Chapter 462: Chapter 462

The man this time was very forceful, one hand restraining her waist, the other hand directly holding her head, not allowing her to struggle at all; he completely pressed her down onto the backseat.

Suddenly, her lips were blocked, especially with the man’s tongue prying open her teeth and sweeping through her mouth, causing Song Qiao’s mind to blank completely, as if she lost all capacity to think, only able to be helplessly pressed beneath him and forcefully kissed.

She didn’t know how much time had passed when the man began to shift his battlefield, thin lips starting to descend on her cheeks, her neck, even showing a tendency to attack her chest, startling her awake. Realizing they were still in the car, with Assistant Xue sitting in the driver’s seat, she began to struggle fiercely, shouting out, "Lu Jingchen, what are you doing? Let me go, don’t be ..."

However, the man didn’t care at all, his long fingers about to unbutton her shirt, and Song Qiao finally couldn’t help but break into tears, forcefully pushing him away, "Lu Jingchen, let me go... don’t be ... I’m scared..."

It seems that the woman’s crying voice brought the man back to his senses; opening his deep eyes and seeing Song Qiao’s face covered with tears, the hand that had unbuttoned one of her shirt buttons suddenly froze. After a long pause, he managed to suppress the impulse in his heart, sat up abruptly, then held her in his lap, facing him. His profound gaze fell on her face which continued to shed tears, and he let out a barely audible sigh.

He raised his hand, gently wiping her face with the pad of his thumb, his voice as deep as ever but now slightly hoarse from the fervent kissing earlier, "Why are you crying? I didn’t really do anything to you, did I? Are you scared now?"

At this moment, Song Qiao was only concerned with crying, not having the time to pay attention to him. Her tears continued to fall endlessly, her sobbing filling the small space of the car.

The front-seated Assistant Xue, cautiously glanced back through the rearview mirror, unexpectedly choked up, but dared not make a sound; however, he was already feeling some sympathy for their president’s wife.

Their president had been in a terrible mood these past few days, and it was exceptionally bad, very bad. Every day he appeared sullen and gloomy, and all the employees in the company were petrified, fearing any minor mistake might catch Boss’s eye.

The atmosphere in the company was tense lately; previously, several employees who made minor mistakes were capriciously fired directly by their Boss.

Assistant Xue only glanced once, then turned his head and continued to drive attentively, afraid that the next mishap might involve him too.

On the other hand, Song Qiao continued to cry relentlessly, and as the man wiped her tears, it seemed the more he wiped, the more tears came, suddenly darkening his expression. He suppressed the fury in his heart, his voice dropping colder, "Song Qiao, if you dare continue crying, I might just really take you right here."

Seemingly, that sentence took effect; the previously ceaselessly crying Song Qiao suddenly stopped her cries, yet her tears continued to fall, and her lips turned scarlet from pressing them together.

Crying was preferable to this spectacle of silent tears, which made her look even more pitiful, as if the man in front of her had committed some unforgivable, abominable act.

With a helpless sigh in his heart, Lu Jingchen finally succumbed to the woman’s tears. He continued wiping her face, then suddenly pressed her head against his chest, softening his voice, "Stop crying. I apologize, it was my fault just now; I shouldn’t have been harsh..."

Song Qiao, whether from crying exhaustion or something else, being held and comforted by the man, soon fell asleep.

With the unresponsive woman in his arms, the man looked down and found she had already fallen asleep.

Assistant Xue glanced back at the couple in the back, deliberately slowed down the car to make the ride smoother, trying not to wake up the president’s wife.

Lu Jingchen, watching Song Qiao in his arms, tired from crying and now asleep, stared intently at the face he hadn’t seen for a week and missed dearly every night. He gently moved her hair, wet from tears and sticking to her face, softening his gaze.

As his eyes fell on hers and he saw the dark circles beneath, his gaze deepened, and he kept staring at her for several minutes before sighing again.

Half an hour later, the car stopped at the so-called home of him and Song Qiao; Assistant Xue parked the car and got out to open the door for them.

