Song Qiao went straight to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator to check, and found it almost fully stocked. After thinking for a mont, she started to prepare breakfast for two.
Although she really wanted to leave imdiately, the man earlier said her clothes were no longer wearable, and now she only had this bathrobe on her, naturally, she couldn’t leave.
She was not at the villa for the first ti; she had been here once before when Lu Jingchen was going on a business trip, so it wasn’t entirely unfamiliar to her.
Lu Jingchen was awakened by his biological clock. After getting up, he rembered that there was another young woman in the villa and imdiately made a call to have a set of clothes delivered. Then, after he finished washing up, Song Qiao was just bringing out a pot of millet porridge to the dining table.
The girl’s small face, the size of a palm, wore a faint smile, seeming to be in a good mood. Whether it was from the heat in the kitchen or sothing else, her forehead was even covered with a thin layer of fine sweat.
Lu Jingchen, while fastening the buttons on his shirt sleeves, slowly walked down the stairs. His gaze fell on the dining table which had sandwiches, stead eggs, fried eggs, and a few dishes to accompany the millet porridge.
His eyebrows slightly raised; although it was just a simple breakfast, it gave him a warm feeling inside, as if sothing was about to erge from his heart.
Song Qiao placed two small bowls directly on the dining table. Sensing sothing, she turned her head towards Chu Muchen who had just walked down the stairs, and imdiately a touch of bewildernt appeared on her face. Her lips moved, and she managed to utter, "You... You’re up? I was just about to go call you!"
Chu Muchen scanned the food on the table and humd indifferently, then looked towards Song Qiao, asking, "Did you make all these?"
Looking at Song Qiao standing there, not knowing where to put her hands or feet, especially with the oversized bathrobe draped over her petite body — the neckline of the bathrobe seed to have been pulled during her movent, and from the angle Lu Jingchen was looking, he could see the attractive butterfly neckline, invoking a distinct sense of seduction, imdiately a rush of impulse surged towards a certain place.
Having the warm and soft beauty in his arms the night before, Lu Jingchen thought he had acted rather gentlemanly by not doing anything but if he had, it would not be gentlemanly, but rather beastly.
But in this world, there are no regrets pills, nor is there magic to turn back ti to last night.
Song Qiao looked up at the sky speechlessly, if she didn’t make the food, was it bought from outside? She only had this bathrobe on her, how could she possibly go out?
This man was obviously pretending to be ignorant.
Though she really didn’t want to return to the subject of Lu Jingchen, she obediently nodded, "I made it, I wasn’t sure whether you prefer Chinese or Western, so I made so sandwiches as well."
As she said this, she looked up and directly t the man’s deep and unusual eyes. Realizing sothing in an instant, she looked down and saw her bathrobe neckline was almost wide open, her face instantly blushed, and quickly pulled at her bathrobe, glaring at the man opposite, "Where are you looking?"
Lu Jingchen withdrew his gaze and sat down at the dining table, with a smile not quite a smile on his lips, and lazily said, "Actually, it’s already a bit too late for you to cover now. I saw everything I needed to see last night, and rember, I was the one who helped you change your clothes last night. If it wasn’t for , do you think you would have slept so comfortably?!"
Lu Jingchen ntioned changing Song Qiao’s clothes as casually as if he was comnting ’the weather is nice today’, completely disregarding the girl’s nearly blood-dripping shy face.
"You..." Song Qiao was extrely embarrassed by Lu Jingchen’s words, her lips moved, and she stared straight at his face, gritting her teeth, "Before you helped change my clothes last night, couldn’t you have woken up to change by myself? Who needed your help to change?"
Lu Jingchen picked up so fried eggs with his chopsticks and tried them; they tasted good. He glanced at her lightly, obviously noticing her shy and unhideable expression, and calmly narrated the facts of last night, "I did plan to wake you up to change your clothes last night, but I called you several tis, and you did not wake up. Whose fault is that? Serve a bowl of porridge, sit down and eat with ."
Song Qiao, "..." It’s my own fault.
She bit her lip slightly, paused for a mont, but resignedly took Lu Jingchen’s bowl, served him a bowl of millet porridge, but she did not sit down to eat with him, and instead spoke softly, "I want to know when I can leave?"
