Lu Jingchen looked down at the woman in front of him who was bowing her head and refusing to look at him, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he half-squatted before her, cradling her face in his hands, he softly called out, "Qiaoqiao, I lost control last night, I’m sorry..."
Enveloped in rage and passion, he was fully aware of how harshly he had tornted her last night, having put her through a relentless ordeal inside and out.
Song Qiao looked up and directly into the eyes of the man before her, imdiately eting his profound gaze, seeing the reflection of herself clearly within them.
It would have been fine if he hadn’t ntioned last night, but the mont he did, a surge of anger spread throughout her body from her heart, and without thinking, she pried away his hands from her face and scoffed coldly, her voice still not fully recovered and a bit hoarse, "When you were relentlessly tornting last night, why didn’t you think of this? Is it not superfluous to apologize after the fact?"
Her entire body ached now, particularly that intimate place, which felt as though it was injured.
She wasn’t sure if it really was injured.
When she got up this morning to wash up in the bathroom, she saw those deep and shallow, terrifyingly looking bite marks and pinch marks all over her body; one could imagine just how miserable she had been tornted by this man last night.
Lu Jingchen’s eyes darkened, still steadily watching her face, he slightly frowned and then said, "Who asked you to provoke last night, you had it coming!"
Hearing his words, Song Qiao got even angrier, picking up a throw pillow from the sofa and tossing it at him, "So now you’re saying you have reason, it’s all my fault? Lu Jingchen, are you still a man?"
The man caught the throw pillow easily and tossed it aside, scrutinizing her expression as he spoke unhurriedly, "Aren’t you the clearest about whether I am a man? I made you feel good last night too, you can’t just say I was being harsh on you. Who was it that clung to and said they wanted it at the start last night?"
Song Qiao glared at him furiously, completely at a loss for words to retort. She no longer had the energy to asure how shaless this man was, all she knew was that he was even more shalessly thick-skinned than she imagined.
After glaring at him for what felt like an eternity without speaking, she finally diverted her gaze and attempted to stand up to leave.
However, perhaps because her legs were a bit weak or the pain below was too severe, she couldn’t help but grit her teeth, stumbling almost falling over.
Lu Jingchen’s gaze had never left her, and he naturally noticed her unusual behavior. Standing up imdiately, he reached out to steady her, his voice laced with concern as he asked, "Did you get hurt inside? I bought so ointnt on my way out this morning. How about I apply the dication for you upstairs, huh?"
Song Qiao’s face involuntarily began to flush as she reached out to push him away, "Go away, I don’t want to see you right now."
"Don’t squirm," the man glanced at her and then quickly scooped her up in his arms and headed upstairs, "If you keep wriggling and fall down, don’t bla ."
Facing the man’s overbearing and domineering actions, Song Qiao was almost driven to the point of spitting blood. She spoke through clenched teeth, "You’re always like this, apologizing afterwards. Next ti, could you please consider my feelings before doing such things? Lu Jingchen, the more you behave like this, the less I will like you."
[The less I will like you.]
These words entered the man’s ears without omission. The man, who had been taking steady steps, suddenly stopped, lowered his gaze to look at that palm-sized face but quickly resud his normal stride, continuing upstairs.
Only when Song Qiao was placed on the bed in the bedroom, and was just about to get up, did the man once again press her body back down into the bedding. One large hand firmly grasped her chin, his tone carrying a hint of interrogation, "You don’t like ? Then which other man are you planning to like, huh?"
Song Qiao was startled as she stared at the handso face close to her, not yet fully recovering from the shock.
However, the man lowered his head and gently bit her chin, causing her to cry out in pain.
With a gaze already tinged with annoyance, Song Qiao glared at the man in front of her, her hand pressing against his chest. Apart from annoyance, there was no other superfluous expression on her face, "Lu Jingchen, have you lost your mind?"
Damn it, is this man a dog? Always biting people. Doesn’t he know it’s painful?
