When Lu Jingchen saw Song Qiao looking like that, he imdiately realized that his own attitude was problematic, but at that mont he couldn’t swallow his pride, and with a bit of anger, he glanced at Song Qiao and then stood up, heading towards the staircase.
At this ti, Mrs. Chen had just co out from the kitchen and saw Lu Jingchen walking upstairs, feeling curious but still said, "Sir, dinner is ready, we can start eating now."
"I’m not eating." The man said emotionlessly and continued towards the upstairs, his tone as cold as could be, as if containing infinite rage.
The servants around were startled by their master’s anger and hurriedly focused on their own tasks, trying to minimize their presence.
Mrs. Chen hadn’t expected this result and felt sowhat puzzled. Clearly, she did not understand why the master had suddenly beco so furiously angry without any apparent reason.
Her gaze fell on Song Qiao, who looked sowhat lonely standing there, and Mrs. Chen walked over, "Madam, isn’t the master eating dinner?"
Song Qiao snapped back to reality, her sowhat pale face making her look slightly desolate, yet she still managed a smile and said, "Maybe he’s not hungry, I am, let’s go eat."
With that, she went directly to the dining room.
The standard four dishes and one soup, all were dishes that both she and Lu Jingchen liked, but Song Qiao seed to have no appetite, drank just a bowl of soup, ate half a bowl of rice, and then had soone clear it away.
She walked straight upstairs, opened the door to the bedroom which was engulfed in darkness, not a single light turned on. She reached her hand to switch on the crystal lamp, yet she did not see Lu Jingchen’s figure in the room.
She turned to look towards the study, saw the light spilling from the gap under the door, and was sure that Lu Jingchen was in the study.
Song Qiao didn’t stand at the door for too long. She directly entered the bedroom, took a nightgown from the wardrobe, and went into the bathroom.
At that mont, she was not in a good mood, in fact, her mood was very bad.
The words of Lu Jingchen seed still to echo in her ears, shattering the confidence she had barely managed to muster.
Especially that sentence ’What right do you have to invite her over’ directly made her realize that Lu Jingchen was decisively making her aware of her own status.
...
Inside the study, Lu Jingchen sat in the chair, his laptop was already turned on showing the desktop, but he was just staring at it, lost in thought, his expression ominously dark and completely still.
After a long while, he took out his phone and sent a text ssage.
Lin Musen, who was drinking with friends, opened his phone and imdiately saw the ssage from Lu Jingchen. It contained just a few words, but it was a question.
’What to do if a woman is hard to control?’
Lin Musen couldn’t control himself and spat out a mouthful of water, spraying the young man sitting across him.
The young man, clearly not expecting to get sprayed while he was about to talk to Lin Musen, was montarily stunned and then said with a crying tone, "Brother, I was just using your car to send a lady ho. Do you have to treat like this? Was it necessary to spray with this expensive liquor...?"
Lin Musen glanced at him indifferently and casually handed him a few tissues, his tone detached, "Sorry, it wasn’t intentional. Wipe it off yourself."
The young man was montarily stunned, hesitated to take the tissue from Lin Musen, and looked at him with a strange expression, hesitantly saying, "Bro, did you take the wrong dication today?"
Actually, apologizing to him? That was as improbable as the sun rising from the west.
In the past, getting an apology from Lin Musen would have been nothing short of a miracle.
But now, she actually heard her fifth brother apologizing to her.
The young man was suddenly terrified and dared not accept the tissue that Lin Musen handed to him, as if the tissue was a dose of poison.
Lin Musen raised his eyes to glance at him, and spoke unhurriedly, "Don’t want it?"
The young man started, quickly accepted it, and said, "Yes, yes... Thank you, fifth brother."
He wiped his face, which had so alcohol on it, in a sowhat flustered manner, without saying a word. At this mont, the shadows in his heart were slowly forming, and the change in the fifth brother’s attitude was truly unbelievable, even a bit terrifying.
Lin Musen paid no attention to him and instead focused on his phone, suspecting he was hallucinating, or that perhaps he wasn’t opening it right. He checked several tis before confirming that this ssage was indeed sent by Lu Jingchen.
He began to compose a ssage shakily, checked it a few tis, and then clicked send.
"Young Master Lu, did your sister-in-law give you a hard ti?"
At this mont, Lu Jingchen was sitting in the study, glanced at the ssage, and edited another ssage, but it wasn’t much different from the first one.
"I’m asking you, what if a woman is too hard to manage?"
Lin Musen saw this ssage and almost bit his own tongue, and after a long while, he edited another ssage and sent it, "Won need to be coaxed, just be a bit nicer and more patient, and there shouldn’t be any problems."
Lu Jingchen glanced at the ssage in front of him, feeling that it was utterly useless, and abruptly threw his phone onto the desk, not bothering with it anymore.
Lin Musen waited for a long ti without receiving a reply, and thinking there might be a problem with his signal, started waving his phone around, checking here and there, making everyone around think he was behaving abnormally.
...
Lu Jingchen stayed in the study until ten o’clock, then got up and went straight back to the bedroom.
In the bedroom, Song Qiao was already under the covers, sleeping; it was unclear whether she was actually asleep or just pretending.
The man with thin lips glanced at her and went straight into the walk-in closet to get a bathrobe, and then walked into the bathroom.
As soon as Lu Jingchen entered, Song Qiao woke up, lifted her head to glance at the bedside lamp, and only completely opened her eyes after the bathroom door closed.
Sounds of water echoed from the bathroom; suddenly, Song Qiao rembered sothing, sat up quickly, and looked anxiously towards the bathroom, her hand unconsciously tightening on the covers.
Lu Jingchen’s gunshot wound had not yet healed, and it was just the ti when it was scabbing, he really shouldn’t be in contact with water. What if it gets infected?
Song Qiao sat on the bed, her mind sowhat blank, and stared dazedly at the bathroom door, unsure of what to do for a mont.
A few minutes later, Lu Jingchen ca out of the bathroom, his hair clearly washed, now dripping wet, wearing a bathrobe loosely tied, revealing a glimpse of his chest, and the bandage was clearly removed.
Song Qiao, who had been waiting with a dical box, saw this scene, and indeed, as she had expected, this man really did let his wound co into contact with water; he really doesn’t take care of himself.
Lu Jingchen ca out and saw Song Qiao sitting on the bed with the dical box in front of her, his eyes flickered, but he said nothing, continuing to dry his hair with a towel and walked to the other side.
She bit her lip, thought for a mont, and still looked up at Lu Jingchen and spoke, "Your wound got wet, let help you apply dicine and rebandage it."
"No need." The man didn’t look at her and coldly spat out two words.
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