Chapter 443: Chapter 443

Song Qiao’s hand was clutching the man’s shirt, her face flushed red because of his blunt and straightforward words, and she glared at him indignantly, speaking in an annoyed tone, "Lu Jingchen, it’s almost time for dinner, don’t mess around..."

"Hmm, I’ll finish before dinner, and I promise to make you feel amazing," the man replied unflinchingly, even leaning down to kiss her face as he walked steadily upstairs.

This time, Song Qiao was truly startled by the man’s sudden arousal, her face immediately turning tearful, "I don’t want it at all right now, you can’t force me, and you’ve been pestering me these past few days, you should show some restraint, be careful not to exhaust yourself to death..."

Who knows if this man had taken drugs or what, but there hadn’t been a single night he hadn’t tormented her recently, and each time it seemed he wanted to torture her to death, making her assume countless positions every night before giving up, leaving her feeling like her waist wasn’t her own every morning.

The man’s eyebrows raised slightly as he picked her up and walked into the master bedroom. Soon he had her pinned on the large bed, looking down at her with his deep eyes, but speaking with a gentle, refined smile, "Don’t worry, even when I’m sixty, I can still satisfy you."

Song Qiao, "..." Is that the point? That’s not the point, is it?

An hour later, Song Qiao lay exhausted on the bed, too tired to even move her hand, as if suddenly drained, she gasped for air, calming the passion from moments ago.

When Lu Jingchen came out of the bathroom, he saw the woman lying on the bed, her smooth back exposed. His eyebrows raised briefly, and he quickly walked over, bending down to her with his voice low and gentle, "Shall I carry you to get cleaned up?"

Song Qiao lifted her eyelids and weakly glared at him, realizing the man was stark naked, not wearing a thing as he boldly stood there. Reaching for a pillow, she threw it at him weakly, and with a huff turned her head away, refusing to look at him.

Although they were already intimately close, Song Qiao still felt that too much of such male temptation might give her sty eyes. Better not to look at all.

Lu Jingchen blocked the pillow she threw and didn’t bother to pick it up from the carpet, but looked down at her sullen little face, knowing he had been too much just now, and bent down to pick her up and head to the bathroom.

In the end, feeling guilty for his previous excesses softened his heart, knowing he was at fault. Seeing her struggle, he softened his voice and persuaded her, "Be good, don’t squirm, it would hurt me if you fell."

Song Qiao paused, then reached up to grab his shoulders, speaking fiercely, "Then why didn’t your heart ache when you were torturing me like that just now?"

Lu Jingchen paused, his face showing a trace of embarrassment, and with a hint of unease, he didn’t speak until he had brought her into the bathroom and removed the bedsheets from her body, and after setting her in the water did he speak lightly, "You should know, once a man gets a taste, he can’t stop, especially when you’re so enchanting that I can’t resist drowning in it."

Once Song Qiao was put into the warm water, she felt her body relax all over. Her face, through the steam of the hot water, gazed at him and faintly said, "If only I were a seductress, preferably a fox spirit, then I could bewitch you into seeing no other woman but me."

Lu Jingchen took the essential oil and poured it into the water, his eyebrows raised at her words before he spoke after a long pause, "Then you’ll need to work harder, maybe you can charm me completely, even into being a blinded ruler." He then looked her up and down thoughtfully.

But the marks he had made all over her otherwise flawless skin only seemed to invite a deeper sense of intimacy.

Song Qiao, "..." Was this a case of shooting herself in the foot?

By the time they finished bathing and changed clothes, it was already 7:30 PM. Song Qiao’s stomach was growling so fiercely she could barely wait to devour everything at the dining table.

Lu Jingchen had put on a set of couple’s home clothes matching Song Qiao’s, and they held hands as they descended the stairs, only to encounter an unexpected visitor downstairs.

At once, both their steps halted, but Song Qiao immediately frowned, a hint of unhappiness in her eyes.

While Lu Jingchen paused only briefly before taking Song Qiao’s hand and continuing down.

Zuo Yuqing was sitting on the living room sofa, her hands clasped anxiously, as if sensing their approach, she turned her head and saw the couple hand-in-hand, promptly standing up with her gaze falling on the man and finally uttering, "You’ve come downstairs, sorry for disturbing you all of a sudden."

