Chapter 357: Chapter 357 He’s Dying

Qiao Yin smiled at her grandmother and then walked out of the house with her bag.

She drove ahead, with Qiao Haidong trailing behind her, obviously worried that she wouldn’t go to Shengling Group.

Nine o’clock in the evening.

Qiao Yin arrived at Shengling Group.

In the midst of the heavy rain, the office building of Shengling Group was dimly lit. Only a few scattered areas were lit, including Lu Lingche’s office.

The security guard outside spotted her arrival and immediately reported it to the CEO’s assistant.

In the CEO’s office, the assistant truthfully relayed the news to Lu Lingche.

Lu Lingche stood by the floor-to-ceiling window and responded indifferently.

He had already seen her car, and even Qiao Haidong’s car following hers.

Today, did she come to beg him willingly, or was she forced to come by Qiao Haidong?

It seemed more like the latter.

He normally disliked rain because of Lan Yuyi, but surprisingly, he felt okay with it now that Qiao Yin had arrived.

Had he gone mad?

She had arbitrarily decided to terminate his child, he should strangle her to death. Why were his feelings about the weather influenced by her?

Someone knocked on the door.

The assistant opened the door, “Miss Qiao, please come in.”

“Thank you.”

Upon entering the office, Qiao Yin saw Lu Lingche standing next to the floor-to-ceiling window, his back towards her.

She took a deep breath and quietly called out, “President Lu.”

Lu Lingche still didn’t turn around. He spoke indifferently, “Yuanshan, leave.”

The assistant acknowledged his instruction and left immediately.

Only Qiao Yin and Lu Lingche were left in the office.

The atmosphere was eerie, even slightly oppressive.

Their last encounter had been unpleasant. Qiao Yin had been nearly choked to death, and Lu had been slapped by her.

But now Qiao Yin needed his help, so she initiated the conversation again, “Lu Lingche, I need a favor.”

Lu Lingche finally turned around, “Is that how you ask for help?”

Qiao Yin felt his request was absurd. She had already been polite, even using the word “please.”

She knew it, he was bound to make it difficult for her as soon as she stepped in.

“How do you want it then, you want me to kneel and beg you?”

Lu Lingche stared at her coldly. Even though she was acting tough, mentioning kneeling before him, her attitude seemed more like she wanted him to kneel before her.

He coldly said, “Come here, why are you standing so far away from me?”

Qiao Yin took one step closer, yet still kept three to four meters away from him, “I’m afraid you’ll choke me.”

Lu Lingche was taken aback by her remark.

He did want to strangle her, but the thought of how panicked he was when he had indeed choked her out of breath last time only remained in his mind.

“I won’t choke you anymore. Approach me. I’m not afraid of you slapping me, what are you afraid of?”

Qiao Yin didn’t move. He remarkably held a grudge.

She tapped into her lifetime acting skills, apologizing with sincere voice, “I’m sorry, I was too impulsive the last time. Please, let bygones be bygones.”

Lu Lingche could now tell when she was being sincere or not. He didn’t really care about that slap, so naturally, he didn’t pay attention to her fake apology either.

He said indifferently, “I have a video of Qiao Jiasen. Don’t you want to see it?”

Qiao Yin rushed beside him as soon as she heard those words, asking anxiously, “Where is it? Let me see it!”

With Qiao Yin now by his side, Lu Lingche felt slightly relieved. He took out his mobile phone, “Prepare yourself mentally before you watch.”

Qiao Yin felt a sudden drop in her heart, “What happened to him?”

“Nothing much, he just got a little hurt.”

After saying that, Lu Lingche opened a video.

The video was short, only two minutes long.

But by the time Qiao had finished watching, she was already in tears. She tried to suppress her sobbing, “You call this a little hurt? He’s covered in blood!”

If he was only bleeding, that wouldn’t be the worst part. He was incessantly fighting with someone, fighting frantically as if life did not matter to him.

His opponent did not show any mercy either. The blows landing on his frail body caused him to throw up blood repeatedly.

In her desperation, Qiao Yin abruptly grabbed onto Lu Lingche’s arm, “Lu Lingche, please save my brother! He’s dying, please save him!”