My Billionaire Exhusband Grovels Me After Divorce Chapter 1236 - 1236 1236 My Brother is Not My Dads

Chapter 1236: Chapter 1236: My Brother is Not My Dad’s Biological Child Chapter 1236: Chapter 1236: My Brother is Not My Dad’s Biological Child Qiao Yin detected the panic in his voice, surprising her that he still harbored such worries and cared so much about her.

“Okay, it won’t happen again.”

After she spoke, she realized that she had implicitly agreed to the possibility of staying at his house again in the future.

She struggled to pull her hand away from his, not wanting to make a scene at her mother’s tomb: “Let’s go, I’ve already paid my respects to my mom.”

Lu Lingche glanced at the tombstone. He had co in such a hurry to find Qiao Yin that he hadn’t bought anything. He straightened his clothes and bowed deeply toward the tombstone: “Mom, I’ll take care of Qiao Yin from now on, please rest assured.”

Panicking, Qiao Yin pulled at him, “What are you randomly saying? My mom doesn’t need your respects! Don’t spout nonsense in front of her grave, I don’t need your care!”

When they had gotten married, he had never co to pay respects at her mother’s tomb, nor had he ever called her mom.

Now that they were already divorced, he was calling her mom again; she hoped it wouldn’t startle her own mother!

Lu Lingche, however, took the opportunity to grasp Qiao Yin’s hand firmly: “I’m not talking nonsense. I should have called her mom. Whenever you co to pay respects to her, I’ll accompany you.”

Qiao Yin tried to shake off his hand, but after several attempts she couldn’t. She simply pulled him hurriedly towards the cetery’s exit: “I don’t need your company, nor do I need you to call her mom. She’s my mom, and I can do it by myself. She wouldn’t like you calling her that.”

Lu Lingche was led out of the cetery by her, tipping the umbrella to her side, “How do you know she wouldn’t like it? Maybe she would.”

“You’re dreaming, how could my mom possibly like it?”

After Qiao Yin pulled him out of the cetery, she let go of his hand and plunged her hands into the pockets of her down jacket to warm them: “Don’t co here again. This is a private cetery, you can’t enter without the family’s permission.”

Lu Lingche initially felt that their relationship had progressed sowhat, but now he felt it was just his imagination. She was still pushing him away, showing no intention of closing the distance between them.

He could only drop the previous topic to avoid really upsetting her.

“You’re still running a fever, why did you suddenly co back to your hotown to pay respects to your mom? Couldn’t it wait until you were better? If your mom knew you’d co this far with a fever, she’d be worried.”

“I drank so ginger soup and even did so acupuncture on myself; I’m feeling much better now.”

Walking along a country road covered in flying snowflakes, Qiao Yin actually felt quite good: “And anyway, since I have a fever and can’t go to work, I took the opportunity to co and visit my mom, and to tell her that the real culprit has been caught, so she can be at peace.”

As she spoke, she rembered the matter with Fang Liuye and asked Lu Lingche, “How about you, did Fang Liuye say anything to you?”

Lu Lingche turned to look at her, speaking softly, “Indeed, she ntioned sothing, sothing I had never considered before.”

Qiao Yin instinctively wanted to ask what it was, but stopped herself just as she was about to say it.

She shouldn’t be delving too deeply into their conversation. There were so secrets Lu Lingche wouldn’t tell her, and she didn’t need to know.

However, the more she refrained from asking, the more Lu Lingche wanted to tell her: “Why don’t you ask what it is? I thought you’d want to know.”

Qiao Yin glanced at him: “I thought you didn’t want to know, which is why you spoke in half-sentences.”

Lu Lingche shook his head helplessly: “I was just teasing you a bit; how does that an I didn’t want you to know? Is there anything now that you can’t know? It’s just that what Fang Liuye told was so surprising that I didn’t know how to tell you.”

Now Qiao Yin was also intrigued; she had never seen Lu Lingche hesitate so much. He was usually decisive, rarely dragging his feet.

Unable to hold back, she asked him, “What is it, then? Can you stop beating around the bush?”

Lu Lingche gave a wry smile: “Fang Liuye said, my older brother isn’t my dad’s biological son. He’s the child of Yao Suhe and her forr fiancé.”

Qiao Yin’s pupils trembled: “What? Lu Shengqing isn’t your father’s son?!”

That’s impossible!