Chapter 362: Chapter 362

When Lu Jingchen saw Song Qiao looking like that, he immediately realized that his own attitude was problematic, but at that moment he couldn’t swallow his pride, and with a bit of anger, he glanced at Song Qiao and then stood up, heading towards the staircase.

At this time, Mrs. Chen had just come out from the kitchen and saw Lu Jingchen walking upstairs, feeling curious but still said, "Sir, dinner is ready, we can start eating now."

"I’m not eating." The man said emotionlessly and continued towards the upstairs, his tone as cold as could be, as if containing infinite rage.

The servants around were startled by their master’s anger and hurriedly focused on their own tasks, trying to minimize their presence.

Mrs. Chen hadn’t expected this result and felt somewhat puzzled. Clearly, she did not understand why the master had suddenly become so furiously angry without any apparent reason.

Her gaze fell on Song Qiao, who looked somewhat lonely standing there, and Mrs. Chen walked over, "Madam, isn’t the master eating dinner?"

Song Qiao snapped back to reality, her somewhat pale face making her look slightly desolate, yet she still managed a smile and said, "Maybe he’s not hungry, I am, let’s go eat."

With that, she went directly to the dining room.

The standard four dishes and one soup, all were dishes that both she and Lu Jingchen liked, but Song Qiao seemed to have no appetite, drank just a bowl of soup, ate half a bowl of rice, and then had someone clear it away.

She walked straight upstairs, opened the door to the bedroom which was engulfed in darkness, not a single light turned on. She reached her hand to switch on the crystal lamp, yet she did not see Lu Jingchen’s figure in the room.

She turned to look towards the study, saw the light spilling from the gap under the door, and was sure that Lu Jingchen was in the study.

Song Qiao didn’t stand at the door for too long. She directly entered the bedroom, took a nightgown from the wardrobe, and went into the bathroom.

At that moment, she was not in a good mood, in fact, her mood was very bad.

The words of Lu Jingchen seemed still to echo in her ears, shattering the confidence she had barely managed to muster.

Especially that sentence ’What right do you have to invite her over’ directly made her realize that Lu Jingchen was decisively making her aware of her own status.

Inside the study, Lu Jingchen sat in the chair, his laptop was already turned on showing the desktop, but he was just staring at it, lost in thought, his expression ominously dark and completely still.

After a long while, he took out his phone and sent a text message.

Lin Musen, who was drinking with friends, opened his phone and immediately saw the message from Lu Jingchen. It contained just a few words, but it was a question.

’What to do if a woman is hard to control?’

Lin Musen couldn’t control himself and spat out a mouthful of water, spraying the young man sitting across him.

The young man, clearly not expecting to get sprayed while he was about to talk to Lin Musen, was momentarily stunned and then said with a crying tone, "Brother, I was just using your car to send a lady home. Do you have to treat me ? Was it necessary to spray me with this expensive liquor...?"

Lin Musen glanced at him indifferently and casually handed him a few tissues, his tone detached, "Sorry, it wasn’t intentional. Wipe it off yourself."

The young man was momentarily stunned, hesitated to take the tissue from Lin Musen, and looked at him with a strange expression, hesitantly saying, "Bro, did you take the wrong medication today?"

Actually, apologizing to him? That was as improbable as the sun rising from the west.

In the past, getting an apology from Lin Musen would have been nothing short of a miracle.

But now, she actually heard her fifth brother apologizing to her.

The young man was suddenly terrified and dared not accept the tissue that Lin Musen handed to him, as if the tissue was a dose of poison.

Lin Musen raised his eyes to glance at him, and spoke unhurriedly, "Don’t want it?"

The young man started, quickly accepted it, and said, "Yes, yes... Thank you, fifth brother."

He wiped his face, which had some alcohol on it, in a somewhat flustered manner, without saying a word. At this moment, the shadows in his heart were slowly forming, and the change in the fifth brother’s attitude was truly unbelievable, even a bit terrifying.

Lin Musen paid no attention to him and instead focused on his phone, suspecting he was hallucinating, or that perhaps he wasn’t opening it right. He checked several times before confirming that this message was indeed sent by Lu Jingchen.

He began to compose a message shakily, checked it a few times, and then clicked send.

"Young Master Lu, did your sister-in-law give you a hard time?"

At this moment, Lu Jingchen was sitting in the study, glanced at the message, and edited another message, but it wasn’t much different from the first one.

"I’m asking you, what if a woman is too hard to manage?"

Lin Musen saw this message and almost bit his own tongue, and after a long while, he edited another message and sent it, "Women need to be coaxed, just be a bit nicer and more patient, and there shouldn’t be any problems."

Lu Jingchen glanced at the message in front of him, feeling that it was utterly useless, and abruptly threw his phone onto the desk, not bothering with it anymore.

Lin Musen waited for a long time without receiving a reply, and thinking there might be a problem with his signal, started waving his phone around, checking here and there, making everyone around think he was behaving abnormally.

Lu Jingchen stayed in the study until ten o’clock, then got up and went straight back to the bedroom.

In the bedroom, Song Qiao was already under the covers, sleeping; it was unclear whether she was actually asleep or just pretending.

The man with thin lips glanced at her and went straight into the walk-in closet to get a bathrobe, and then walked into the bathroom.

As soon as Lu Jingchen entered, Song Qiao woke up, lifted her head to glance at the bedside lamp, and only completely opened her eyes after the bathroom door closed.

Sounds of water echoed from the bathroom; suddenly, Song Qiao remembered something, sat up quickly, and looked anxiously towards the bathroom, her hand unconsciously tightening on the covers.

Lu Jingchen’s gunshot wound had not yet healed, and it was just the time when it was scabbing, he really shouldn’t be in contact with water. What if it gets infected?

Song Qiao sat on the bed, her mind somewhat blank, and stared dazedly at the bathroom door, unsure of what to do for a moment.

A few minutes later, Lu Jingchen came out of the bathroom, his hair clearly washed, now dripping wet, wearing a bathrobe loosely tied, revealing a glimpse of his chest, and the bandage was clearly removed. Read full story at NoveI~Fire.net

Song Qiao, who had been waiting with a medical box, saw this scene, and indeed, as she had expected, this man really did let his wound come into contact with water; he really doesn’t take care of himself.

Lu Jingchen came out and saw Song Qiao sitting on the bed with the medical box in front of her, his eyes flickered, but he said nothing, continuing to dry his hair with a towel and walked to the other side.

She bit her lip, thought for a moment, and still looked up at Lu Jingchen and spoke, "Your wound got wet, let me help you apply medicine and rebandage it."

"No need." The man didn’t look at her and coldly spat out two words.