Chapter 422: Chapter 422

Song Qiao raised her hand to push him away, but the man, as if foreseeing her actions, immediately seized her small hand with his large one, restraining her from moving.

The position inevitably made her feel ashamed, glaring with widened eyes at the handsome face that was almost within zero distance, her heart felt like it was about to stop all of a sudden, enduring his demands and venting.

She didn’t know how much time had passed, her lips being kissed swollen and even bitten until they bled a little, it was then that he finally let her go. His deep, hoarse voice was filled with anger, "Thinking of leaving me and getting a divorce? Who the hell gave you the guts for that?"

Song Qiao was panting heavily, almost completely softened by the deep kiss, her whole body nearly unable to sit still, a complete sense of weakness overwhelmed her, probably also because she was scared by the cold and harsh aura emanating from him.

However, to his cold questioning, she still remained silent; she just glared at him with her eyes, with the suppressed anger faintly visible in her gaze.

Meeting her eyes, the man’s glint narrowed, he directly opened his mouth and bit down fiercely on her delicate and small chin, as if really furious, even more forcefully pressing down slowly.

Song Qiao suddenly felt pain and struggled to push him away, "It hurts, bastard, let me go."

This time the man actually released her, but then he immediately switched to the other hand to grip her delicate chin, his tone carrying a warning, "Still know pain? Dare to think about divorce now, eh?"

Unable to break free, their proximity caused their bodies to press tightly against each other. Hearing his words, she simply smiled faintly, "If I want a divorce, would you agree?"

Lu Jingchen stared at her, his expression unchanging, but the force he exerted with his hands subsided a bit, he still affectionately wrapped his arms around her waist, his chest pressing against her soft breasts, and he whispered, "Don’t even think about the divorce. Just live well with me, being the Young Mistress of the Lu Family, isn’t that good?"

After pausing, he lifted his eyes firmly to look at her and said, "There’s really nothing between me and Zuo Yuqing. You might think I still have lingering feelings for her, and I can’t deny that, after all, I loved her for so many years. But there is no longer any possibility between us. Right now, you are the Young Mistress of the Lu Family, she can’t take your place. Understand? Believe me?"

Song Qiao stared steadily at the man in front of her, silent for a moment, her lips lightly pursed.

Seeing her , Lu Jingchen didn’t wait for her to reply—clearly, she didn’t believe him. What could he do?

Sighing inwardly, he tightened the arm around her waist, "Let me hold you for a while. I fell ill looking for you, and my fever hasn’t subsided yet."

Hearing his words, Song Qiao’s eyelashes fluttered, but she softly chuckled, "The reason you have a fever, isn’t it because you went into the water last night to save Zuo Yuqing, which caused it?"

When did it become about her?

She wouldn’t bear this scapegoat, okay?

Hearing her voice, the man suddenly lifted his head to stare at her, his face seemingly containing some anger, but he said, "You’re so heartless? Is it not because I spent the whole night in wet clothes looking for you that I got a fever? I jumped into the pool to save Zuo Yuqing, but had you not disappeared, I wouldn’t have sat the whole night, and talked in such a weird tone, I would just take you right here, since we haven’t had a car ride together anyway."

Song Qiao, "..." Damn it, beast!

After a drive of over five hours, they only stopped at the villa belonging to her and Lu Jingchen around ten o’clock at night. Get full chapters from NoveI★Fire.net

The moment the car door opened, Song Qiao was the first to step out, nearly stumbling due to the numbness in her feet, luckily Lu Jingchen extended his hands from inside the car just in time to support her. However, Song Qiao quickly shook him off after regaining her composure and then hurried into the villa without looking back at the man behind her.

Having been held tightly in Lu Jingchen’s embrace all the way made her back ache and uncomfortable now.

"Madam, you’re finally back." Chen Ma had been waiting up without sleeping, and upon seeing Song Qiao return, the worried look on her face finally turned into a smile, "It’s good that you’re back, are you hungry? Shall I cook something for you?"

Song Qiao’s gaze turned towards Chen Ma, her lips curling into a faint smile, "There’s no need to trouble yourself, Chen Ma, I am very sleepy now, and I’ll just go get some sleep."

After speaking, she went straight into the villa, walking rapidly as if being chased by a vicious beast.

Lu Jingchen watched Song Qiao’s departing figure, his gaze slightly deepened, a fleeting dark shade crossing his face, then he followed out of the car.

