Chapter 404 - Chapter 404: Chapter 404: The Ingenious Use of Ghost Stories

Chapter 404: Chapter 404: The Ingenious Use of Ghost Stories

The assistant scratched his head: “You shouldn’t have asked that, you’ve really made Miss Qiao angry now, how are you going to coax her!”

“Why should I?”

“If you don’t coax her, she’ll really end up with Dongfang Mu, can you bear that?”

No, he couldn’t.

Lu Lingche’s face turned icy cold.

But he did not know how to appease women.

Especially Qiao Yin, she has become increasingly elusive to him, he could no longer discern her likes and dislikes.

Right, she loved horror films.

“Go buy some books on horror stories, the scarier the better.”

“President Lu, didn’t you already ask me to buy some before?”

“Those were not scary enough, go buy more.”

“Yes, sir.”

The assistant sighed.

He knew that Lu Lingche didn’t enjoy this sort of thing. He wasn’t afraid of ghosts or gods because he was like a devil himself.

He was probably doing this to scare Qiao Yin again.

The boss’s way of coaxing — truly unique.

Meanwhile.

Although Qiao Yin had already driven into the residential area, she hadn’t returned to her apartment building.

She parked the car on an empty ground, trying hard to wipe her tears to calm herself down.

But the tears wouldn’t stop flowing, and her emotions refused to stabilize.

The pain in her heart was so intense that she could hardly breathe.

Lu Lingche actually doubted the child wasn’t his!

Idiot!

Of course, the child was his!

The one in Lan Yuyi’s belly was the one he should be doubting, but he never seemed to question Lan Yuyi. He trusted Lan Yuyi so much that he didn’t believe her.

He always found ways to hurt her, to jab a knife into her wound just when she thought it had healed, making it even deeper.

The pain spread to every bone in her body, enveloping her so tightly that she had no energy to struggle.

But her grandmother was waiting for her to come home for dinner, she couldn’t continue crying like this.

She opened her phone and started listening to ghost stories on an audio app.

Soon, the ghost stories absorbed her attention, and with the pitch-black surroundings and the eerie shadows of the trees, the air was filled with terror.

Qiao Yin shivered!

This is so scary!

So terrifying!

She needed to go home quickly!

The fear ousted the heart-wrenching pain. Qiao Yin stopped crying, took out her compact powder, covered up the traces of shedding tears, and quickly drove back to her apartment building.

Seeing the soft yellow light from the second floor of her apartment, and her grandmother waiting for her on the balcony, Qiao Yin finally felt warmth in her heart.

She waved at her grandmother from the car: “Grandmother, I’m back! The road was a little congested, so I got back late!”

Shen Yujun smiled and nodded, “It’s okay, it doesn’t matter if you’re late, just drive slowly on the road.”

Qiao Yin grabbed her bag, climbed out of the car, and ran upstairs. The moment she got in, she hugged her grandmother: “Grandma, I’m so hungry!”

“I made chestnut cake for you, and there’s sour and spicy fish and roasted chicken wings, go wash your hands quickly!”

Qiao Yin agreed and ran to the restroom to wash her hands.

While washing her hands, she checked her reflection in the mirror.

Thankfully, even though her eyes were slightly red, there were no obvious traces of her crying. If grandmother asked, she would just say her eyes were red from staring at the computer for work.

Luckily, during dinner, because she was starving and ate so fiercely, her grandmother was happy to see her appetite and didn’t ask anything.

Just as she finished eating and let out a sigh of relief, there was a knock on their door.

From outside came the pleading voice of Qiao Haidong: “Qiao Yin, open the door, help me!”

Qiao Yin and her grandmother exchanged glances, both saw helplessness and impatience in each other’s eyes.

Once she opened the door, Qiao Haidong immediately stepped in: “Qiao Yin, I still can’t sell my herbs, please help me persuade Lu Lingche! The herbs really cannot be kept stale any longer!”