Chapter 367: Chapter 367

Song Qiao’s body tensed up, but she still hurriedly spoke, "Okay, I’m coming down now, wait for me."

Lu Jingchen’s arrival here was somewhat surprising to her, and she had no idea what that man was looking for her for.

Or was it that he had come to settle the score with her regarding last night?

This thought emerged in her mind, but Song Qiao didn’t feel much emotional fluctuation. Perhaps it was because she had already anticipated such an outcome.

What kind of man Lu Jingchen was—she might not know him the clearest, but after spending so much time together, she could roughly make out.

A man with such an esteemed and noble air, cold and superior, how could he possibly allow a woman to challenge his bottom line.

After saving the files on her computer, she shut it down directly, grabbed her phone and purse, and then walked out of the office wearing high heels.

As soon as she stepped out of the company’s doors, she saw the black Maybach parked on the side of the road. The driver, upon seeing Song Qiao come out, promptly opened the driver’s door, walked around to the rear seat, and opened the door for her, "Madam."

As soon as the car door opened, she immediately saw the dignified man sitting inside. Lu Jingchen crossed one leg over the other in a somewhat relaxed posture, glancing sideways when he knew she was coming down, then averted his gaze.

Song Qiao clenched her teeth, still went straight over, and sat down in the car. The driver immediately closed the door, returned to his driver’s seat, and started the car.

Once on the road, neither of them spoke, both remaining silent, which made the confined space feel oppressively stuffy.

After driving for a while, Song Qiao realized they were not on the way back to the villa. Not knowing where they were headed, she finally couldn’t help but ask, "Where are we going?"

She turned her head to look at the man next to her, her gaze falling directly on that handsome face that was half-closed in eyes, as if resting. It was undeniable that Lu Jingchen was very handsome, and there was a very mature and steady charm about him that probably any woman who got so close would find it hard not to be moved.

"Join me for lunch," Lu Jingchen said, without opening his eyes, in a faint voice.

Song Qiao couldn’t help but frown, not understanding what he was really thinking, but still refused, "I’m not really hungry right now, I don’t want to eat..."

"You may not be hungry, but I will make sure you eat your meal," the man finally opened his eyes, looking at her with a half-smiling, teasing gaze, his deep voice carrying an extremely seductive magnetism.

Song Qiao, "..." Her brows furrowed deeply, but she didn’t say more and just turned to look out of the car window, clearly in no mood to talk.

Looking at that exquisitely pretty face that suddenly turned tranquil, Lu Jingchen’s eyes dark and inscrutable, he lightly pursed his lips and didn’t continue speaking either.

Last night, he only slept for three hours in the study. In the early morning, when it was just past six and Song Qiao had not yet got up, he went straight to the company.

He should be resting at home due to his injury, but Song Qiao’s words from last night made him lose his temper, and so he said some things that were unpleasant.

He didn’t want to hurt Song Qiao, but sometimes that woman just needed to be dealt with. He wouldn’t provoke her displeasure, yet she began to provoke his.

He and Yuqing had nothing between them, not to mention his heart wasn’t entirely focused on Zuo Yuqing, but Song Qiao took it upon herself to decide for him, inviting Zuo Yuqing to their home as a guest.

Inviting her to their home was one thing, but the implication of Song Qiao’s words to Zuo Yuqing was that she hoped Yuqing would stay by his side, that the two of them would get back together.

Although Lu Jingchen couldn’t say he had fallen in love with Song Qiao, nor could he be sure that he no longer had feelings for Zuo Yuqing, he was now married to Song Qiao and had no thoughts of reuniting with Zuo Yuqing.

This wasn’t a matter of choice because he had no choice.

Being together with Song Qiao had been decided long ago.

Not because of love, but neither because of benefits.

It was mainly because he needed a wife, and Song Qiao just happened to be suitable.

The car soon stopped at a Chinese restaurant, and a doorman quickly came over to help open the door.

Lu Jingchen stepped out of the car, his expression shaded with indifference. Song Qiao also got out of the car from the other side, realizing she had no choice now that she was here.

The style and decor of the restaurant appeared very high-class, bordering on ornate opulence. As soon as Song Qiao got out of the car and glanced at the restaurant, she knew that a meal here would certainly be expensive, but since it wasn’t her money being spent, she didn’t feel the pinch.

The waiter escorted them to a seat by the window. Still, the two of them sat facing each other, a turn of the head would allow them to see a large flower bed outside the window, and beyond that, the bustling traffic.

Lu Jingchen held the menu and ordered a few dishes, then handed the menu to Song Qiao, "Pick whatever you want to eat."