When Lu Jingchen got out of the car, he was still holding Song Qiao, being extremely cautious, pressing her head into his chest, cautious not to wake her.

After getting out, he quietly spoke to Assistant Xue, "Postpone all the meetings this afternoon."

Assistant Xue was momentarily stunned, and belatedly realizing their Boss was not planning to go to the office that afternoon, immediately affirmed understanding.

However, he seemed to have remembered something and hesitated for a moment before directly speaking, "President, what if Miss Murong comes to look for you?"

Lu Jingchen stopped in his tracks, and suddenly thought of Murong Rui. His eyes deepened considerably as he spoke directly, "Find an excuse to send her off. I want you to arrange for more bodyguards to come here to the villa this afternoon, and sent a few to the Mu Mansion as well, from now on, no one should disturb Elder Mu and Madam’s life."

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Lu Jingchen said nothing more, and directly entered the villa carrying Song Qiao in his arms.

Mrs. Chen was wiping a vase in the living room, and immediately got up when she heard the doorbell, walked to the door, glanced through the peephole, and immediately saw Lu Jingchen standing at the door. She hurriedly opened the door, and was just about to speak when she saw Song Qiao, who was being carried in Lu Jingchen’s arms, already fast asleep.

Mrs. Chen was initially stunned, then immediately a smile of surprise appeared on her face, and she whispered, "Sir, you and Madam are back, do you need me to prepare lunch for later when Madam wakes up?"

Lu Jingchen hummed a response, not even bothering to change his shoes, as it was inconvenient while he was holding Song Qiao. His leather shoes directly stepped on the floor, leaving no marks. His voice was indifferent, "Also make her some soup, and a few dishes that she likes."

Mrs. Chen immediately responded, and then said after thinking for a bit, "We are out of groceries at home, I’ll go out to buy some now."

Lu Jingchen said nothing more and carried Song Qiao directly towards the second floor bedroom.

In fact, he had rarely come back to sleep at the villa during this period, sometimes he even stayed overnight at the office.

The last two nights, however, he had driven and stayed outside the Mu Mansion all night, and each time, he stayed the entire night before going straight to the office at dawn.

With Song Qiao not at home, the house felt like it was missing a lot of things, and seemed quieter. At this moment, the bedroom still had the red bedspread from their wedding day, red pillows, and the peanuts, dates, and candies on the floor which Mrs. Chen had cleaned away, and on the wall above the headboard, there hung their wedding photos, looking very much like a handsome couple.

He directly carried her back to the master bedroom, carefully, and very gently placed her on the bed, lifting the red comforter for her to sleep under.

Song Qiao seemed to feel uncomfortable, moved slightly, but did not wake up, flipped to another position, and continued sleeping.

The man did not leave immediately but sat by the bed, his gaze lingering on that small face he yearned for day and night, watching for a long while before he stood up, but as he was preparing to leave, the corner of his eye caught sight of noticeable bruises on the woman’s originally fair arm.

All of a sudden he remembered that he had been pulling her along, quite angrily, and hadn’t noticed the force he used, and the bruises were clearly caused by him being too forceful.

His gaze deepened, he turned around and left, and after a few minutes, he brought back a medical kit from outside.

After waking up, Song Qiao only felt that her eyes were very uncomfortable, as if swollen, her sense was not completely clear, and she instinctively wanted to raise her hand to rub her eyes, but her hand had just moved when she felt something restraining her, and it felt even more tightly bound when she moved.

Suddenly, a chill spread from the soles of her feet, jolting her awake, and she suddenly opened her eyes to see a familiar handsome face sleeping close by.

The breaths filled with his distinct scent, Song Qiao was somewhat dazed as she stared at the handsome face so close to her, and it took a good while before she slowly recognized who the man in front of her was.

Just as she wanted to struggle, the man, who was originally holding her, suddenly held her even tighter, and then his originally closed eyes suddenly opened.

His deep eyes, now tinged with the haze of just waking up, and after a long moment, the man’s deep and pleasant voice spoke directly, "Awake? Are you hungry?"