My Billionaire Exhusband Grovels Me After Divorce-Chapter 849 - : President Lu Reads to Learn "High EQ

Chapter 849 -849: President Lu Reads to Learn “High EQ

Lu Lingche stood up and walked back to her: “You indeed did this to your face on purpose, didn’t you? At first, I thought it was to scare Hou Jinhua or Gu Chengqiao, but it turns out it was to scare me?”

“It doesn’t matter who it was for, as long as it scared you, it was worth it.”

“You can’t scare me.”

“Is that so? Then why did President Lu just now say that it was good enough you didn’t find me disgusting? It’s obvious that you can’t stand my face either.”

“Who told you that looking at your face made me lose my appetite? If I really despised your face, would I kiss you? I don’t care what you turn into. It’s you, always finding faults in me every single day.”

“I didn’t ask for your kiss, I just find you unpleasant to look at and pick on you, can you leave now? I don’t want to see you.”

Lu Lingche, hearing her starting to chase people away again, knew that he must have again provoked her due to his low EQ.

He wanted to say more, but Qiao Yin didn’t give him a chance, walking straight out of the office to continue treating her patients.

Lu Lingche slightly frowned, watched her leave with a sigh, and then also left her office.

The assistant saw his gloomy expression, stepped forward, and asked in a low voice, “President Lu, did you make Miss Qiao angry again?”

Lu Lingche gave him a cold glance: “Why the gossip? Have you been too relaxed with your work lately?”

“No, it’s an assistant’s duty to share the boss’s concerns. Your main task of pursuing your wife isn’t going smoothly, and of course, I should try to help. After all, if you’re happy, my days are also better.”

The word “wife” unexpectedly made Lu Lingche feel a bit more comfortable. He asked indifferently, “Do you have any ideas?”

“I bought you a few books, which might be helpful for your current predicament.”

It was only when Lu Lingche got into the car that he saw the books the assistant handed over.

Charismatic Speaking: Making People Like You, Teach You to Understand a Woman’s Heart in a Minute, Three Sentences to Warm Her All Day, Good Men’s Killing Techniques for Loving Women.

Lu Lingche started frowning at the titles, his icy gaze sweeping across his assistant’s face like a knife.

The assistant knew he was being questioned and hurriedly said, “President Lu, don’t judge the books by their somewhat cheesy titles, but the content is quite substantial. You can read them, learn a few tricks. You can’t use the same method you manage the Corporation in pursuing Miss Qiao, or you’ll just push her further away.”

Lu Lingche’s frown deepened, yet it also seemed to make some sense?

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He lowered his head and with half doubt, half belief, flipped open a book and started reading.

Qiao Yin didn’t know that Lu Lingche had already started learning “high EQ” skills from books. She learned from the nurse that he had left and felt relieved.

Patient 517, seeing her visibly relaxed demeanor, asked hesitantly, “Doctor Qiao, was the person just now your friend? Is he pursuing you?”

Qiao Yin shook her head decisively: “Not a friend. How could he possibly be my friend? He’s more like my enemy.”

“Enemy? If he’s your enemy, then he’s my enemy too.”

Qiao Yin laughed: “That’s not necessary. My conflicts with others are my own business. You should make friends as you please, without having to worry about me.”

Patient 517 just smiled without saying a word.

He actually felt a somewhat inexplicable sense of familiarity with Qiao Yin’s “friend”. This feeling had appeared for the second time, the first time was towards Qiao Yin herself.

He felt that before his amnesia, he might have known Qiao Yin’s friend.

Even, he might have known Qiao Yin herself.

Unfortunately, his face was disfigured, and his vocal cords were damaged too, so even if he knew them, they couldn’t recognize him.

He felt anxious inside. He was eager to recover his memory because he had a vague feeling that before he lost his memory, there was something very important that he had to do; but now, he had no idea what that was.