Lu Jingchen had a sip of the porridge, looked at her, his expression still decent, and his clean and heroic eyebrows raised slightly. Holding his chopsticks, he picked up so pickles, smiled, and said, "Sit down and eat breakfast with , and your clothes will be delivered!"
He paused, then continued, "However, I have a condition, after you finish work this afternoon, you must move in and live with !"
"Why?" Song Qiao blurted out, her eyes showing so resistance.
"Move in and live with , and I’ll cover your grandfather’s 500,000 surgery fees, even resolving all troubles with the Mu Family!" On his handso face was a calm expression, his smile so faint it was almost invisible, eyes landing on her suddenly stiff face, he continued nonchalantly,"Of course, you can also refuse, then you’ll have to find another way to handle the 500,000 surgery expenses yourself. After all, I am a businessman and I never make losing deals!"
This could be described as him shalessly threatening Song Qiao because that was indeed what he did.
Song Qiao looked at the handso face with no flaws and for the first ti felt that this man was truly a wolf, knowing how to fiercely grab onto other people’s weaknesses.
Lu Jingchen’s identity naturally made Song Qiao not surprised by his words, fully carrying a deadly threat to her.
Song Qiao closed her eyes briefly, her hands at her sides unconsciously tightening, then she reopened them and with a relatively calm voice asked, "Lu Jingchen, may I ask you a question?"
Lu Jingchen was enjoying the breakfast with relish. It must be said that Song Qiao’s cooking skills were quite remarkable; even a simple breakfast tasted better than what could be found in restaurants.
Upon hearing her words, he did not even raise his head, just humd indifferently, "Go on, ask!"
"There are so many won in this world who want to marry you. If you really need a Young Mistress of the Lu Family, others could also fit the role. Why must it be ?"
Her mind was sowhat cluttered now, many things seed beyond her imagination, and naturally, she also saw a different expression in Lu Jingchen’s eyes as he looked at her.
In fact, she understood, perhaps too well, that’s why another doubt arose in her heart.
If possible, she actually wished that when she coerced this man into marriage on the street back then, what she encountered was not his agreent, but rejection, or even him regarding her as a delusional woman dreaming of getting married.
Lu Jingchen held a bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other, still chewing on food as he stared at her for a long ti; only after swallowing the food did he slightly curl his lips and said, "Because in my view, I want to find a woman who doesn’t want to be the Young Mistress of the Lu Family to take this position, and you just happen to be suitable!"
Song Qiao’s breath hitched, looking directly at him, suddenly understanding everything, a self-deprecating smile appeared as she said, "So, does this an I walked into the trap on my own accord?"
Lu Jingchen frowned, slightly displeased with her words, "What do you an by walking into the trap yourself? Is becoming the Young Mistress of the Lu Family such a disgrace to you?"
Caught off guard by his words, Song Qiao didn’t know how to respond for a mont. Her mind racing, she stared at him for several seconds before suddenly laughing; standing straight, she spoke very earnestly, "Perhaps for others, this is not a disgrace, even the greatest honor in the world, but you also know that I do not wish to beco the Young Mistress of the Lu Family, so naturally, it is a disgrace for !"
Lu Jingchen frowned, still looking at her, but remained silent.
Not getting a response from Lu Jingchen, Song Qiao felt unsure, but still spoke her mind, "I have no intentions of moving in and living together with you, so..."
Lu Jingchen scoffed, his voice turning gloomy as he interrupted her, "But don’t forget, Song Qiao, we are already married, and as the Young Mistress of the Lu Family you certainly can’t live outside!" He took a deep look at her and reminded, "And... I hope what happened last night doesn’t happen again. If it becos known that the Young Mistress of the Lu Family is seen in a place like Night City, it’s not good for you, or for !"
Song Qiao was soone he had set his sights on, and he would not let her go so easily. She was destined to be his.
Still don’t want to live with him? No problem, he didn’t mind using so tricks.
"Since you’re negating everything I say, why bother asking these questions?" Song Qiao finally realized, glaring at him angrily, her voice filled with resentnt.
He clearly wasn’t planning to consider her own wishes, right? No matter what she said, he would insist, and that she must move in together.
Lu Jingchen finally looked up after finishing the millet porridge and slowly replied, "Because, I like to see how you look when you speak while sowhat angry!"
It was more spirited than usual; he was completely teasing her subconsciously, but that didn’t an her many words were useless!
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