Chapter 423: Chapter 423

Hearing her words, Lu Jingchen froze for a moment before letting out a cold laugh. "You’ve just spent a day with that man and now you’re thinking about how to help him?"

By the end of his sentence, he was already revealing a hint of rage, barely holding back from interrogating her through gritted teeth.

Song Qiao paused for a moment, then smiled at him. The smile in her eyes deepened bit by bit, yet she spoke casually, "Whatever you think is best. If you can’t bear to part with Zuo Yuqing, then divorce me. You can go straight to the wedding with her, wouldn’t that solve everything?" ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ novel⦿fire.net

The man’s face instantly grew darker, as though he was the harbinger of an oncoming storm, his grip on her waist tightening. His eyes narrowed, and he rested his head on her shoulder, breathing on the exposed flesh of her neck with a mocking sneer, "I didn’t know, Song Qiao, when you became so generous, even willing to share your husband with another woman now."

The hand that had been holding her waist suddenly increased its pressure, causing her to frown and bite down on her teeth. Even though it felt as if her bones were about to dislocate, she did not utter a sound.

Seeing her trying to endure it, Lu Jingchen let out a cold laugh, then abruptly pulled her onto the bed.

Before Song Qiao could react, she was already pressed down on the bed in a male-dominant position. Her heart startled, her beautiful eyes widened as she almost bitingly said, "Lu Jingchen, what are you doing? Let me go immediately."

However, he acted as if he didn’t hear her, not only pinning her hands above her head with one large hand but also using his legs to pin down her legs to keep her from struggling. His free hand pinched her chin, and his lips began to roam her cheek, jaw, neck, and collarbone.

Song Qiao’s heart was already racing, and now, being held down by the man, it felt like jumping into her throat, making her even more panicked. She tried hard to struggle but couldn’t break free, "Lu Jingchen... what are you doing? Let go of me... Lu Jingchen..."

But the man seemed to be deaf to her words, and with a cruel effort, started leaving marks on her body as if he had completely lost control of his emotions.

She wore a nightgown, which somehow effortlessly came off at some point. The man kept one hand pinning hers while calmly and methodically unbuttoning his shirt with the other, his gaze coolly fixed on her face, eyes filled with contained fire.

"Lu Jingchen, you can’t do this..." Seeing his composed appearance, Song Qiao became increasingly panicked, screaming in an attempt to escape. However, she couldn’t break free from his restraint, "Have you gone mad? Let me go..."

The shirt was unbuttoned, then removed and tossed beneath the bed. He approached her unhurriedly again, took one of her small hands, and placed it on his belt buckle. Bending down to kiss her chin, his voice roughened with arousal, he huskily commanded, "Behave, help me with this!"

"No." She replied decisively and without hesitation, struggling to break away from his grip.

Yet the man seemed unconcerned, firmly taking her hand to unbuckle the hidden clasp of his belt and pulling it out, then tossed it beside the bed as well.

Before she could fully react, the man had neatly stripped off all his clothes and tossed them onto the floor. He leaned over, pinched her chin, sealed her lips with a forceful kiss, and murmured her name softly like a lover, "Qiaoqiao."

This lovemaking session lasted until deep into the night. Only when Song Qiao was completely exhausted and had passed out did the man leave her body.

The wall lamp in the room was kept on, making the entire room seem to exude a romantic atmosphere.

Lu Jingchen sat on the bed, looking down at the delicate face nestled in his arms, the woman’s face still bearing tear streaks from crying out earlier, even her eyes were swollen.

His usually emotionless eyes softened upon seeing her red, swollen eyes, thinking of her later hoarse pleas for mercy, a pang of distress flashed through them.

He had indeed gone a bit too far tonight, tormenting her like he was in a fervor, utilizing nearly every position he could think of without sparing her despite her pleas.

He took out cigarettes and a lighter from the drawer, lit one, and took a drag, immediately filling the air around him with the scent of smoke. A light exhale sent a plume of grey smoke drifting away.

Because he didn’t control himself, he had tormented her for hours; the congee carefully prepared by Aunt Chen had long since gone cold.

This time, he truly became enraged, both because of Song Qiao’s words and due to her attitude.

Song Qiao slept extremely uncomfortably. Firstly, because she didn’t clean up after the affair and suffered from a mild germophobia, causing her entire body to feel uneasy.

Secondly, as she slept, she felt as though something was pressing on her head, and soon a foul odor began to invade her nostrils—the smell of smoke.

