Chapter 561: Chapter 561

The weather gave An City a rather chilly appearance at night, and when Song Qiao came out, she didn’t go backstage to get her own clothes and belongings, not even her phone.

As she exited the doorway, she couldn’t help but shiver, which did not escape the attention of the perceptive man beside her. He forcibly draped his thin overcoat over her, covering her petite frame.

The man had also heard the sound of Song Qiao sucking in a breath of cold air, and his expression instantly darkened. Once he got into the car, he directly asked, "Where are you hurt?"

Upon closing the car door, he noticed traces of blood on his palm, which were clearly picked up just now, causing his eyes to darken even further. His voice carried a suppressed tone, evidently holding back his anger as he questioned the girl beside him.

The man’s countenance grew extremely grim, and his voice was forbiddingly cold, causing Song Qiao to instinctively shrink back.

He noticed this slight movement of hers, and his face became even more overcast, an unpleasant feeling slowly spreading in his heart.

Song Qiao seemed to sense the man’s displeasure and quickly shook her head, her voice soft yet tinged with a sensitive fear, "I’m fine!"

Her voice, somehow tender, reached the man’s ears. Seeing Song Qiao’s face somewhat pallid, as if she felt very unwell, his heart softened considerably. But then he asked again, more firmly, "I’m asking you, where are you hurt?"

His voice held an authoritative force that left no room for refusal, as if accustomed to such a tone, outright commanding.

The driver in front had been driving for Lu Jingchen for many years, and it was also him who drove Lu Jingchen and Song Qiao to the Civil Affairs Bureau on the day they got married. Naturally, he was aware that Lu Jingchen and Song Qiao were already husband and wife.

Watching his master’s countenance now, the driver couldn’t help but feel alarmed, subconsciously thinking that the lady must have done something to anger the master.

What’s more, he found it very strange -- why would the lady appear in a place like Night City?

Perhaps shocked by Lu Jingchen’s expression, Song Qiao cautiously and timidly extended her injured hand.

The initial cut by the fruit knife had not been large, but she accidentally tugged on it just now, and at this moment, the palm of her hand was full of blood, almost horrifying to look at, with a mangled appearance.

Upon seeing Song Qiao’s injured palm, Lu Jingchen’s originally graceful features instantaneously darkened, the lines of his jaw tensing up tightly, his face even more expressionless.

Seeing Lu Jingchen’s reaction, Song Qiao quickly understood that he must be even more displeased. Just as she was about to withdraw her hand, it was firmly held in place by the man’s gripping hand.

The man’s deep voice was husky, neither warm nor fiery, making it difficult to discern any emotion. Yet he commanded the driver, "Back to the villa!"

The driver hurriedly acknowledged and started the car towards the villa.

After giving his orders, he took out his phone and made a call with a low voice, "Call the family doctor to the villa immediately. I’ll be back in twenty minutes!"

The person on the other end of the phone immediately responded, "Yes, sir, I will arrange it right now!"

After hanging up the phone, Lu Jingchen tossed his mobile aside and refocused his attention on the small hand he was gripping tightly, his brow unconsciously furrowing.

Forced to hear all his directives, Song Qiao couldn’t help but speak up to explain, "Actually, it’s no big deal, I can take care of it myself when I get back. There’s no need for a doctor!"

Although married to Lu Jingchen, the two had met only a handful of times and knew very little about each other.

She didn’t want to marry Lu Jingchen, even resisting the marriage inwardly, just as Gu Linyuan had said -- from the beginning, she was very clear that she wasn’t worthy of Lu Jingchen.

Who is Lu Jingchen? The most powerful, influential man in An City, high-status, dignified, and elegant, not someone a woman of the least favor like her could match.

She didn’t want to marry Lu Jingchen, and another reason was that she didn’t want to be accused of being with him just for his money.

The public forced marriage had been the result of her own impulsive, foolish decision at the spur of the moment.

It was truly unexpected when Lu Jingchen agreed to marry her.

Lu Jingchen lifted his gaze, deep and profound, and frowned slightly as he spoke in a low voice, "Do you think your whole hand needs to be useless before you need a doctor?"

Song Qiao looked at the man in front of her in astonishment, seemingly not expecting him to have such a vile thought, and immediately denied, "Of course I didn’t think that way!"

Who would masochistically curse their own hand to become useless?

Lu Jingchen didn’t care and directly lifted her hand to take a look at the palm of her injured hand, asking, "How did you get hurt?"

"I accidentally cut myself with a fruit knife!" Song Qiao pursed her lips and answered truthfully.

