Chapter 364: Chapter 364

Song Qiao furrowed her eyebrows, even with her patience, she couldn’t withstand this kind of attrition. Taking a deep breath and staying silent for a while, she finally spoke in a light tone towards the man, "If you agree to a divorce, I have no objections."

Lu Jingchen lowered his gaze at her, between his brows was the recently emerged chill, "Give me a reason why you want a divorce."

"Don’t you feel that maintaining this marriage is very exhausting?" Song Qiao pursed her lips, her eyes steadily watching the man’s handsome face, she raised her hand to straighten her somewhat disheveled hair and smiled abruptly. Speaking to herself, she said, "Maybe you don’t feel it, but Lu Jingchen... I’m tired, I feel I can’t keep up with this marriage anymore."

Upon hearing her words, the man’s face immediately turned extremely dark. A large hand firmly clasped her waist, the force was so great that she couldn’t move at all, imprisoning her right in front of himself. His voice was as low as water, reflecting his displeasure, "Song Qiao, do you even know what you’re talking about?"

The powerful grip around her waist made her feel as though it was about to break, the pain made her involuntarily furrow her eyebrows. Suppressing her dissatisfaction, she remained silent for a few seconds before speaking, "Of course I know what I’m saying, Lu Jingchen, haven’t you ever thought about what I said?"

Lu Jingchen lowered his gaze at her, his eyes seemingly flickering with warmth, his voice slightly hoarse, "Song Qiao, are you sentencing me to death now?"

"I’m not sentencing you to death."

Lu Jingchen’s handsome face suddenly cooled down, looking at her defiant face, he let out a low, cold laugh, "Thinking of divorce? I’ve really never thought about this issue, Song Qiao. You better take back what you said; I’ll pretend you never spoke it."

"But I’ve already said it." Her usually good temper suddenly snapped, the force from the man’s hand on her waist grew even stronger, making her feel like it really might break. Unable to help herself, she tried to pry it away, bit her lips and continued speaking, "I really hope you would consider a divorce, Lu Jingchen, I’m truly tired."

His strength was immense; she couldn’t break free, she stopped trying after a couple of attempts. Letting him grip her waist, she forcefully bit her lip, after a while, her face showed a radiant smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes, "Ms. Left has come back, right? If we get a divorce, you can be with her. Otherwise, are you planning to let her be a mistress?"

"What does Guan Yuqing have to do with this?" Lu Jingchen caught onto Song Qiao’s underlying implication immediately, furrowing his brow, then he looked at her face and smiled again, gripping her chin, "You suspect I’m having an affair with Yuqing?"

"No." She answered resolutely, feeling the atmosphere between them shifting inexplicably, making breathing seem difficult. Yet, she didn’t continue to explain, instead saying, "You got injured while saving her. Anyone with eyes can see her importance to you. I don’t know what you’re thinking, but for the sake of all three of us, don’t you think it’s better if we separate? Don’t worry, if we divorce, I won’t ask for your belongings. You already gave me five-hundred thousand when we got married..."

"If you didn’t say it, I would have almost forgotten why you married me." Lu Jingchen looked down at her delicate and gentle face, still very beautiful, his tone revealing an indescribable cold dominance. He sneered twice, still gripping her chin, "Originally, it was you who wanted to marry me, and I even gave you five-hundred thousand. In the end, it’s like you sold yourself to me, Song Qiao. Unless you return the five-hundred thousand, don’t even think about divorce."

Song Qiao’s face turned pale. After a while, she laughed softly, "I’ve indeed forgotten. I sold myself." This text is hosted at noveⅼfire.net

The man’s brows furrowed deeper, watching the smile on her face and the mockery between her brows, feeling inexplicably suffocated, the words on his lips failing to escape.

Feeling inexplicably irritable, he suddenly let go of Song Qiao’s chin and waist, flipped the blanket open, got out of bed from the other side, picked up the bathrobe lying there, and said towards Song Qiao, "You sleep here. I’ll go to the next room."

Song Qiao paused, just about to say something, her gaze fell on the man’s waist and she froze. The hand she had placed on the blanket involuntarily curled up, immediately calling out to him, "Your wound... let me dress it."

His wound, which had already stopped bleeding and started to scab, was somehow torn open again, perhaps due to their intense activity. Although not bleeding much, it still looked rather horrific.

The man glanced down and spoke indifferently with a cold tone, "No need."