At that moment, Chen Ma came out of the kitchen, wiped her hands dry, and spoke up, "Sir, Madam, you’ve come downstairs, I’ll go bring out the food now."

Lu Jingchen’s expression was calm as he hummed an acknowledgment, then turned to Zuo Yuqing and asked, "Is there something you need?"

Zuo Yuqing glanced at Song Qiao, then fixed her gaze on Lu Jingchen, biting her lip hesitantly before speaking, "Could I have a word with you alone?"

The man furrowed his brow but then spoke up, "Is it urgent?"

Zuo Yuqing remained silent for a dozen seconds before responding with a hum.

Lu Jingchen pondered for a moment before turning his head and speaking to Song Qiao with a warm voice, "You go ahead and have dinner first. I’ll have a chat with her and then join you."

Because of Zuo Yuqing’s appearance, Song Qiao was feeling particularly displeased at the moment. The reason for her displeasure was clear—it was jealousy.

Which woman wouldn’t be annoyed if her rival in love showed up to talk to her husband alone at a time ? And it seemed her husband was also inclined to do so, wasn’t that enough to upset anyone?

She couldn’t guarantee that others would be annoyed, but she definitely was feeling very aggravated.

Damn, she really wanted to say no.

However, Song Qiao knew that this wasn’t the time to be willful. Since Lu Jingchen had made up his mind, she couldn’t contradict him; angering this man would be bad for anyone.

But her face still showed an unmistakable trace of displeasure. Without giving the man beside her another glance, she turned and headed straight for the kitchen, leaving behind a prideful silhouette.

Lu Jingchen watched Song Qiao’s retreating figure and let out a slight sigh, knowing she must be feeling a bit moody at this moment. But the matter with Zuo Yuqing was not insignificant, and he could not ignore it. Worst comes to worst, he’d cajole his little woman in bed later tonight. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on Novᴇl_Fire(.)net

Lu Jingchen took Zuo Yuqing straight to the study, which clearly indicated they had important matters to discuss.

Sitting at the dining table, Song Qiao looked at the dishes Chen Ma had prepared. Most of them were to her liking. There were some she didn’t use to enjoy, like bitter gourd, fish, etc., but ever since marrying Lu Jingchen, the dishes he liked had also become her favorites.

Despite being very hungry, looking at the food in front of her seemed to take away her appetite all at once.

"Madam, let me serve you some soup," Chen Ma said, seemingly noticing Song Qiao’s mood. She approached cautiously.

Song Qiao snapped back to reality, blinked, tugged at the corner of her lips to show a smile, and hummed in acknowledgment, "Thank you, Chen Ma."

Chen Ma took a bowl and filled it with soup, placing it beside her hand. She had more to say but, seeing Song Qiao’s lack of enthusiasm, understood that it wouldn’t make a difference. So she refrained and instead said, "Madam, please enjoy your meal first. I’ll go attend to other matters. Call me if you need anything."

After Chen Ma left, the dining room was left with only Song Qiao. Their daily meals consisted of four dishes and one soup, enough for the two of them. The soup was delicious, but drinking it now felt tasteless as wax, even slightly nauseating.

She frowned, suppressing the urge to retch. Looking down at the soup in her bowl, the nauseating feeling surged up again, prompting her to put down the bowl and rush to the restroom. She gripped the toilet and threw up violently, but since she hadn’t eaten much, there was nothing to expel and she ended up vomiting bile. It took her a while to finally feel a bit better.

After washing her hands and face, she walked out of the restroom with composure. Standing in the dining room, Song Qiao suddenly seemed to think of something, as if a cord in her brain snapped. She looked down at her flat belly, then quickly shook her head, dismissing the possibility.

How could she be pregnant? They have always been careful with protection.

The meal took over ten minutes to force down two bowls of rice. By the time she finished, Lu Jingchen still hadn’t come downstairs. She frowned and looked towards the second floor, feeling even more irritated.

The nights in An City darken late in the summer, around eight o’clock. It wasn’t yet eight, and outside was still bright. Glancing out, she could see the glow of the evening sky.

After telling Chen Ma, she changed her shoes and left the villa, intending to take a stroll outside to digest her food.

However, just as she stepped out the door, she heard footsteps behind her, followed by Zuo Yuqing’s voice, "Song Qiao, wait a moment."

Song Qiao halted and turned to look at her, frowning slightly, "What is it?"