. Lu Lingche carried Qiao Yin silently into the living room and steadily went upstairs.

The warm yellow light shone on Qiao Yin’s sleeping face, making her look gentle and beautiful.

Lu Lingche looked down, watching her closely without turning his gaze away the entire way.

It was the same room Qiao Yin had stayed in before; Lu Lingche carried her in and placed her on the bed.

The effects of the alcohol made Qiao Yin sleep deeply, so deeply that she didn’t wake up even when Lu Lingche took off her coat.

A fresh set of pajamas lay on the bedside table. Lu Lingche hesitated for a moment but decided not to change her into them. Changing her clothes might wake her up, and if she woke to find him undressing her, she would definitely be angry.

Lu Lingche brushed the hair from her cheek, touched her face, and then went to the end of the bed to take off her shoes.

When Lu Yanxi came back, she saw Lu Lingche half-kneeling by the bed, carefully removing Qiao Yin’s shoes.