With that, he didn’t turn his head and walked directly towards the door.

Song Qiao didn’t know what came over her, her body reacted faster than her brain. She suddenly threw off the blanket, jumped off the bed, and rushed to catch up to him, her voice even softer than before, "Your wound needs to be treated, what if it gets severely infected later?"

She always knew he tended not to care for himself, but she was still his wife for now and wouldn’t allow him to be reckless.

Having calmed down, she also realized she had been especially irritable today, the words she spoke had even crossed his bottom line.

Sometimes, even she didn’t understand what was going on with herself.

Lu Jingchen stopped in his tracks, his voice containing a hint of mockery as he suddenly turned around, lowered his head to look at her. His tone indifferent, "Provoking me with words, and now planning to care for me? Song Qiao, what do you take me for? Huh?"

Song Qiao looked up at his well-defined face, feeling a stifling sensation in her breath. Her hand, which was holding him, involuntarily started to loosen, a sudden feeling of discomfort overwhelming her heart.

Watching her gradually let go of herself, Lu Jingchen’s expression became even gloomier. He didn’t say a word and turned around to open the bedroom door and walked out, slamming the door shut with a loud ’bang’.

Looking at the closed door, Song Qiao bit her lip, walked back to the bed and sat down. Hesitating for a moment, she still took out her cellphone and called the family doctor to come over.

After Lu Jingchen walked out of the bedroom, he did not go to the guest room but instead went to the study.

Upon opening the door to the study, he immediately raised his hand and turned on all the lights inside. Since Song Qiao’s study had been used by Chu Munan and others for Yu Xia to perform surgery, Song Qiao thereafter shared a study with him. At this moment, next to his desk, there was another white desk added belonging to Song Qiao.

The next morning, when Song Qiao woke up, washed up, changed her clothes, and walked out of the bedroom, she glanced at the next room, saw the door closed, hesitated, but decided not to go over and turned to go downstairs instead.

"Madam, you’re up." As soon as Chen’s mother saw Song Qiao coming down, she immediately greeted her with a smile, "Breakfast is ready, would you like to eat now?"

Song Qiao nodded, looked around the dining room, but did not see Lu Jingchen’s figure, and, enduring her feelings, began to ask directly, "Hasn’t Lu Jingchen come down yet?"

"The sir went to the company early in the morning," Chen’s mother replied directly, "He even went without having breakfast, just had the driver take him to the company, I don’t know if something happened there."

Song Qiao froze suddenly, biting her lip, feeling inexplicably more distressed inside.

He left home for the office early in the morning, perhaps he didn’t want to see me.

"Madam, what’s wrong?" Chen’s mother, seeing Song Qiao standing there without speaking, immediately asked with some concern.

Song Qiao came back to her senses and shook her head quickly, "It’s nothing."

After breakfast, Song Qiao went straight to the office. Given all that had happened in the morning, her mood was not very high. Early in the morning, sitting at her desk, she just kept staring blankly at the blank computer screen.

Lu An’an, seeing her looking , could not help but start complaining, "Song Qiao, did you have a breakup? Why do you look half-dead?"

Song Qiao lazily looked up at her, fumbling with the mouse, but said, "It’s nothing, maybe I just ate too much and feel uncomfortable."

Lu An’an clearly didn’t believe it, and meaningfully added, "Is that so?"

Song Qiao raised her hand to rub her temples and said unhurriedly, "I didn’t sleep well last night, do you have any coffee?"

Lu An’an nodded, glanced at Song Qiao’s eyes, and then noticed she had very dark circles under her eyes. She walked back to her seat, took out a small box, and returned to her, "I have coffee beans and coffee powder here, as well as black coffee. What would you like?"

Song Qiao looked and picked out a small jar of black coffee, "Thanks."

Saying this, she went straight to the pantry.

Lu An’an watched Song Qiao’s retreating back, her eyes flickering, and eventually returned to her own seat, took out her phone from the drawer, and dialed Lu Jingchen’s number.

Currently, Lu Jingchen was in his office reviewing documents, his lips tightly sealed, his expression extremely stern as he sat there, and the head of a department was standing there, not daring to breathe, just waiting for Lu Jingchen to approve the documents so he could take them out.

After signing, he tossed the documents onto the desk and said indifferently, "Have the people from the design department come up here."

The manager breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward to gather his documents, "Alright, President," and then fled from the office as if escaping.