Chapter 564: Chapter 564

Song Qiao vomited blood, she’s really losing it now!

How can a man with such eccentric quirks even have friends?

Having suddenly realized something after breakfast, Lu Jingchen put down his bowl and chopsticks, looked up at Song Qiao, and asked with a crooked smile, "Oh, I forgot that today is Saturday and there’s no work. Here’s the plan: I’ll take you back later, and you need to pack up and move in immediately!"

Song Qiao always had the habit of eating late-night snacks, and because she didn’t have any last night, she had already started sipping millet porridge. Hearing Lu Jingchen’s abrupt statement, she almost choked on the perfectly cooked porridge. Catching her breath, she looked up at Lu Jingchen and blurted out, "Can I choose not to move in?"

Because her left hand was injured, she could only eat with a spoon held in her right hand, which made cooking breakfast with one hand a half-hour endeavor.

Lu Jingchen wiped his mouth with a napkin then glanced at her with a lazy, half-smiling gaze that didn’t miss the bright gleam in the girl’s eyes. "If you don’t need that 500,000 for your grandfather’s surgery, then of course, you don’t have to move," he reminded with a casual tone.

Using the 500,000 as a threat, Lu Jingchen had to admit that it was somewhat underhanded, but he didn’t mind playing dirty just this once.

Song Qiao knew there was no room for negotiation. For the sake of the 500,000, she had to move, willing or not.

"But if I move, Wanwan will be living alone, and I’m worried about her!" She and Ning Wan had lived together for so many years and shared a profound friendship, rarely found in the world, where they could share everything but men.

And if she moved out, Wanwan would definitely be unhappy.

"I’ll arrange a new and safer place for her to live!" Knowing the neighborhood also had security issues, which was part of Song Qiao’s concerns, Lu Jingchen could easily understand this.

Song Qiao was speechless, unable to find a single reason to refuse. This man had obviously planned everything, and she figured she’d have to move regardless of her objections. She tried tentatively, "I can move in, but can I stay in the guest room?"

Living in the same room with this man, what if she accidentally barged in on the legendary scene of the beautiful man emerging from the bath and couldn’t resist pouncing on and devouring him?

Although she’d feel like she’d taken advantage, the idea was... admittedly tantalizing.

As Lu Jingchen stood up, preparing to go upstairs and heard Song Qiao’s words, the smile on his lips deepened. He spoke nonchalantly, "Don’t worry, even if you throw yourself into my arms, I won’t lay a hand on you!" After saying this, his gaze slid to Song Qiao’s chest and he commented meaningfully, "No figure, no chest, just a pretty face; indeed, it’s hard to get started!"

Song Qiao, "..." Damn it!

This time, instead of modestly covering herself like she had before, Song Qiao glared at him, teeth almost gritted as she said, "In that case, I’ll take it as you’ve agreed!" She blinked and added, "But also, my physique is still developing. Just because my chest is small now doesn’t mean it will always be!"

After speaking, Song Qiao instantly regretted her words, feeling like she wanted to slap herself while both laughing and crying.

Why was she able to discuss such indecent topics with this man?

His gaze now shifted onto her face, his voice filled with a mirthful tone and his eyes twinkled with a deep, suggestive look, "So... are you hinting that I need to do something with you to help your chest ’develop’?"

Song Qiao, "..." Surely, her own skills were too weak to combat this devilish man in front of her.

Song Qiao felt that if she continued to discuss such a topic with this man, she would be tormented to the point of despair and wouldn’t even know when her clothes had been stripped off.

The clothes delivery arrived just as Song Qiao had finished cleaning up the kitchen. When she came out dressed, Lu Jingchen had just descended from the study.

Dressed in an elegant knee-length milky white short-sleeve dress, Song Qiao stood in the living room, her slender fingers fidgeting with the dress, her eyebrows furrowed as if she felt a bit awkward. However, from Lu Jingchen’s angle, he could see the girl’s picturesque and serene brow, making Song Qiao look like a painting, more beautiful and moving than at any moment before.

Song Qiao heard the man’s steady footsteps behind her and subconsciously turned around, crashing into the man’s profound gaze, which instantly sent a suspicious red flush to her ears. Her lips moved, but she said nothing.

