Chapter 1181: Chapter 1181: I Won’t Give You Such a Chance Chapter 1181: Chapter 1181: I Won’t Give You Such a Chance However, Qiao Yin couldn’t afford an assistant like Yuanshan for the ti being.
Excluding the bonus, the yearly salary that Lu Lingche offered him was over one million, whereas the most her clinic could make in a busy month was rely one hundred thousand or one hundred and eighty thousand, and that was only if there were plenty of patients.
She still had to properly manage Shen Song Hospital, and once Shen Song was running well and she was earning more, she could then hire a reliable assistant.
The grilled fish and chicken at this agritourism spot were delicious, and Qiao Yin inadvertently ate a bit too much, “It’s so delicious, too tasty!”
Seeing her satisfied as she ate, Lu Lingche’s lips curled into a smile, “If you like it, I’ll bring you here more often.”
Qiao Yin, however, said, “No need, just give the address. Next ti I’ll co with Yanxi, and I can also bring Grandma and Granny; they’re sure to love it too.”
Lu Lingche was sowhat helpless, she always thought of Lu Yanxi first whenever there was tasty food and often wanted to leave him out, preferring to co just with Lu Yanxi.
He lightly tapped her forehead, “No, you can only co to eat with !”
Qiao Yin ignored him and quietly noted the na of the agritourism spot, planning to just look up the address later.
She decided to bring Grandma and Granny here for grilled fish and chicken once they returned from their trip.
After lunch, Lu Lingche took Qiao Yin to Hot Spring Manor, and perhaps because she had eaten too much, she accidentally fell asleep while soaking in the hot spring.
When she woke up, an hour had passed, and she found herself lying very comfortably in Lingche’s arms.
Qiao Yin couldn’t help but touch his arm, “Aren’t your arms sore?”
“Sore, but you were sleeping so soundly, I didn’t dare move; I was afraid of waking you.”
“Silly, you should have carried indoors to sleep.”
“No need, sleeping here is great. Soaking in the hot spring, it eases the fatigue and soreness from skiing this morning,” he replied.
Qiao Yin looked at him intently, eventually unable to restrain herself, “You really don’t have to be so nice to . I’ve told you, you’ve already given a substantial divorce compensation, you don’t owe anything. If you’re too nice to , it makes uneasy.”
Lu Lingche squeezed her rosy cheeks, whispering softly, “I’m not being nice to you because I owe you. I’m nice to you because I like you, and besides, if I aren’t nice to you, you might turn to other n. I won’t give you that chance.”
He helped Qiao Yin stand up, wrapped her in a large bath towel, and then carried her towards the indoors, “We’ve soaked enough; it’s ti to head ho.”
“What ti is it? Are we going back already?”
Lu Lingche laughed softly, “Haven’t had enough fun? Don’t worry, I’ll take you out again tomorrow.”
Qiao Yin, however, shook her head, “No more playing, I have to work tomorrow. There are patients waiting for to treat them.”
Although going out was relaxing and fun, one day was fine, but two days made her feel uneasy.
This was a repercussion of having quit her job to be a full-ti housewife when she first married Lu Lingche and then being divorced afterwards.
So no matter how nice Lu Lingche was to her, she wouldn’t make the sa mistake again.
She couldn’t continue staying with him tomorrow, and Lu Lingche felt a bit dejected, but he knew that Qiao Yin was very dedicated to her work and that taking a day off to have fun was already a limit for her.
Who was to bla? Probably himself.
Back when she quit her job to stay at ho, he never thought of taking her out, and now that he wanted to make up for it, she was no longer the little girl who would just wait in place for him.
The ride ho took more than an hour, and by the ti they arrived, it had already grown dark.
The snow was still falling, and a white layer had accumulated in the courtyard of the villa.
After getting out of the car, Qiao Yin scooped up so snow and made a tiny snowman.
She was very pleased with her creation, showing the snowman to Lu Lingche, “Look, isn’t it cute?”
Lu Lingche nodded, “Cute.” He wasn’t really impressed by the snowman; in fact, he thought she was the cute one.
He took the snowman from her hands and placed it on the snow, then reached for her hand to warm hers, “Your fingers are frozen like red carrots, isn’t that cold?”
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