Chapter 428: Chapter 428

Song Qiao held the phone and looked at the man close at hand, listening to Xi Mohan’s unhurried voice on the phone.

Why does she feel at this moment that Xi Mohan and Lu Jingchen are the real lovers?

The man pressing down on her still had his gaze firmly on her, and seeing her strange look, he couldn’t help but frown, his voice husky with a hint of drunkenness, "Whose call is it?"

Song Qiao looked at him, her lips curling into a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, "Your Xi Mohan’s."

Xi Mohan on the other end of the phone clearly heard this sentence and his face immediately darkened, even showing signs of turning black.

What does "your Xi Mohan" mean? Since when did he belong to someone else?

Lu Jingchen slowly narrowed his eyes, the room’s window was not shut and the evening breeze coming in made his head, already dizzy from drunkenness, even more muddled. His gaze fell directly on the delicate face of the woman in front of him, and he snatched her phone and tossed it to the floor, his tone already laced with displeasure, "He’s not mine, only you are mine, Qiaoqiao, you’re my wife, not him..."

Lu Jingchen’s tolerance for alcohol... Song Qiao roughly knew, but seeing him in such a drunken stupor today made her wonder if he had outdone himself and gotten completely plastered.

Hearing what he said, she found it somewhat amusing and pushed him gently, saying bluntly, "If you want him to be yours, I don’t see why not."

Isn’t there a popular saying online?

It goes like ’Same-sex connections are just for the sake of carrying on the family line, while real love is only found in opposite-sex relationships.’ When Ning Wan first saw this saying, she joked about what it would be like if Lu Jingchen and that man Xi Mohan got together, and they even indulged in some wild speculation.

Xi Mohan, about to hang up the phone, heard this and his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, without a moment’s hesitation, he hung up the phone.

And as he hung up, he had already added ’Song Qiao’ in big letters to the blacklist in his heart.

Lu Jingchen, upon hearing Song Qiao’s words, also immediately looked displeased, he shook Song Qiao’s chin with his hand and asked, "When did you learn to be so naughty... hmm? Was it that woman Ning Wan who taught you?"

Displeased with the man’s action, Song Qiao furrowed her brow and waved his hand away, saying sharply, "Let me go, let me get up, it’s uncomfortable being pressed down ."

His body was tall and heavy, and now pressing down on her, she felt almost out of breath, making her extremely uncomfortable.

Lu Jingchen did let go of her chin but didn’t get up, his drunk and muddled peach blossom eyes looked at Song Qiao for a while before burying his face in her neck, his voice muffled, "Wife, be good, stop fussing, I’m tired..."

Song Qiao’s face darkened instantly, and without another word, she began to push the man on top of her.

Maybe because he was drunk, he wasn’t pressing down on her with much force, so Song Qiao effortlessly pushed him aside.

She quickly climbed out of bed and jumped down, addressing the man on the bed, "If you want to sleep, go take a shower, you reek of alcohol, don’t you find it stinky? I’ll get Chen Ma to make a hangover soup for you; tonight, I’ll sleep in the next room."

She certainly hadn’t forgotten that their relationship was still lukewarm at the moment, and though she had decided not to trouble herself with this man and Zuo Yuqing’s affair anymore, she was still the Lu Family’s Young Mistress, and those surface formalities had to be maintained.

On the surface, she wouldn’t make a scene; she could still pretend to be deeply in love with Lu Jingchen, but that was only a facade. At this very moment, she was reminding herself to keep her distance from this man.

The man squinted his eyes as he watched her stand by the bed, he moved his body and propped himself with his hands on the mattress trying to sit up, but the alcohol made his head spin and he failed to rise, ending up lying down on the bed again.

After giving him a glance, Song Qiao left the room.

It’s only a little past ten at night, Chen Ma usually hasn’t slept at this hour. She went down to the first-floor room where Chen Ma lived; as an old servant, Chen Ma resided in the main building, not in the small villa next to it which was for other servants. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by novel_fіre.net

She walked straight to the door and knocked. The door opened quickly, and seeing Song Qiao in her pajamas at the door, Chen Ma immediately said, "Madam, you haven’t slept yet this late? Are you hungry for some late-night snacks? Let me make some for you..."

"Chen Ma, I’m not hungry." Song Qiao pulled a faint smile at the corner of her mouth, interrupting her, and continued, "I don’t know where the hangover soup ingredients are stored, so I came to trouble you to cook a bowl, please bring it to the master bedroom later."

