Chapter 568: Chapter 568

Wanwan spoke in a soft, murmuring tone that was barely audible. If Lu Jingchen didn’t have extraordinarily keen hearing, he might not have caught the last part of her sentence, "Would he really let his beloved woman get hurt?"

Lu Jingchen didn’t know how much effort Wanwan had exerted just to utter that sentence.

Indeed, after speaking those words, Wanwan felt as if a massive stone weighed down on her heart. These emotions weren’t new to her in these past two years, but never had it felt so suffocating . Initially, it was a smooth suppression, then slowly it turned into a sharp pain that grew in intensity.

Biting her lips slightly, Wanwan almost tasted blood before she finally relaxed them.

Lu Jingchen didn’t respond immediately after she finished that sentence. Instead, he waited for a good while until he felt that Wanwan had gradually calmed her emotions a bit before speaking evenly, "Wanwan, you should know that Yan’er and you mean two different things to him!"

Upon hearing Lu Jingchen’s words, Wanwan was first taken aback, then a cold smile appeared on her face, her complexion pale, her eyes chilly as she stared straight ahead as if trying to see through something, "Yes, I almost forgot. To him, Ning Yan’er is more important. Even though I have loved him for over a decade, and even defied the elders of the Ning Family for him, I still can’t compare to Ning Yan’er!"

Because of that man, she was treated like a disobedient object by the elders of the Ning Family, and because Ning Yan’er was with that man, he did not choose her, instead consistently suppressing her, even going so far as to force her out of the Ning Family at all cost.

Whose fault was all this? Only her younger self to blame for foolishly falling in love with that man.

Lu Jingchen frowned slightly but spoke in an unruffled tone, "Wanwan, some things you should not conclude too hastily!" ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⁂𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⁂𝔫𝔢𝔱

Wanwan looked up at him, having suppressed the uncontrollable emotions on her face, her voice a bit hoarse as she changed the topic, "Let’s not talk about this anymore. I’ve let go of that man. Whatever happens between him and Ning Yan’er in the future has nothing to do with me!"

After composing herself, Wanwan put on a serious face and turned to Lu Jingchen, "Let’s talk about you and Qiaoqiao. Have you really married Qiaoqiao?"

Lu Jingchen took another sip of the plain water before responding faintly, "Didn’t she already tell you?"

Realizing that Lu Jingchen had seen through her intentions, Wanwan did not hide it but openly smiled, seemingly far removed from the person who had just been helplessly questioning him, and calmly looked at Lu Jingchen, "Lu Jingchen, do you like Qiaoqiao? Don’t tell me you married her because you fell in love, I know that you didn’t even know Qiaoqiao before this!"

Their acquaintance was not long, and she didn’t believe in love at first sight because they didn’t know enough about each other, perhaps only knowing each other’s identity. Thus, Wanwan knew there was no question of love or not between Song Qiao and Lu Jingchen.

Or perhaps, as Song Qiao had said, she impulsively forced a marriage on a random man on the street, and that man just happened to be Lu Jingchen, without her expecting him to agree.

And Wanwan also wanted to know why Lu Jingchen immediately agreed to Song Qiao’s forced proposal, even proving it with actions, going straight to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a marriage certificate.

"Well, the feeling is not bad, it just so happens that I needed a wife, and she just fits!" Lu Jingchen’s expression remained unchanged, his tone calm, his voice deep and pleasant as he looked up at Wanwan, continuing, "Although there is no love now, it doesn’t mean there won’t be in the future. My relationship with Qiaoqiao is not like yours and his, so you don’t need to watch me with such a guarded mindset!"

Wanwan, though exposed, didn’t seem embarrassed, but looked even more directly at the man opposite her, her smile very faint, her eyes dim and obscure, "The waters of the Lu Family run deep, and Song Qiao has never experienced these. If you truly need to marry Song Qiao, I hope you can properly protect her. Just don’t let the people of the Lu Family bully her, that’s all I ask!"

"I know!" Lu Jingchen naturally understood Wanwan’s meaning. After pausing, he added, "Don’t worry, since Song Qiao has married me, I naturally will take responsibility for her. From the moment she became my wife, I will protect her for life!"

Wanwan let out a soft sigh, and then as if something occurred to her, she tilted her chin slightly, "What about Yuqing then? Have you really let her go?"