Seeing that Chen Ma was still standing there, he said, "Chen Ma, make some porridge and bring it up to the bedroom later."

Upon hearing this, Chen Ma immediately responded, "Alright sir, I will go prepare it now."

As soon as Song Qiao entered the bedroom, she immediately shut the door, thought for a moment, and then locked it.

In the car earlier, who knows how many cigarettes Lu Jingchen had smoked; the car was filled with the smell of tobacco, unbearably foul, wondering how the driver and that man could have endured it for so long.

She quickly found a set of clothes and went straight into the bathroom. During her time at Chu Munan’s, due to her uneasiness, she had only washed up hastily last night and had not taken a proper shower. Now she felt quite uncomfortable all over.

Because the door was already locked by her, she didn’t worry that Lu Jingchen would come in directly, so she boldly entered the bathroom without hesitation.

However, Song Qiao momentarily forgot that there was something called a ’spare key’.

Lu Jingchen went upstairs to the second floor and headed straight for the master bedroom. When he tried to open the door, he found it was locked. Narrowing his eyes dangerously, he ordered a servant standing by, "Go to the study and get the spare key."

The servant immediately answered and headed for the study, quickly returning with a set of keys, and opened the door for Lu Jingchen.

When the door opened, Lu Jingchen’s expression softened a great deal, and he said to the servant, "You go and rest. Tell Chen Ma to bring up the porridge as soon as it is ready."

He entered the room, scanned around but did not see Song Qiao. Just as he was about to turn and leave, he heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom.

It took Song Qiao a full half-hour to bathe, not because she was dallying, but because she not only bathed, she also washed her hair before showering off the suds from her body, dried her hair in the bathroom wearing her pajamas, and then strolled out leisurely.

It was at the sight of the man sitting on the edge of the bed that her steps halted abruptly, and she frowned, "Didn’t I lock the door? How did you get in?"

The man’s face darkened upon hearing this and he said sternly, "This is also my room. Who are you locking the door against? Against me?"

Song Qiao murmured quietly, her lips pressed together, "Who else would I guard against if not you?"

Although her voice was soft, Lu Jingchen heard it, and he couldn’t help but laugh bitterly with anger, "I really wasn’t aware that I, Lu Jingchen’s wife, now has to be on guard against me."

Song Qiao knew she was in the wrong and immediately fell silent, walking to the table and pouring herself a cup of water. After setting it down, she spoke indifferently, "You sleep in the bedroom. I’ll go to the guest room."

After saying that, she lifted her foot and started to walk away.

However, the man immediately stood up and took quick steps to catch up to her from behind, suddenly pulling her into his arms, his chest against her back, his grip very tight, "Song Qiao, did I ever say we should sleep in separate rooms?"

The bones at her waist were pinched painfully by the man’s grip, giving her the illusion as if her waist was about to be broken, making her involuntarily furrow her brows and lift her face, only to meet the man’s dark and almost dripping gaze.

Her heart skipped a beat, realizing that she had truly irritated him. She raised her hand to pry off his grip on her waist, "Lu Jingchen, what are you doing? Let go, you’re hurting me with your strength."

Hearing her cry of pain, Lu Jingchen did loosen his grip a little, but he did not let her go completely, his expression remaining very grim, his deep eyes fixated on her face, his jaw clenched tight, "Who has given you such courage? Before, you wanted to divorce me, and now you want to sleep in separate rooms, hmm?"

Song Qiao’s furrowed brows relaxed a bit, but she bit back, "Don’t you think it’s better if we sleep in separate rooms given our relationship now?"

Hearing her words, the man again slowly tightened the arms holding her, and let out a low, cold laugh, "I really don’t know what relationship we have now that necessitates sleeping in separate rooms?"

Song Qiao was choked by his words and didn’t know how to answer. After a long time, she finally said, "Don’t you think our relationship has become precarious, we both have trust issues now? As mentioned earlier, your relationship with Zuo Yuqing is not yet clear-cut. Although I married you for money, you’ve made many promises and sweet nothings to me over the year. Or do you plan to just write those off as empty checks and have me turn a deaf ear to everything?"

Song Qiao’s words were clear and piercing, directly entering his ears.

The man’s face darkened even further, and he spoke in a heavy tone, "I told you, there’s nothing complicated between me and Zuo Yuqing like you think. What exactly do you want me to do to stop you from overthinking?"

"Hand Zuo Yuqing over to Chu Munan."