The coldness of Night City during the night made the weather seem even chillier. When Song Qiao ca out, she didn’t go backstage to get her clothes and belongings, she didn’t even take her mobile phone.
Just as she walked out of the doorway, she involuntarily shrugged her shoulders, the sensitive man noticed and forcefully draped his thin overcoat over her, covering her petite fra.
The man also naturally heard Song Qiao inhale sharply due to the cold air, his facial expression darkened imdiately, and as he sat in the car, he directly asked, "Where are you hurt?"
After closing the car door, he noticed that his palm had bloodstains, obviously stained just earlier. With a further darkening gaze and a voice filled with suppression, evidently trying to restrain his anger, he asked the girl beside him.
The man’s expression was extrely gloomy, and together with his daunting tone, it made Song Qiao instinctively shrink back.
Seeing her reaction, the man’s face grew even more somber, the unpleasant feeling in his heart gradually spread inside him.
Song Qiao seed to notice the displeasure in the man, she quickly shook her head, her voice soft but with a hint of fearful sensitivity, "I’m fine!"
The soft and gentle voice reached the man’s ears, and seeing Song Qiao’s sowhat pale face seemingly feeling very unwell, his heart softened quite a bit, yet he asked again sternly, "I am asking you, where are you hurt?"
His voice carried a commanding deterrent that made it hard to refuse, as if he was accustod to such a tone.
The driver in front was the one who had been driving Lu Jingchen for many years, and just that day he had driven Lu Jingchen and Song Qiao to the Civil Affairs Bureau for their marriage, hence he naturally knew that Lu Jingchen and Song Qiao were already husband and wife.
Now, seeing his master’s expression, he couldn’t help but feel terrified, instinctively feeling that the mistress must have done sothing to anger the master.
Moreover, he was very puzzled, how could the mistress appear in a place like Night City?
Perhaps shocked by Lu Jingchen’s expression, Song Qiao cautiously extended her injured hand.
Originally, the wound caused by a fruit knife wasn’t big, but because she accidentally tugged at it just now, her palm was now all bloody, even looking a bit horrific with a flesh-cutting sensation.
When Lu Jingchen saw Song Qiao’s injured palm, his originally soft and noble features instantly beca completely somber, the lines of his jaw tightly clenched, his face becoming more expressionless.
Seeing Lu Jingchen’s reaction, Song Qiao quickly realized that Lu Jingchen was definitely even more displeased, just about to retract her hand, but it was imdiately grasped tightly by a hand.
The man’s low voice carried a husky tone, neither warm nor fiery, devoid of discernible emotion, "Don’t move!" he ordered the driver facing forward, "Go back to the villa!"
The driver hurriedly obeyed and directly drove towards the villa.
After giving orders, he imdiately took out his mobile phone and made a call, his deep voice commanding, "Call the family doctor imdiately to wait at the villa, I will be back in twenty minutes!"
The person on the other end of the phone imdiately responded, "Yes sir, I will arrange it now!"
After hanging up the phone, Lu Jingchen flung his mobile phone aside, refocusing his attention on the small hand he was holding tightly, his brows unconsciously frowning slightly.
Forced to hear his series of commands, Song Qiao couldn’t help but speak out to explain, "Actually, there’s nothing serious, I can handle it myself when I get back, no need for a doctor!"
Although she and Lu Jingchen were married, they had t only a handful of tis and hardly knew each other well.
She did not want to marry Lu Jingchen, even in her heart she rejected this marriage, just as Gu Linyuan had said, she knew very well from the beginning that she was not worthy of Lu Jingchen.
Who was Lu Jingchen? The most powerful and influential man in An City, of noble identity and dignified elegance, he was simply not soone she, the least favored, could match.
She didn’t want to marry Lu Jingchen, and another reason was, she didn’t want to be said to be with Lu Jingchen for his money.
Initially forcing the marriage on the street was also due to a montary impulse, an irrational decision made on the spur of the mont.
It was beyond her expectation that Lu Jingchen agreed to marry her.
Lu Jingchen looked at her with a deep gaze, frowning slightly, and spoke in a low voice, "Do you think your entire hand is ruined, hence needing a doctor?"
Song Qiao looked at the man in front of her in shock, seemingly not expecting him to think so disgracefully, and imdiately denied it, "Of course I didn’t think that way!"
Who would masochistically curse themselves to have their hand disabled?
