It’s not that she deliberately wanted to back down, but she felt that Lu Jingchen’s gaze had never left her, and the man’s gaze was simply too intense and focused, forcing her to retreat.
She admitted that there was still a place for Lu Jingchen in her heart, and precisely because of this, she wanted to hurriedly escape.
Otherwise, she feared that if she couldn’t control her impulses, she might just pounce on the man.
Song Qiao walked towards the kitchen, and Lu Jingchen kept watching her departing back until her figure disappeared from sight. Only then did he retract his gaze and glanced around the living room.
After fainting here in the morning and going to the hospital to wake up again, he had Xue Te investigate the news around here, but the information was sparse. He only knew that this apartnt was bought by Ji Sifan a week ago, and yesterday Chu Munan appeared directly from Beijing in An City, presumably to find Song Qiao. He even knew that Chu Munan personally went to pick Song Qiao up and bring her here, but he knew nothing else.
Indeed, the fault was his own in the morning. His mood wasn’t great back then; after all, Song Qiao had disappeared for an entire day, and his inability to find her had plumted his mood to its lowest. When he did find her, he learned she was with Chu Munan. How could he still remain calm?
After waking up in the hospital, he regretted his words and actions from earlier.
"Have so tea." As he lowered his eyes and was thinking, Song Qiao directly brought a cup of tea over and placed it in front of Lu Jingchen. "This is the tea Chu Munan brewed earlier. It tastes good, you should both like it."
The man lifted his gaze and looked at her steadily, his eyes slightly deepening, his Adam’s apple shifting, and his voice subtly lowered with an almost imperceptible caution, "Qiaoqiao, this morning’s incident was my fault..."
Song Qiao was taken aback, her gaze fell on him, but she remained silent.
Because she didn’t know what to say; after all, Lu Jingchen had always been soone high above others, who never conceded to anyone, let alone said sorry.
However... this ti, he was cautiously saying sorry to her, which left her feeling caught off guard.
Seeing Song Qiao remain silent, Lu Jingchen’s gaze deepened further, his voice becoming hoarser, "Qiaoqiao, you should know our marriage cannot end easily. As long as I don’t want to divorce, you are still my wife..."
Song Qiao paused, looking at the man before her and couldn’t help but curve her lips into a faint sarcastic smile, "Are you threatening ?"
"No." He directly denied, furrowing his brow; he was here to admit his wrongdoing, but sohow, it seed as if he was threatening instead.
Song Qiao, "...but your words just now were threatening ."
Lu Jingchen pursed his lips before speaking, "I never intended to threaten you; I know... you don’t like it."
Song Qiao, "..." She remained silent, blinking her eyes.
Lu Jingchen directly stood up and sat beside her, cupping her face with both hands to have her look directly at him. His posture was completely relaxed, his gaze fixed on her, his voice unusually gentle and cautious as he spoke, "Qiaoqiao, I love you. You leaving five years ago made lose so much, and I don’t want to lose you again. Wangshu also needs a mother, please don’t abandon and Wangshu, alright?"
His deep gaze fixed on her, without the slightest concealnt of his affection and tenderness towards her.
Song Qiao could feel the man’s warm breath spreading across her face, and the heat of his palm on her cheek made her break out in goosebumps, a tingling sensation spreading from her feet throughout her body.
The living room was very quiet, with only the two of them, close enough to feel each other’s presence.
After what felt like ages, Song Qiao took a deep breath, lowered her eyes to look at her hands, contemplated for about half a minute, then raised her eyes to speak directly to Lu Jingchen, "We can not divorce, but I have conditions."
Lu Jingchen’s breathing tightened; naturally, he was sowhat excited inside, but he managed to suppress it. "Tell , as long as it’s within my ability, I will do it."
"You... you need to let go of first." Probably feeling that they were too close, Song Qiao had a sense of discomfort. "Sit properly, like this... I feel very uneasy."
Lu Jingchen’s Adam’s apple moved again, and he leaned in to plant a kiss on her forehead before quickly releasing her. "Alright."
Lu Jingchen continued sitting beside her but adjusted his posture, no longer leaning towards her.
Once Lu Jingchen sat properly, Song Qiao couldn’t help but move aside a bit, brushing her hair with her hand before speaking, "We can not divorce, but I have three conditions..."
"Tell ."
Song Qiao took a deep breath, stayed silent for about half a minute, and then began, "First, if you truly decide to be with for life, I don’t want any interference from other won between us, like... Tan Shuya. Tan Shuya saved you, and because of you, she can never conceive again. She has done you a favor, which you can repay by other ans, but I don’t want her to interfere with our marriage in the future."
Song Qiao had just finished her first condition when Lu Jingchen’s eyes dangerously narrowed at her words, his gaze landing directly on Song Qiao’s face, lips parting slightly to speak, "How did you know about Tan Shuya saving ?"
Song Qiao was startled, suddenly realizing she had inadvertently revealed what Tan Shuya previously said to her to Lu Jingchen.
Uh... does this count as confessing unintentionally?
Biting her lip, she turned to look elsewhere, murmuring softly, "I haven’t finished saying the other conditions."
However, it was as if Lu Jingchen didn’t hear her; his eyes were dark and heavy, and the surprise on his face hadn’t faded, even showing signs of tightening.
Probably due to her whispered mumbling, his originally tense expression gradually softened, becoming more tender and maintaining his deep affection as he looked at her.
His gaze on her opened up and he spoke, "Qiaoqiao, the matter of Tan Shuya saving , I didn’t intentionally hide it from you... I just thought it was sothing I could handle myself, and didn’t want you overthinking."
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