Lu Jingchen, seeing her look as if she had something to say but was unsure how to voice it, couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. He took a few steps to stand a short distance in front of her and asked, "What’s wrong?"

Song Qiao’s face immediately showed a pleasing expression, "Is there any other clothing I can change into?" After Song Qiao spoke, she quickly noticed the dumbfounded look in the man’s eyes and hurriedly explained, "I don’t really like wearing dresses, plus this dress is too valuable!"

When the dress was delivered, the price tag hadn’t even been removed. She glanced at the price earlier and thought she saw wrong, but then she remembered Lu Jingchen’s status and realized that such a price probably didn’t mean much to this man. However, it was a different story for her.

Just this one dress alone was worth several hundred thousand or more, a wealthy person’s sense of time is truly beyond understanding.

She was no stranger to the brand of this dress; as an agent, she naturally needed to be familiar with clothing from major brands for the sake of her clients’ needs.

As far as she knew, there was only one store in An City that carried this dress, a place frequented by rich daughters and noble ladies of high society. Official source ıs 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✦𝘧𝙞𝙧𝙚✦𝕟𝕖𝕥

"You don’t like wearing dresses?"

In just a few short words, she heard a different tone in the man’s voice, as if something was brewing in Song Qiao’s heart, but at that moment she didn’t think too much of it. She didn’t believe Lu Jingchen would have bought just one dress. There should be other clothes as well.

She nodded and looked at him eagerly, her voice clear and soft, "You should have other clothes, right? I don’t want to wear a dress, and my shoes don’t match this one!"

Lu Jingchen narrowed his eyes as he watched her, her tiny face full of expressions, changing like masks in an early morning performance, the arc of her lips growing deeper, "I had only one dress delivered. If you don’t like wearing it, you have the option of wearing a bathrobe, or... streaking!"

Lu Jingchen’s words once again refreshed Song Qiao’s perception of the man. She thought she’d seen her fair share of despicable people, but this was her first time meeting a man as dreadful as Lu Jingchen.

Streaking? She couldn’t believe he’d even suggest it!

Unexpectedly, when the two were ready to leave the villa, Lu Jingchen produced a pair of beige stilettos that looked unworn, completely matching the dress as if they were intentionally paired.

Song Qiao stood at the entrance, just about to put on the bright red high heels she had worn the previous night from Night City. She hesitated, not sure whether to wear them or not, looking somewhat astonished as the handsome man slowly knelt before her and personally helped her slip on the shoes.

The size was just right, as if they had been bought specifically for her, leaving her feeling a bit disheveled by the suddenness.

She had answered the door when the dress was delivered, but there had been no shoes with the garment bag at the time. Could these shoes have just appeared out of nowhere?

It wasn’t until he asked her to lift her other foot that she came back to her senses and asked, "Can you perform magic?"

Lu Jingchen stood up, satisfied after looking at the shoes on her feet, and glanced at her natural expression as if she had asked the question on purpose, which made him laugh, "The shoes were bought by my secretary, who had them delivered this morning along with the dress in this color!"

Song Qiao responded with an understanding "oh," her curiosity piqued. She didn’t know his secretary, but she didn’t think too much about it and chose not to ask.

"Let’s go, we’ll first stop by your rental place to pack up your things," Lu Jingchen said as he casually took her uninjured hand without any warning and walked out of the villa.

Since Lu Jingchen lived alone and didn’t like strangers in his living space, aside from hiring a housekeeper for regular cleaning, he didn’t employ any servants at the villa.

The black Maybach was already parked outside, and the driver quickly got out and opened the car door when he saw the two emerge.

Song Qiao was quite well-behaved, sitting on the other side with proper posture, the very image of a lady.

The driver, having once driven Song Qiao back, knew where she lived. After Lu Jingchen gave an instruction, the driver started the car.

Neither of them spoke. Lu Jingchen had a laptop on his knees and was typing rapidly, a speed that made Song Qiao look on in astonishment.

However, what Song Qiao definitely didn’t expect was that half an hour later, when Lu Jingchen accompanied her to the home she rented with Ning Wan, she had planned to have Ning Wan show some reluctance. Unexpectedly, that carefree girl, upon learning that Song Qiao was going to move in with Lu Jingchen, not only did not show any reluctance, but almost couldn’t wait to agree, even going so far as to sell her out.