Chapter 600: Chapter 600

"I said I don’t want to sleep anymore, Lu Jingchen what do you want exactly? Let go, I want to get up, if you want to sleep, do it yourself." Song Qiao said coldly with a frown, raising her hand trying to break free from his large hand that was across her waist, intending to get up directly.

Sometimes her mood inexplicably turns sour, and she felt the urge to lash out for no particular reason, and that’s exactly what Lu Jingchen thought of the current Song Qiao.

The man, who was already irritable from waking up, suddenly had his mood worsen from being woken up abruptly, and now he had to deal with the woman beside him making a fuss, causing Lu Jingchen’s mood to sink even further. Before Song Qiao could react, he swiftly flipped over, pressing the woman who was about to get up directly beneath him, instantly resulting in a position with him on top and her below.

Reaching out and gripping her delicate chin, Lu Jingchen’s tone carried a slight suppression, deep and clear in the chilly morning, "Qiaoqiao, what exactly are you trying to do?"

She didn’t sleep much last night, and neither did he. These past few days, both of them seemed to sleep and wake together, but he generally had trouble sleeping, so effectively, he was awake while she was asleep.

Now, having been agitated , the already drowsy man had completely lost any sleepiness, his deep eyes sharp as shattered ice, scrutinizing every minute expression on the exquisitely small face of the woman beneath him.

Having her chin gripped was somewhat uncomfortable, and along with being pressed down by the man, with her hands secured above her head, she felt like a fish on a chopping block, ready to be slaughtered.

Song Qiao stopped struggling and seemed to give up, sinking into a profound quietness, steadily gazing at the handsome face before her with a slightly hoarse voice, "Lu Jingchen, I want to ask you the same, what are you trying to do?"

If only the two of them could treat each other with mutual respect, how wonderful that would be. This marriage wasn’t out of love to begin with. Each should mind their own business, live their own lives, with her occasionally playing the role of Mrs. Lu for him to stave off anyone from Song Xi’s side.

She couldn’t tell if it was just her illusion, but she always felt like she was in a position that didn’t belong to her.

Just like... a substitute.

Probably because of Zuo Yuqing’s presence...

"What do I want?" Lu Jingchen’s face wore a smirk that wasn’t quite a smile, his gaze low as he looked at her face which was either well-maintained or naturally blessed with smooth, fair skin that felt incredible to the touch. He leaned down slowly, moving close to her lips wanting to kiss those slightly colored and extremely tempting lips, his voice murmuring, "Was I not vigorous enough last night, thus leaving you with so much energy to wrangle with me this morning?"

Song Qiao’s eyes quickly flashed with panic, swiftly turning her face away, and the kiss landed on her cheek.

The woman’s voice was low, filled with a hint of resistance, "Lu Jingchen, is it that every time you see me, you only think about wanting to get physical?"

"I am not Xi Shi," he laughed, each part of him exuding a proud and cultured aura, but underneath lay a chilling tone, his voice tinged with a hint of ambiguity, "Don’t say your taste isn’t pleasant; sometimes it feels utterly normal to die on you."

The words were overtly risqué yet there was a distinctly threatening undertone, almost as if... with gritted teeth.

However, Song Qiao did not pick up on that layer of emotion, only feeling a surge of anger breaking at his words, her face instantly blushing, her eyes full of raging annoyance. The hands that were gripped tightly tried to break free, and even her body pressed beneath could no longer stay calm, "Lu Jingchen... you... you pervert."

"I can be even more of a pervert." The man, unconcerned with her embarrassment and irritation, kept his gaze fixed on her, his chilly lips landing fervently on her face, her chin, forcibly turning her face towards him and before she could react, he thrust his hot tongue into her mouth.

The previously irritated woman was suddenly filled with panic and confusion, the voice that reached her lips infinitely shattered, "Lu... Lu Jingchen..."

Lu Jingchen pressed her down into the bedding, his hand on her chin now clutching the back of her head, regardless of her resistance and shoving, he kissed her intensely.

Each morning, the man was always very energetic, and now stimulated by those words, it seemed unjust to himself not to act.

Whether it was that the woman felt too delightful, or he had abstained for too long, once he touched her, it was like he encountered poppy, simply unable to stop.