Song Qiao didn’t continue to be picky, and she wondered if it was because as soon as she entered the restaurant she smelled the aroma of the dishes or something else, but she actually felt hungry. After flipping through the menu a few times, she noticed that there were no prices listed for any dish, but she figured that each dish would definitely be expensive.

She casually picked two dishes she liked and handed the menu to the waiter.

After confirming that they did not need to order any more, the waiter immediately retreated.

Song Qiao looked directly at Lu Jingchen across from her, her expression indifferent, "Did you ask me out just to have a meal together?"

She didn’t believe that this man brought her out to eat because he was worried she might not be able to endure the afternoon without lunch.

She believed even more that he had something in mind or a purpose for waiting for her downstairs of their company.

Lu Jingchen’s expression was also indifferent, his face suddenly revealing a meaningful smile, paired with his handsome face, he looked even more charming. The man’s tone was a bit deep but not lacking the gentleness of affectionate words, "After we finish eating, we’ll go choose a ring."

When Song Qiao heard this, she stiffened up, looking at him incredulously and asked somewhat blankly, "Choose what ring?"

Lu Jingchen, unconcerned, called the waiter over again to order a pot of tea, and then looked at Song Qiao, "We haven’t purchased the rings for our wedding on the fifteenth of next month. We have time today, and I have already arranged it, so we’ll go straight there to see which one you like."

Song Qiao’s hands resting on her knees unconsciously clenched into fists, inwardly trying hard to suppress her good temper. She bit her teeth before saying, "I thought I made myself clear last night. Lu Jingchen, don’t you think that marrying now is totally inappropriate?" Latest content published on NoveI(F)ire.net

"The wedding invitations are due to be sent out this afternoon. Do you think it’s appropriate to cancel the wedding now?" the man retorted instead of answering.

Song Qiao turned pale, not expecting Lu Jingchen to act so quickly. The rings and wedding dress had not yet been chosen or purchased, and the wedding invitations were already being prepared for dispatch.

Honestly, she once looked forward to this wedding, but that was before Lu Jingchen got shot while acting as a shield for Zuo Yuqing.

Now, she was not at all looking forward to the wedding, and even since last night, she had started to contemplate divorcing this man.

The truth was, she had thought about divorce before, early on when she and Lu Jingchen just got married. She was ready to divorce at any time, but then under this man’s tender pampering, she gradually suppressed such thoughts.

However, the incident of Zuo Yuqing being injured because of Lu Jingchen brought back the thoughts she had barely suppressed.

The only clear idea in her head was that she could not marry Lu Jingchen; she would not be the third party.

Lu Jingchen and Zuo Yuqing... they were the real couple.

Moreover, their marriage was not blessed, as Lu Jingchen’s father had always been opposed to her being with his son.

Taking a deep breath in her heart, Song Qiao looked up at the man opposite her, biting her teeth before she continued, "Aren’t the invitations not sent out yet? Can’t you just call them now and tell them not to send them?"

Lu Jingchen, unhurried, lifted his wrist to glance at his watch, his lips forming a slight curve as he lightly said, "It’s too late. At this time, they should have already started sending out the invitations."

Song Qiao, "..." You are marrying me, have you ever asked for my thoughts and feelings?

The negotiation ultimately ended in Song Qiao’s defeat, with Lu Jingchen appearing to have prepared well in advance for how to handle it, leaving Song Qiao utterly retreating in defeat, finding no words to retort.

As for the matter between Zuo Yuqing and Lu Jingchen, Song Qiao did not want to mention it anymore, as every time it came up, she was the one who felt suffocated.

The dishes they ordered were quickly served, and Song Qiao looked at the not too big nor too small table filled with food, almost too much to fit. Although there were several dishes she liked, she had no appetite.

When one’s mood is bad, they tend not to feel like eating, sometimes even unable to eat at all.

With one hand, she kept poking the rice in her bowl with chopsticks, then looked up to see Lu Jingchen opposite her, noticing that everything about the man exuded the temperament of a privileged young master.

"The food doesn’t suit your taste?" Lu Jingchen noticed Song Qiao’s gaze, took a sip of water from his cup, and then turned to ask her.

Song Qiao did not get angry, rather she replied indifferently, "I am not very hungry."

"Chen’s mom said you didn’t eat much this morning, and you didn’t have much dinner last night either. Are you sure you’re not hungry?" Lu Jingchen’s expression remained unchanged, and as he was mostly finished eating himself, he raised an eyebrow and looked steadily towards her to speak.