Lu Jingchen didn’t care, he directly lifted her injured hand and looked at the palm, asking, "How did you get hurt?"
"Accidentally cut by a fruit knife!" Song Qiao pursed her lips and answered truthfully.
By the ti the two returned to the villa, it was already twenty minutes later, and the family doctor had been waiting inside for a long ti.
Song Qiao was sitting on the living room sofa, with the doctor in front of her treating the wound. When the disinfectant was poured on the wound, she couldn’t help but gasp, her complexion turning even paler.
Lu Jingchen looked at Song Qiao in front of him and his expression darkened again. He directly instructed the family doctor, "She is afraid of pain, be gentle!"
Because of Lu Jingchen’s words, the family doctor almost poked Song Qiao’s wounded palm with a cotton swab due to excessive force, but luckily he reacted in ti to avoid that tragedy.
The family doctor quickly nodded in agreent and continued to carefully treat Song Qiao’s wound, but his heart couldn’t help feeling shocked. When had Mr. Lu ever cared about a woman like this before? Reminding him to be careful because the lady is afraid of pain!
Could it be that this girl is the one Lu Jingchen liked many years ago?
Soon, the family doctor finished treating Song Qiao’s wound, gave a few instructions, and then left the villa.
Song Qiao looked at her hand, now rewrapped with gauze, and couldn’t help but frown, feeling a bit uncomfortable and unaccustod, since it was the left hand, it generally didn’t hinder daily life, but sotis she also needed her right hand!
Lu Jingchen looked at her petite face, sat directly opposite her, lifted his eyes to look at her with a faint expression, and said, "Tell , why did you go to Night City to be a nightclub hostess, are you short of money?"
Song Qiao couldn’t help tensing up, pursing her lips and looking at him, then lightly nodded, "Yes... I need five hundred thousand!"
Lu Jingchen’s jaw was tense, but when he heard Song Qiao’s words, he relaxed slightly. He had just received a ssage from Lin Musen saying that Song Qiao’s grandfather needed five hundred thousand for surgery. This amount might not be a lot for others, but for Song Qiao and the Mu Family, it was a huge sum.
He felt extrely annoyed, for one single reason.
Lu Jingchen’s deep eyes stared intently at her, with anger in his eyes, he said, "You need five hundred thousand, and you didn’t think of asking ? I, Lu Jingchen, can certainly afford fifty thousand!"
Upon hearing Lu Jingchen’s words, Song Qiao was stunned, and blurted out without thinking, "But we are not very close, how can I ask you for five hundred thousand?"
"Ha!" Hearing such a response, Lu Jingchen couldn’t help but sneer, and suddenly stood up, bent down, grasped Song Qiao’s chin with his hand, and without thinking, kissed her small mouth.
Ever since he saw Song Qiao in Night City, especially when she looked so purely innocent, without a hint of complexity, Lu Jingchen had wanted to do this.
At this mont, Song Qiao hadn’t changed out of the clothes she had put on in Night City, still draped in a man’s thin long coat, which added a bit of a uniform’s seduction to her appearance.
The man, perhaps having had a bit of alcohol earlier, his tongue with the scent of alcohol and a cool sensation aggressively invaded her mouth, almost forcefully plundering Song Qiao’s sweetness.
Song Qiao widened her eyes and looked at the handso face just inches away, wanting to move, but the man seed to sense it, his one hand restraining her waist, and the other grabbing the wrist of her injured hand, soon pressing her down on the sofa.
Song Qiao appeared very petite, her whole body restrained in his arms, pressed into the sofa and forcefully kissed. Perhaps it was the overwhelming montum of this kiss, coupled with the fact that Song Qiao had never been kissed like this before, it suddenly gave her a delusion like she was about to be disassembled and swallowed by this man.
"Lu Jingchen... no..." Taking advantage of a mont when the man slightly pulled away, Song Qiao whimpered his na, her uninjured hand clumsily clutching at his shirt, her face full of panic, obviously frightened by the man.
At this mont, she really was scared. The man’s overwhelmingly predatory deanor gave her the illusion that she might be stripped naked by him in the next second.
Her cheeks, hindered by the unsmooth breathing from kissing, along with the man’s strong breath rushing towards her, unconsciously blushed, looking even more radiant than before when her complexion had paled.
Lu Jingchen had had enough of the kiss by now, his forehead gently pressing against hers, his voice hoarse, "Song Qiao, have you forgotten that we are already married? And you still say we are not close?"
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