Because Lu Jingchen had an international video conference in the morning, at this mont he still hadn’t co down for breakfast, instead he was in his study attending the eting.
After Song Qiao abruptly hung up the phone, she quickly headed towards the second floor, her steps hurried. As she went up the stairs, she tried calling Ning Wan’s phone, but was prompted that the connection could not be made.
Quickly heading towards the second floor, perhaps she was too anxious, she pushed open the study door without knocking. The door, not controlled in strength, hit the wall with a loud ’bang’, not only startling the man who was having the eting inside but also gave Song Qiao herself a big fright.
Her phone slipped and dropped to the floor due to the scare, and she looked up a bit foolishly, clearly startled, at the man sitting there with a frown looking at her. His frown relaxed as he looked at her with indulgence and tenderness, making Song Qiao embarrassedly touch her nose and awkwardly said, "Sorry, I... was in a hurry."
The scare she got was big enough, let alone whether the man who was originally focused on the eting was startled, it would be strange if Song Qiao wasn’t embarrassed.
Lu Jingchen directly turned to look at the people he was eting with, who were also startled and exchanging confused glances, and he spoke with so apology, "Sorry, my wife just ca in too forcefully. Let’s end the eting here for now, I’ll provide a more detailed plan when I return to the office."
Soon, Lu Jingchen ended the video conference, then stood up from his chair and walked straight to Song Qiao.
Bending down to pick up the phone from the carpet, the man silently took Song Qiao’s hand, leading her out of the study.
Song Qiao quietly let Lu Jingchen hold her hand, her dark eyes rolling, not knowing what she was thinking. It wasn’t until they were near the staircase that she walked beside him and asked with her head tilted, "Jingchen, are you... mad?"
Lu Jingchen turned his head to look at her, then asked back, "Why would I be mad?"
Song Qiao paused, thought for a mont, and said awkwardly, "Because I disturbed your eting, I opened the door so forcefully and scared you..."
The man stopped in his tracks, his deep eyes looking straight at her, and said, "Qiaoqiao, if I say that the eting is not as important as you, and I won’t be mad at you, would you be happy?"
Song Qiao was stunned, and subconsciously nodded.
Lu Jingchen slowly curved his lips into a charming smile, as if he were smiling, but perhaps not quite.
However, the man’s thin lips parted slightly, his tone carrying a hint of pleasure, "But in my heart, you are indeed more important than the eting, in my heart, nothing can compare with you."
The man’s deep and focused gaze, gentle voice, brimming with indulgence, made Song Qiao’s face flush red.
It took her a while to regain her senses, and it would be a lie to say she wasn’t excited. She tiptoed and kissed Lu Jingchen’s lips, then slowly said, "Honey, I love you."
Lu Jingchen’s body froze, looking at her steadily, his voice hoarse as he said, "Qiaoqiao, what did you just say?"
Song Qiao saw Lu Jingchen’s slightly dumbfounded expression and her face showed a beautiful smile, though a bit uneasy. Satisfying the man’s request, she directly hugged his waist and nestled into his arms, repeating the words, "Honey, I love you."
Back when the two of them just got married, Song Qiao didn’t imdiately call him husband. Counting from the third month of their marriage, she shyly called those two words.
Later, Song Qiao left, and upon eting again today, this was still her first formal call of their relationship, calling him husband.
Lu Jingchen felt a bit excited, pressing Song Qiao against the wall and his chest, holding her chin and sealing her lips with a French kiss.
When he finally let go, their foreheads pressed together, his voice hoarse as he said, "Qiaoqiao, say it again..."
Song Qiao’s eyes were slightly hazy, every ti this man kissed her, she was powerless to resist. Hearing his words, she obediently called, "Honey...ugh..."
The result was another French kiss from the man.
Song Qiao, "..." If she had known, she wouldn’t have called.
By the ti the two of them went down to the dining room, Lu Wangshu had already finished breakfast by herself, and Song Qiao, dazed by the kisses, rembered why she went looking for Lu Jingchen.
Standing beside Lu Jingchen, she turned her head to him and said, "Jingchen, do you know where Xi Mohan is?"
The man simply pulled out a chair for her to sit down, but didn’t answer her question, instead saying, "What did you just call ?"
"Jingchen..." As soon as Song Qiao said it, the man lowered his head and sealed her lips.
Imdiately, the woman’s face turned crimson from being kissed by the man.
This ti, however, he didn’t give another French kiss, letting go soon after, then said, "If you keep calling that directly, I’ll kiss you."
Song Qiao imdiately understood his point and obediently called, "Husband..."
Lu Jingchen was satisfied, sitting down beside her, pouring her a glass of milk and placing it by her side. Without waiting for her to ask her previous question, he said, "I know what you’re about to ask, is it whether Mo Han took Ning Wan away?"
Song Qiao widened her eyes at him, "You know about this?"
"Before you ca to the study, Mo Han called asking about Ning Wan. He still hasn’t rembered Ning Wan yet..." Lu Jingchen, unchanging in expression, served Song Qiao a bowl of porridge and placed it in front of her, continuing, "He did take Ning Wan yesterday afternoon, but it was because when he went to find Ning Wan, she was feverish and unconscious, so he took her back to his villa."
What Lu Jingchen didn’t tell Song Qiao was that even though Xi Mohan hadn’t rembered Ning Wan, he still felt she was familiar, especially when he saw her, he just wanted to keep Ning Wan by his side.
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