Chapter 477: Chapter 477

Song Qiao did not come down for dinner, so Lu Jingchen also did not eat much; after hastily taking a few bites, he put all the barely touched dishes, except for one soup, into the refrigerator.

Lu Jingchen did not immediately go back to the bedroom, but instead went straight to the study.

It had been a long while since he last visited the study, he couldn’t quite remember. Before the wedding, he was busy with wedding preparations and would go directly from work to home. After arriving home, he would generally have dinner with Song Qiao and then sit in the living room to deal with other matters.

What about after the wedding?

Song Qiao went back to the Mu Mansion directly, and he rarely even returned to the villa, not to mention visiting the study.

Turing on all the lights in the study, the originally dim room instantly lit up as bright as daytime. Probably because Ms. Chen often came up to clean, even though he hadn’t visited the study in such a long time, there wasn’t a hint of any odd smell.

He took a seat directly at the desk without turning on the computer, and opened the bottom drawer to search through it. After rummaging for a while, he pulled out a moderately sized photo album from a pile of neatly arranged items. The album didn’t look very old and was well-preserved.

Sitting the album on the desktop, Lu Jingchen unwound the small red string and opened it, the first thing he saw was a photo of a little girl, about six or seven years old. The lower right corner of the photo showed it was taken 17 years ago, and it was clearly a candid shot; you could only see her profile, but it was clear enough to make out the little girl’s face.

If Song Qiao saw this photo, she would be terrified to recognize that it was her at seven years old.

Lu Jingchen’s fingers, distinct in joints and slender, brushed over the photo as if touching the girl’s cheek, his expression softening considerably.

After a while, he turned to the second page, the third, the fourth... turning page by page, all the photos were of Song Qiao as a child, from when she was seven to fifteen years old. After fifteen, there were no more.

Lu Jingchen spent more than half an hour in the study, just looking at a photo album; it wasn’t a large album, all the photos were of Song Qiao from the ages of seven to fifteen, totaling about twenty to thirty photos, with very few showing her directly facing the camera; one could tell at a glance they were taken surreptitiously.

Who would have thought, the dignified CEO of CK Corporation, had actually harbored feelings for her since she was just a little girl?

Possibly, even Song Qiao would never imagine that at seven years old, Lu Jingchen had already identified her as the most important person in his life.

Because of this, even Lu Jingchen found it incredibly unimaginable to this day.

But if it were not for this, when Song Qiao forced him into marriage on the street back then, if he had not recognized her at that moment, no matter how bold Song Qiao was or how hard she tried, he would not have agreed to marry her so easily.

He was always a man of great self-control; his marriage was not something anybody could interfere with, not even his parents. He had once thought that if he did not meet the woman he loved in this lifetime, he would momentarily not marry, and when it became necessary to take a wife due to life circumstances, just randomly marrying someone would not be an issue.

Before being forced into marriage on the street by Song Qiao, that was indeed how he thought; the presence or absence of love in marriage was not important to him at that time, because he was inherently a man of few desires.

But then he met Song Qiao, the girl who had fascinated him over a decade ago, so he wouldn’t specifically restrain himself; what he thought in his heart, he would do, that was all his reactions and behaviors after meeting Song Qiao.

After closing the album, Lu Jingchen placed it on the desk, even leaning back in his chair, his deep eyes gazing at the crystal chandelier overhead, just feeling his eyes stinging a bit, making him uncomfortable, he couldn’t help but pinch the bridge of his nose, feeling an increasing sense of powerlessness.

For a moment, he felt tired too, but the thought of letting Song Qiao go, just thinking about it, he couldn’t do it, let alone actually go through with it.

The next day when Song Qiao woke up, it was a natural wake up, she opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling for a while before slowly recalling what had happened the night before.

Just as she was about to move, she realized that it seemed like her limbs were trapped, and it took her a moment to realize that what she was breathing in was the familiar scent of a man.

Suddenly, she let go of all her previous decisions, at that moment, listening to the man’s steady, strong heartbeat, she actually felt a sense of peace and couldn’t resist cuddling more into the man’s embrace.

Ever since she realized she had fallen in love with Lu Jingchen, she had been very careful to hide her feelings so that no one would discover them, sometimes even deceiving herself, telling herself that she didn’t love this man.

That’s why her previous decisive words were without any hesitation.

The woman’s careful movement eventually woke the already sensitive man, he slightly opened his eyes and lowered his head looking at Song Qiao in his arms, since he couldn’t see her face and could only see the top of her head, he assumed she was still not awake. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒•𝙣𝙚𝙩