Chapter 583: Chapter 583

Song Qiao suddenly felt extremely wronged, even to the point of wanting to cry.

She had grown up and only ever had one boyfriend. The sudden betrayal of her ex-boyfriend had left her spirit in gloom, yet she was further provoked by Song Xi’s words, stating that she would marry any random man she pulled off the streets.

She had always thought that this man was gentle and refined in her presence. Perhaps because she hadn’t known him for very long and didn’t understand him well, she had never imagined that he would treat her this way.

When everything had settled down, the bedroom was filled with a lingering scent that hadn’t dissipated for a long time, and Lu Jingchen had a look of satisfaction in his deep eyes.

Song Qiao lay sprawled out on the bed, not wanting to move at all, feeling as if her entire body had been disassembled and reassembled.

The man gradually calmed down, turned his head to look at the girl lying beside him with her head buried in the pillow, her eyes closed, and tenderly kissed her cheek, speaking softly, "Sorry, I couldn’t control myself just now. How about I carry you to take a bath?"

Song Qiao didn’t even have the strength to raise her hand. She hummed twice and nodded, which counted as her consent.

When Lu Jingchen came out after taking a bath, what he saw by the bed was the woman with her cheeks against the pillow, sleeping with her eyes closed, bathed in the tranquil and serene light of the dim yellow lamplight.

Perhaps out of sheer exhaustion, the girl’s delicate eyelashes cast shadows over her tightly closed eyes, her body remaining motionless, and her brows slightly furrowed.

After slipping under the covers, Song Qiao was already cleaned up by him and changed into a nightgown. During the bath, he saw the girl wincing in pain, and noticed the deep and light kiss marks and pinch marks on her body, filled with immense regret.

He stretched out his arm and pulled the girl into his embrace, lowered his head to kiss her cheek, and said in a low, apologetic voice, "Qiaoqiao, I’m sorry, I won’t let you hurt again next time, I’ll make sure you’re comfortable!"

The girl was already too tired to move, letting him pull her into his arms. She snuggled symbolically closer into his chest, merely humming twice as if to protest, her small hand clutching at his sleep robe.

Lu Jingchen looked at the girl in his arms, who was like a little kitten, and his previously gloomy mood instantly dissipated. A smile overflowed from his throat as he held her even tighter and closed his eyes.

The next day, Song Qiao was awakened by an odd sensation on her body, moving slightly, she felt sore all over. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚•𝙣𝙚𝙩

She cracked her eyes open to the sight of the crystal chandelier overhead. The curtains were drawn, allowing the bedroom to be very bright.

Lying in bed, she wanted to get up but just couldn’t. She closed her eyes again, and her mind was in chaos, yet one thought was exceedingly clear.

She placed her hand on her forehead, her delicate face had regained its color, yet it was expressionless, until, gradually, she curled up a mocking smile.

Her mind was full of memories from last night, including the man’s deep gaze intently fixed on her, and the low voice whispering to her.

’Qiaoqiao, stay with me... I need you, stay with me...’

But for some reason, hearing those words from the man, seeing her reflection in those eyes, she felt that his words...weren’t really meant for her, and she distinctly sensed that... Lu Jingchen wasn’t in good spirits last night.

Was it because of... Zuo Yuqing?

Song Qiao lay in bed for over ten minutes before finally lifting the covers and sitting up. The space beside her had already lost its warmth by the time she woke up, indicating that the man had long since risen.

She shifted her body slightly, only to feel soreness all over, involuntarily gasping and frowning slightly, biting her teeth to move herself to the edge of the bed, and stepping barefoot directly onto the floor.

During those few minutes, she thought a lot, including about her marriage with Lu Jingchen, about what was between them, and about... the five hundred thousand that Lu Jingchen had paid for her grandfather’s surgery.

She was self-aware indeed. To put it nicely, that five hundred thousand was offered to help her, but to put it unpleasantly, it was the price for selling herself.

In exchange for the fifty thousand for her grandfather, she had sold herself to Lu Jingchen. Thus, everything that happened last night didn’t really leave her any grounds for feeling aggrieved.

Lu Jingchen entered the room just in time to see Song Qiao frowning with her bare feet on the floor, looking down as if she was searching for something!

The man’s expression chilled, his voice carried a few shades of gloom, "Song Qiao, what are you doing?"

Song Qiao was startled by this sudden sound, almost heart-stoppingly so, whipping her head around only to see the man with a sullen, handsome face walking towards her. Her mouth opened as if to say something, but before she could, the tall and straight figure had already approached her and, without a word, scooped her up in a horizontal carry, then in the next second, she found herself thrown amidst the bedding on the bed.

From beside her ear came the man’s voice, tinged with a bit of reprimand, "Song Qiao, how many times have I told you, barefoot on the floor, do you think you’re too healthy?"

Her body was already uncomfortable, and after being thrown by the man , Song Qiao couldn’t help but gasp, her little face crumpling in pain.

The sense of grievance in her heart surged up instantly. Song Qiao lay on the bed, turned her head, and glared at the man behind her, her eyes slightly red, her tone filled with a bit of grievance, "Lu Jingchen, what are you doing? Wasn’t last night’s torment enough? Do you wish me ill?"

Last night this man had taken advantage of being drunk to play the brute, now he was still treating her this way. Her body was already in great discomfort, and this new jolt made her feel like she was falling apart.

Who says this man is gentle and refined?

He’s nothing but abhorrent, truly detestable!

Lu Jingchen also noticed the unusual state of Song Qiao, pausing before he remembered last night how he had made this little woman suffer so, definitely rendering her uncomfortable. He had reacted like that just now because he saw Song Qiao barefoot on the ground, unable to control himself.

Feeling a bit of regret in his heart, he stepped forward and directly picked her up, reaching out to brush the hair from her forehead, and began speaking awkwardly yet tenderly, "I’m sorry, I apologize to you. Did you get hurt down there? I went out to buy some medicine just now, would you let me apply it for you?"

Last night he truly hadn’t restrained himself, tormenting Song Qiao so much that she was sure to be injured. Thinking of this, the man became even more remorseful, but without regret.

After all, Song Qiao’s taste was quite exceptional – any man would lose control.

Hearing Lu Jingchen’s words, Song Qiao, who had initially felt somewhat aggrieved, blushed immediately, pushing him away and outright refusing, "You don’t need to help, I can do it myself!"

That place... how could she possibly let him do it?