Chen Ma was taken aback for a moment, then quickly came out and asked with concern, "Did Sir drink too much?"

Song Qiao hummed in response, "Chen Ma, go make the hangover soup, I’ll go upstairs first."

"Alright madam, I will go now."

Song Qiao didn’t return to the master bedroom, but went straight to the study. After being tossed around by Lu Jingchen like that, she had lost all desire to sleep.

She still shared a study with Lu Jingchen, where everything was meticulously arranged. Even the items on the desk were neatly placed, all according to Lu Jingchen’s preferences.

Just after opening her laptop and nestling in the chair to watch a movie for a dozen minutes, the door of the study was knocked on so forcefully that it banged loudly, or rather, it wasn’t so much knocking as it was smashing...

Slightly frowning, she hit the pause button. She could tell without a doubt that the person knocking from the outside was not Chen Ma, but Lu Jingchen, that man.

After hesitating for a bit, she still got up and walked to the door to open it.

As expected, standing outside was the man in a bathrobe, fresh from a shower, although he might have had a bit too much to drink as he still appeared intoxicated despite being bathed.

When Song Qiao opened the door, the man, who was about to continue knocking, paused, then stretched out a hand to rest it on her shoulder, "Wifey... it’s late, let’s go back to bed and sleep."

Song Qiao dodged to the side, still holding the door frame, and stepped back to avoid his hand that was trying to rest on her shoulder, "Lu Jingchen, what on earth are you trying to do? Didn’t I tell you just now that I am going to sleep in the secondary bedroom tonight? If you want to sleep, go sleep by yourself; don’t disturb me."

The woman’s voice was filled with displeasure, and her gaze at him even more so.

The light in the hallway was very soft, shining directly on Lu Jingchen’s handsome face, which was flushed from the alcohol. He looked at Song Qiao, "If you want to sleep in the secondary bedroom, I’ll just sleep with you. Why are you being so fierce to me?"

She’s being fierce to him?

Song Qiao felt as though ten thousand alpacas were stampeding through her heart.

Fuck, when had she ever been fierce to him? She was just very ’righteous and articulate’ in speaking to him.

His eyes slowly narrowed again, but he was just quietly staring at her, "Wifey, we’re husband and wife, we should sleep together. And I like you so much; you can’t let me sleep alone, I won’t be able to fall asleep..."

Faced with the drunken man, she was mostly helpless. After thinking for a moment, she still insisted on speaking, "But I want to sleep alone tonight."

"But I don’t want to sleep alone, you are my wife; I want to sleep with you." She was stubborn, and he was even more so.

Song Qiao felt a headache coming on, holding back the anger in her heart, and almost suppressing her emotions to speak, "Lu Jingchen, have you forgotten that we are still in the phase of a cold war? I don’t think it’s good for us to sleep together. It’s better to sleep in separate rooms for the time being."

Hearing Song Qiao’s words, Lu Jingchen didn’t speak for a moment, still looking firmly at her, as if in deep thought.

Song Qiao thought her words had taken effect and was about to speak again, when her wrist was suddenly grabbed, and in the next moment, the man pulled her over with force, and before she could react, she was already being carried in a princess hold.

Instinctively wrapping her arms around the man’s neck, she glared with eyes slightly widened from shock, struggling to keep her anger at bay, she gritted her teeth and spoke, "Lu Jingchen, what on earth do you want to do? Put me down."

The man glanced down at her, his thin lips slightly pursed without a word, his steps a little unsteady, but he still held her tightly, ensuring she wouldn’t fall as he headed straight for the bedroom.

Once in the bedroom, Lu Jingchen put her down on the bed, pulled off the covers, adjusted them for her, and before she could struggle, he also lay down beside her, immediately wrapping his arms and legs around her to hold her in his embrace, and uttered two words, "Sleep."

Song Qiao glared at him, her mind exploding with curses, but when she saw the dark circles under his eyes and the fine stubble on his chin, the words she wanted to say suddenly got stuck in her throat and she couldn’t speak.

This man had been leaving early and returning late; for almost a week she hadn’t really seen him – he only came back after she had fallen asleep, and by the time she woke up, he was gone to the company again.

Chen Ma also told her that Lu Jingchen had been leaving home early in the morning for the past few days, going to the company without even having breakfast at home.

She had always tried hard to control her heart from falling for him, but the truth was she had already fallen in love with him, only refusing to admit it because of Zuo Yuqing’s presence.

Now seeing him drunk and worn out, there was an inexplicable ache in her heart.