Upon hearing this name he hadn’t heard in a long time, Lu Jingchen’s hand holding the cup stiffened involuntarily, gripping the cup even tighter as if about to crush it in his hand, the veins faintly visible, his eyes murky and lips tightly pressed, he remained silent.

Wanwan, pretending she saw nothing, sat up straight, picked up another cup of plain water and took a sip. After a while, with a cool smile on her face and a slightly chilly tone, she said, "Lu Jingchen, if you haven’t let go of Yuqing, you better not mess with Song Qiao. If I find out that you’ve made Song Qiao unhappy, I won’t let you off easily, even though I know I’m no match for you!"

Song Qiao is her best friend, and for her, their relationship goes beyond normal friendship, sharing everything except men.

Lu Jingchen finished the water in his cup, his eyebrows relaxed, almost with a sense of profound understanding, yet devoid of any other expressions beyond that, merely uttering faintly three words, "I know!"

From the start, Ning Wan had been almost scrutinizing his face, yet she could no longer capture any other emotions; the man had said those words as if merely mentioned in passing.

Ning Wan looked at the cup he placed back on the table, knowing it was empty. She hadn’t poured much water to start with, which would have been enough for one sip if she were drinking. Squinting with a shallow smile, she subconsciously asked, "Do you want more water?"

Lu Jingchen, looking at her smiling face, saw an indecipherable expression in his eyes, feeling that Ning Wan was now up to no good, his lips gradually forming a straight line, without showing any emotion, he muttered softly, "No need!"

Ning Wan continued smiling, showing great enthusiasm, seemingly ignoring Lu Jingchen’s words, stood up directly, picked up his cup, and spoke, "Don’t be too polite. Consider this as your own home, no need to be shy. Let me pour you another cup!"

Lu Jingchen, "..." The man slightly furrowed his brows watching Song Qiao as she got up and headed towards the water dispenser, silent.

Ning Wan took a few steps, then suddenly stopped and turned as if recalling something, smirked at Lu Jingchen, "Oh... I forgot to say, that was the last cup of water we had. We’ve just run out of water. The purified water is still downstairs and hasn’t been brought up yet. If you still want some, could you help me go downstairs and fetch a bottle? Otherwise, I’ll have Qiaoqiao and me fetch it later!"

Lu Jingchen’s lips tightened, knowing that Ning Wan wouldn’t let things go so simply; how could this girl not take the opportunity to trouble him a bit, now even starting to use Song Qiao to threaten him.

Really wondering, how much patience Xi Mohan had over those years, enduring being manipulated by Ning Wan for so many years without strangling her.

The tall and straight figure stood up the next second, Lu Jingchen’s expression unchanged, spoke indifferently, "I’ll go down and get it for you now!"

When Song Qiao came out halfway through her packing, she didn’t see Lu Jingchen, and couldn’t help but ask Qiaoqiao, "Huh? Where is he? Did he leave?"

He didn’t even inform her? Earlier when she told him not to come up he insisted on following, and now he left without saying a word.

Ning Wan walked to the kitchen and brought back a glass of milk for her, with a gentle and faint tone, "Oh, he didn’t leave, he just went down to get us some water, no, not us, just for me!"

Hearing Ning Wan’s words, the milk Song Qiao was drinking nearly sprayed out, but she managed to hold it back just in time, preventing spraying Ning Wan’s face. However, the sudden restraint caused her to choke on it, immediately resulting in a coughing fit.

Ning Wan looked somewhat disgusted at the continuously coughing Song Qiao but still patted her back, displeasedly said, "Qiaoqiao, try not to get too excited when drinking, otherwise you might get choked. Look at yourself now, painful, isn’t it?"

Song Qiao, "..." Damn, she was scared by her, where was the excitement?

At that moment, the door was opened, and Lu Jingchen came in. The handsome man appeared calm, noticing two gazes upon him, he looked up directly seeing Song Qiao and Ning Wan not far from the door, his expression unchanged, spoke, "Are you done packing?"

Song Qiao, seeing Lu Jingchen not carrying anything, subconsciously asked, "Wanwan said you went down to get water, you..."

Lu Jingchen just calmly hummed, then subtly stepped aside, opening a path as a suited man carrying a jug of purified water walked in, who upon seeing Song Qiao quickly put on a smile, greeted respectfully, "Hello, Mrs. President!"

At this very moment, within Ning Wan’s mind, it was as though ten thousand alpacas were galloping, her face changing repeatedly, looking very displeased at the man helping Lu Jingchen fetch water.