Chapter 475: Chapter 475

Making a meal doesn’t take too long, but it’s not exactly short either. Right now, Song Qiao just wants to have a good sleep; when she’s asleep, she wouldn’t think so much, so she didn’t really plan on cooking a meal for this man.

Even though she didn’t plan to cook for him, she still had to see if the man would agree. After buying some vegetables, and passing by the meat section, Lu Jingchen pulled her directly to the freezer and began picking out meat, also asking someone to help him choose a fish to prepare.

Song Qiao, "...", suddenly regretted coming with him. Could she just directly go find Chu Munan and return together to the Mu Mansion?

When it was finally time to check out, the shopping cart was filled with fruits, vegetables, and meats, and quite a lot of them. Song Qiao looked at the items in the shopping cart but didn’t say anything.

Buying so much, she wasn’t worried about it going bad as there was still Chen’s mother at the villa who naturally would cook for Lu Jingchen.

By the time they returned to the villa, it was already half-past eleven. After Assistant Xue dropped them off, Lu Jingchen told him to just go back but reminded him to come over tomorrow morning to pick him up.

Song Qiao didn’t carry any shopping bags; all were carried by the man. She didn’t try to snatch them to carry herself, but instead walked expressionlessly into the villa.

It turns out his shamelessness and persistence are truly formidable. Song Qiao didn’t say anything and just walked straight into the kitchen to prepare dinner for him.

Actually, her mood still wasn’t very good. The man’s behavior tonight was simply too much for her to adjust to quickly. She had never seen Lu Jingchen with such a good temper as tonight.

She even distinctly saw Lu Jingchen cooing and speaking gentler to her.

Actually, he didn’t have to be ; she had already gotten used to the man whose moods were unpredictable, but she said nothing.

Probably because even if she did say something, it would only directly upset that man, and if he really turned back into that furious man, it wouldn’t be of any benefit to her.

The kitchen was neatly organized, with all the kitchenware and utensils methodically arranged; all these were tidied up daily by Chen’s mother.

During lunchtime, Chen’s mother even told her that for the past few days, Lu Jingchen hadn’t eaten a single meal at the villa, so besides cleaning the rooms and washing the kitchenware each day, Chen’s mother practically had nothing to do and was almost growing mold from being so idle.

Lu Jingchen walked in carrying the shopping bags, all three large bags packed with fruits, vegetables, meats, and a few packets of snacks that Lu Jingchen specifically bought and placed in the trolley in case Song Qiao wanted to eat them, worried there would be none available.

In his heart, he believed that this time Song Qiao was truly moving back to live with him, and even if she didn’t want to move back, he had countless ways to make her move back and live with him.

How long has it been since he slept holding her? Lu Jingchen almost forgot what that feeling was. Follow current novels on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝔫𝔢𝔱

Walking into the kitchen and seeing her starting to clean the pot gave him a sense of a cozy, homey vibe. His heart, which felt like a barren wasteland, suddenly began sprouting vibrant grass.

Setting down the shopping bag, he walked behind her, embraced her waist, and effortlessly took the pan from her, letting the faucet water rinse off the foam. His deep voice was incredibly pleasant, "Qiaoqiao, start coming back to live with me from today, okay?"

The man’s voice was excessively tender, making Song Qiao’s heart skip a beat, but her body stiffened in an instant. It took her a while before she faintly uttered a few words, "I don’t want to."

Hearing her words, the man’s body flinched, but he quickly regained his composure. She didn’t want to, but he would not allow it.

"We are husband and wife, Qiaoqiao." His tender, husky voice whispered in her ear, clenching the hand that held her tighter, "Living apart for too long isn’t good, and moreover, it has not been long since our wedding. Rumors will inevitably spread, Qiaoqiao, you may not want this, but have you thought about what these rumors would turn into if you don’t come back and live with me? Perhaps, even your grandfather could be affected by these rumors."

He patiently continued to explain, "The Lu Family has a large business and a century-old foundation here; naturally, we are not worried about these things. But have you ever thought about if these rumors directly target your grandfather and the Song Family? Including Song Xi, who is gradually developing, they will all be affected."

The man’s voice and demeanor were exceedingly tender, never seen before, but his words were like a knife, cutting through her logic and nerves.

These issues, indeed, Song Qiao had not considered. These past few days, she simply didn’t want to see Lu Jingchen, didn’t want to be involved in his world, nor did she want him to be part of hers.

Seeing Song Qiao suddenly fall silent, Lu Jingchen knew his words had an effect. After kissing her cheek, he softly sighed and said, "Go take a shower, I’ll cook. Come down after you’re done; I’ll have everything ready soon."

He actually rather preferred to eat the food cooked by Song Qiao herself, but seeing her now, it seemed impossible.

Immediately after returning to the bedroom on the second floor, Song Qiao went straight into the bathroom to take a shower. Throughout the twenty-odd minutes of showering, she kept pondering over this issue.

Lu Jingchen cooked three dishes and one soup, not too much nor too little, just enough for two people to eat together. After finishing, he waited in the dining room for a long while but did not see Song Qiao come down to eat, so he snuffed out the cigarette in his hand and went straight upstairs.

The lights in the main bedroom on the second floor were off, casting shadows in the dimness. Initially, Lu Jingchen thought Song Qiao wasn’t in the bedroom, but after a moment’s thought, he decided to open the door and turn on the light, indeed discovering the woman lying asleep on the bed.

At this moment, Song Qiao had already taken a shower and changed into a very conservative set of pajamas. There was no air conditioning in the room, only the patio door open, so she was lying directly on top of the blanket, her complexion not looking very good.