After a session that lasted for an hour, Song Qiao found herself exhausted atop the man, her body feeling unbearably soft and uncomfortable. For more chapters visıt N()velFire.net

Her breathing slowly stabilized, and as she slightly opened her eyes to look at the man who was also calming down, the reddish rims of her eyes gradually filled with glistening tears.

The tears, like pearls off a string, kept falling down, sliding along her cheeks to her chin, then rolling off her chin and striking the man’s bared chest.

Actually, she didn’t know why she was crying, it was just an inexplicable sourness in her nose.

During this time, her life was neither bad nor good, but her emotions seemed to be controlled by this man.

Just like now, after being agitated again, her mind was muddled, slightly dazed, but looking at that incredibly handsome face, the tears uncontrollably rolled down.

Lu Jingchen probably didn’t expect Song Qiao to cry, and seeing those tears fall with such torrential force, he was initially stunned before he reached out to cup her face and lift it to meet his gaze, watching her cry for a while before he seemed to adapt, slowly propping himself up and began wiping her tears with his hand.

The man’s voice was hoarse and slightly irritable, yet still gentle, "Why are you crying? Does something hurt?"

Song Qiao didn’t speak, just kept her head down and cried, while the man, with his calloused hands, wiped her tears, which felt slightly prickly, but the speed of wiping couldn’t keep up with the falling of tears.

Lu Jingchen had already sat up, the silk blanket rolled off them both, leaving a sticky sensation between the two. Seeing that the tears seemed endless, his movements became somewhat rougher, his voice firm, "Enough, Song Qiao. If you cry again, we’ll continue."

Song Qiao felt uncomfortable internally and didn’t have the energy to deal with him, pushing him away directly, "Get away from me, don’t touch me."

"Try being stubborn again," Lu Jingchen’s expression darkened, but seeing the girl’s tears, he pursed his lips, grabbed her waist with one hand to restrain her, his voice hoarse and seductive, "I told you to stop crying. If you cry again, I’ll kiss you, and I won’t guarantee that nothing else will happen."

Song Qiao paused, her face still in shock, but her tears stopped, she gasped slightly, "Lu Jingchen, I regret marrying you. Let’s get a divorce now; I don’t want to be with you anymore."

The man’s expression froze, his posture unchanged, but the hand on her waist tightened, he sneered coldly, his tone neither warm nor fiercy, "But I don’t want to divorce you right now."

Song Qiao bit her lip, her breathing became more rapid, her eyes watery as she looked at him, pitifully, her lips moved but she said nothing.

Lu Jingchen watched her for a while, then lifted the blanket, but did not put her down, instead he directly picked her up, his tone somewhat gentler, "I’ll take you to shower."

Because she was agitated by Lu Jingchen in the morning, Song Qiao arrived at the office two full hours late. It was only upon arriving that she learned someone had arranged for her to have a two-hour leave this morning.

Song Qiao thought for a moment, and figured it was likely that man, Lu Jingchen.

Wearing a high-necked sweater to cover the numerous kiss marks, Song Qiao entered the office with a somewhat unwell expression. People greeted her, and she responded lightly, clearly in a low mood.

"Qiaoqiao, what’s wrong?" Just as she sat down, Lu An’an slid her chair next to her, her tone carrying concern.

Song Qiao settled her handbag down, her complexion somewhat pale as she shook her head with a weak smile, "I’m fine."

Lu An’an narrowed her eyes at a kiss mark accidentally exposed by the high-necked sweater, but she seemed to understand, pulling out a turkey sandwich and a cup of coffee from nowhere and placing them on her desk with a pleasant smile, speaking warmly, "I wanted to invite you for breakfast this morning, but came to know you had taken two hours off, here, I just reheated it for you, eat it while it’s hot."

Song Qiao hesitated, but didn’t refuse, turning to Lu An’an with a grateful smile, "Thank you, An’an sis."

She had indeed had an unpleasant interaction with Lu Jingchen earlier, so when he took her out for breakfast, she barely ate, only symbolically taking a couple of bites.

From last night till now, she hadn’t eaten much, and was somewhat feeling unwell.

"Do I still need to say thank you?" Lu An’an rolled her eyes at her, then added, "By the way, those three newbies you’re supervising have already arrived at the company early. They couldn’t find you in the office just now; they should be waiting for you in the rehearsal room on the eighth floor now."