By the time the two returned to the villa, twenty minutes had passed, and the family doctor had already been waiting inside for a long time.

Song Qiao sat on the sofa in the living room, with the doctor in front of her treating her wound. When the disinfectant was poured on the wound, she couldn’t help but gasp for air, and her complexion grew a few shades paler.

Lu Jingchen watched Song Qiao in front of him and couldn’t help but darken his face again. He directly instructed the family doctor, "She’s afraid of pain, be gentle!"

Because of Lu Jingchen’s words, the family doctor almost poked Song Qiao’s wounded palm with a cotton swab due to too much force, but fortunately, he reacted in time to avoid that tragedy.

The family doctor quickly nodded and continued to treat Song Qiao’s wound much more cautiously, and he couldn’t help but feel a sense of horror. When had Lu Shao ever cared for a woman ? He even specifically reminded him to be careful, noting that the girl was afraid of pain!

Could it be that this girl is the one Lu Jingchen has liked for many years?

Soon, the family doctor finished treating Song Qiao’s wound, gave her a few special instructions, and then left the villa. Follow current novels on 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕·𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎·𝚗𝚎𝚝

Song Qiao looked at her hand, now rewrapped in gauze, and couldn’t help but frown, feeling a bit uncomfortable and unaccustomed. Since it was her left hand that was hurt, it didn’t affect her general life, but sometimes she needed her right hand too!

Lu Jingchen looked at that palm-sized face and sat directly opposite her. Lifting his gaze indifferently towards her, he said, "Tell me, why did you go to Night City to work as a nightclub hostess? Are you short on money?"

Song Qiao’s body stiffened involuntarily, and she pursed her lips, looking at him before giving a slight nod, "Yes... I need five hundred thousand!"

Lu Jingchen’s jaw tensed. Hearing Song Qiao’s words, however, he relaxed a bit. In fact, he had just received a message from Lin Musen, saying that Song Qiao’s grandfather needed surgery that cost five hundred thousand. To others, five hundred thousand might not be much, but for Song Qiao and the Mu Family, it was a huge sum of money.

He was incredibly annoyed, for no other reason than one.

Lu Jingchen’s deep eyes stared intensely at her, the shards of ice in his gaze slowly shattering, showing a hint of anger as he said, "You need five hundred thousand, and you didn’t think to ask me for it? I, Lu Jingchen, wouldn’t be unable to produce five hundred thousand!"

Upon hearing Lu Jingchen’s words, Song Qiao was taken aback, and without thinking, she blurted out, "But we’re not very close. How can I simply ask you for five hundred thousand?"

"Heh!" With such a response, Lu Jingchen couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh. Then, catching her off guard, he stood up quickly, bent down, and clasped Song Qiao’s chin to kiss her.

When he first saw Song Qiao in Night City, especially when she looked utterly innocent, devoid of any model vibes, Lu Jingchen had long had such an impulse.

At this moment, Song Qiao hadn’t yet changed out of the clothes she wore in Night City, and she was still draped in a man’s thin long coat, which gave her an even more pure and innocent look.

Maybe because the man had drunk a little before, that scent of liquor and a hint of coolness filled her senses directly.

Song Qiao’s eyes widened as she looked at the handsome face so close to her, wanting to move, but the man seemed to sense it, pinning her waist with one hand, and grabbing her injured wrist with the other, soon forcing her down into the sofa.

Song Qiao seemed very petite, completely restrained in the man’s embrace. Perhaps it was the overwhelming momentum of this action, coupled with the fact that Song Qiao had never been treated this way by anyone, that she suddenly felt like she was about to be dismantled and devoured by the man.

"Lu Jingchen... no..." Taking advantage of the brief moment when the man slightly moved away, Song Qiao sobbed his name, her uninjured hand clumsily clutching at the man’s shirt on his chest, her face full of panicked expressions, clearly frightened by him.

Right then, she was truly scared. The man’s aggressive, dominating aura gave her the feeling she would soon be overwhelmed by him, leaving her helpless to resist the next second.

Her cheeks flushed due to difficulty in breathing, and the man’s strong presence approaching her face made her involuntarily blush, looking even more appealing than when she seemed pale and bloodless before.

Lu Jingchen was now satisfied, resting his forehead lightly against hers, with a voice somewhat hoarse as he said, "Song Qiao, have you forgotten we’re married? Still daring to say we’re not close? Huh?"

The two of them are now holders of the red marriage certificate, the photo on which he distinctly remembers.