Xia Qingshan

Lu Lingche, heir to a prestigious family, is known for his handsome, aloof, cold, and obstinate demeanor, showing disdain for all women. Qiao Yin silently loved him for five years, sacrificing everything with the belief that she could warm his icy heart. However, just three months into their marriage, he planned to abandon her for another woman.
What did he mean by holding disdain for all women? It seemed that he was only holding disdain for her! Despite her broken heart, Qiao Yin embarked on a new life that led to a spectacular career, making her a top leader in her industry. When she encountered Lu Lingche again, his shock was palpable: "The competitor who cost me so much is you?"
Responding with a gentle smile, Qiao Yin greeted him: "President Lu, nice to see you." While Lu Lingche remained well-dressed, cold, and rational during the day, in the quiet of the night, he lost control, embracing her tightly and pleading, "What do you want? I will give you anything. Don't leave me."
"President Lu, I already have a fiancé."
"He's now tied up on the rooftop. You have two choices. He dies and you marry me. Or he lives and I die?"
Perplexed, Qiao Yin questioned, "Weren't you the one who wanted the divorce? Where is your so-called heart's desire?" 
"You have been my heart's desire all this time!"

My Billionaire Exhusband Grovels Me After Divorce

A twinge went through Qiao Yin's heart as she listened. She wrapped her arm around her younger brother's waist and leaned her head against his back. "Why won't you listen? Why are you working part-time? Your first year is essential, the curriculum is substantial too. Don't lose sight of what's truly important." 


"I attend classes normally during the day and only work at night. As I'm under 18, most places won't hire me. This new mall needed people and the pay is not bad." 


As he said this, he pulled out some money from his pocket and passed it back, "Here, you spend it!" 


Looking at his dirty hands, and the money stained with his sweat, Qiao Yin's tears started to fall again. 


Never before had she resented herself as much as she did now, hated herself for being unable to earn money, causing her underage brother to bear the pressures of life. 


He was just sixteen. Who knows how many times he encountered setbacks before securing this job. 


Chapter 48: Have We Fallen To This Level of Poverty?