Chapter 396: Chapter 396

The man’s deep and unfathomable eyes were fixed on her without speaking. A hand pinched her chin, and his handsome face pressed down, his tongue taking advantage of her surprise to pry open her teeth and plunge deep inside.

Just how observant of a man was Lu Jingchen? As a man who battled in the business world all year round, he effortlessly caught the momentary look of confusion that flashed across the woman’s face when she was momentarily stunned.

Marriage is often a reason for joy and excitement. The marriage between him and Song Qiao lacked the protective screen of ’love’ from the start, probably because he suddenly felt that he had truly fallen for this woman. Thus, when he saw her reaction, a sense of panic surfaced in his heart.

After the kiss ended, Song Qiao was left a little breathless. If it wasn’t for the man’s arms around her waist, her legs might have given out and she would have collapsed to the ground.

"Qiaoqiao." His murmuring voice reached her ears, as if laden with endless sensual temptation, his warm breath sprayed directly onto her ear, "Aren’t you happy to marry me?"

Song Qiao was taken aback, then smiled and shook her head softly, "Not at all."

How could she not be happy? Marrying Lu Jingchen was the dream of every girl in An City, not just because the title of the Young Mistress of the Lu Family was incredibly tempting, but also due to Lu Jingchen’s appearance and charisma that many found irresistible, not to mention his status as the CEO of the CK Corporation.

Perhaps... she saved the entire galaxy in her last life, which is why this man noticed her in this life.

Song Qiao slightly lowered her eyes, the two of them were so close that they couldn’t clearly see each other’s emotions.

She had always been trying to guard her heart from getting too close, but a woman’s self-control often isn’t as strong as a man’s. Even if she ended up losing everything without gaining anything, it would still be her own fault and nobody else’s to blame.

As if he didn’t believe her words, Lu Jingchen increased the distance between them and looked at her intently, persistently asking, "But you don’t seem happy. Don’t you want to marry me?" Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by novel_fіre.net

Persistently wanting to know the answer, his tone was as if he would not rest until he got one.

Song Qiao didn’t understand what was going on with Lu Jingchen today; he seemed off, as if something had happened that upset him.

Hearing his question, she couldn’t help but be taken aback. Even though his gaze stripped her bare, Song Qiao did not avoid it and only after a long while did she respond with a question of her own, "Lu Jingchen, do you love me?"

She had asked him this question before, more than once, but he had never admitted he loved her, only that he liked her.

But liking isn’t love, and it can’t provide security to a woman who’s already unsure about everything. The feeling that she could lose everything at any moment often caused Song Qiao a sense of panic.

A stern look came over the man’s face, as if he hadn’t expected her to ask that question.

Seeing his reaction, Song Qiao immediately understood that asking this was superfluous, it’d be better if she hadn’t asked at all.

Although if she didn’t ask, she would feel insecure, but not getting an answer made her feel like she had fallen into a glacier, her whole body radiating a coldness.

She directly reached out to remove his hand from her shoulder and regained her composure, taking a step aside. Then, picking up the hem of her dress, she was about to leave with a light smile, "Let’s go out. The wedding dress is already on; it’s more spacious outside, and you can see better."

Whether he loved her or not no longer mattered. Their wedding was only half a month away, and the invitations were already sent. Backing out was not an option.

There was no room for regret. Now, whether he loves her or not, that answer wasn’t important anymore, right?

However, just as she was about to brush past him, her arm was suddenly grabbed, and she found herself engulfed in an embrace.

Lu Jingchen held Song Qiao from behind, his cheek against hers, his tone unusually tender as he declared, "Song Qiao, I love you."

The hand holding up the hem of her wedding dress tightened, seemingly surprised by the man’s sudden confession. It took a long while before she, as if exhaling a breath of relief, still smiled softly, "I know now."