Since marrying Lu Jingchen, she had never allowed a man to smoke in the bedroom as she disliked the smell of cigarettes.

With her mind excessively tired, Song Qiao struggled to open her eyes a crack, immediately spotting the man smoking beside her. Anger surged within her, and she grabbed a pillow and threw it at him, biting out her words, "Lu Jingchen, go outside if you want to smoke, don’t smoke in the bedroom."

He easily dodged her attack, glanced down at the woman who had evidently awakened, then extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray by the bed, speaking apologetically, "Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. It won’t happen again. Go back to sleep."

After throwing a pillow, as if suddenly drained of all strength, she stopped looking at the man beside her and lay on the bed without any energy, muttering with her eyes closed, "Bastard, beast!"

Looking down at the face that had closed its eyes again in deep sleep, Lu Jingchen spoke softly, "Qiaoqiao, shall I carry you to take a bath, okay?"

There was no response; this time she had truly passed out.

The physical strength between women and men is inherently different, let alone that she had been tormented by him for several hours this time. The woman, already feeling very tired, simply couldn’t withstand such an ordeal.

Without getting a response, Lu Jingchen acted as if he had received her tacit consent, directly throwing off the quilt, getting out of bed, moving to the other side, and lifting her in his arms to head to the bathroom.

Song Qiao woke up from her sleep because she was hungry.

Opening her eyes and looking confusedly at the ceiling and the chandelier, the memories of last night promptly flooded back into her mind, causing her to unconsciously furrow her brows.

Just as she was about to move slightly, she felt pain all over her body, as if she had been disassembled and reassembled, and couldn’t help but curse quietly, "Beast."

Inside the bedroom, the man’s figure was already gone, and the spot beside her had long since lost its warmth. The curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the room were drawn, and the sunlight was shining in directly, indicating that it seemed to be midday.

Since it was Sunday and she did not have to work, there was no rush to get up; she turned her head and noticed that it was already past ten o’clock.

She had already changed into familiar pajamas, and there wasn’t that sticky feeling, so it must have been Lu Jingchen who had helped her clean up. But even so, this didn’t mean she would forgive him.

After lying in bed for quite a while, she finally flung off the quilt and got up.

Twenty minutes later, having freshened up and changed her clothes, she left the room.

Just as she was about to go downstairs, she ran into Chen Ma, who was just about to come up to clean.

As soon as Chen Ma saw Song Qiao, she immediately smiled and said, "Madam, you’re up. The master had earlier instructed us not to wake you and let you sleep a little longer."

Hearing Chen Ma’s words, Song Qiao’s face inexplicably blushed, and she hummed a response before asking, "Where’s Lu Jingchen?"

"The master left early in the morning by car," Chen Ma answered truthfully. "Madam, you must be hungry by now? I’ll go make something for you to eat."

Song Qiao nodded and smiled, "Okay, I’ll trouble you, Chen Ma."

Chen Ma smiled, ready to turn around and head downstairs, but it seemed like something occurred to her and she looked at Song Qiao and said, "Madam, yesterday Miss Ning Wan and Mr. Chu Munan came over, but we haven’t told them about your return. Should we give them a call?"

Song Qiao was taken aback and asked subconsciously, "Ning Wan? How did they know I went missing yesterday?"

Chen Ma maintained her composure and replied with a hint of a sigh, "The master couldn’t find you when he returned home, so he had people look for you all night. They probably also went to Miss Ning Wan’s place to inquire about your whereabouts, which is why they were alerted."

She frowned and after a long while spoke, "Chen Ma, you go down first and make something for me to eat. I’ll call them to let them know I’m safe."

After Chen Ma left, Song Qiao thought it over and decided to head directly downstairs to the living room.

Her phone had been lost by the roadside when Chu Munan’s people caught her and she had no idea if it had been picked up. As for Ning Wan’s cell phone number, she had committed it to memory.

Just as she reached the living room and was about to pick up the landline to make a call, the sound of a car engine came from outside. Her movements paused as she turned her head to look outside. In no time, Lu Jingchen walked in from outside.

Seeing Song Qiao sitting on the sofa, the man was initially startled, then quickly walked over to her side, looking down at her with his deep and pleasant voice, "Awake? Are you hungry? Do you want to go out to eat or have something at home?"

Song Qiao turned her face away indifferently, showing that she wasn’t going to pay him any mind.