Yet the man still pinned her down, not giving her a chance to struggle. His gaze fixed on her as he pinched her chin and coldly laughed, "Answer my question. You don’t like , so which man are you preparing to like? Gu Linyuan? Or Ji Sifan? Or perhaps... Chu Munan?"
He calmly ntioned three nas of n, all of whom she knew, or rather had contact with, and were sowhat familiar with.
She had a sudden sense that sothing wasn’t right with this man, yet couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was off in the mont.
Her eyes carried a hint of inquiry, but she pursed her lips and remained silent.
Lu Jingchen continued to stare at her quietly. After a while, as if he disliked the silence, his handso face leaned in close and his thin lips kissed her rosy ones repeatedly. His deep voice, slightly raspy, whispered tenderly like a lover, "You’re not allowed to like other n, Qiaoqiao. In this lifeti, you must always like —and only , okay? I like you too!"
Song Qiao shuddered upon hearing his words, but she quickly returned to her normal state, finding what he said sowhat amusing.
Her usually dark and sparkling eyes stared steadily at him, not knowing when they started to show a faint hint of mockery.
It was unclear whether she was mocking him or herself.
The man’s profound gaze fell on her eyes, and for so unknown reason, he suddenly felt defeated. He let go of her and stood up, casually leaving the words behind, "The dicine is on the bedside table. Apply it yourself and then go eat."
After saying that, he left the room, and it was uncertain whether the slamming of the door was due to his bad mood.
Song Qiao, lying in bed, could hear a very loud ’bang’.
...
In the afternoon, Ning Wan hurriedly arrived at the villa. Seeing her sitting in the living room unhard and watching a Korean drama, Ning Wan’s tense heart finally relaxed. However, her relief was imdiately followed by anger—the aftereffect of her worry.
Song Qiao sat in the living room, munching on chips. Lu Jingchen hadn’t co back since he left in the morning, nor had he returned for lunch. She didn’t want to see that man at all now, so even if he didn’t co back, it wouldn’t spoil her mood.
Hearing Chen Ma’s announcent of ’Miss Ning,’ Song Qiao turned her head and saw Ning Wan rushing in hurriedly. She paused, then pulled a smile onto her face, "Wanwan, you’re here."
Ning Wan, seeing her so leisurely, thought about how she had hardly eaten or slept well out of worry for her the previous day. Losing control for a mont, she rushed to the sofa, knelt down, grabbed Song Qiao’s neck, and shook it angrily, "Song Qiao, where the hell were you yesterday? Do you know how worried I was for you, not having a decent al all day and night? I’m both hungry and tired now. How are you going to make it up to ?"
Song Qiao, "... Darling, stay calm... let go of my neck first. If you use any more force, you’re going to strangle to death."
Ning Wan let go and glared at her, "Co clean, where were you yesterday? And how did you get captured by that Chu... what’s-his-na South guy? What the hell happened?"
Song Qiao looked at Ning Wan, who was fuming with anger, blinked, and knowing full well that her rage wasn’t entirely because of her, she asked, "Did Xi Mohan provoke you?"
Ning Wan was taken aback, then she glared and bit out, "Aren’t we asking you questions here? Don’t change the subject."
She had been worried about her best friend for over a day and managed to barely sleep late last night. She had planned to co straight here in the morning to check on Song Qiao, but Xi Mohan had caused another issue and was admitted to the hospital. And for so unknown reason, after getting into a car accident and being injured, he refused dical treatnt, insisting on seeing her instead.
She wasn’t a doctor; what good would seeing her do? But in the end, having no choice, she still made a trip to the hospital. Although she didn’t show him any kindness, at least the man let the doctors operate on him. And after agreeing to the surgery, it should have been over, but he actually had his subordinates watch her, not letting her leave until he woke up post-surgery, and only then, damn it, did he allow her to go. It was outrageous; she almost smashed up the hospital after being delayed for hours.
Song Qiao touched her nose, put the chips on the table, stood up, and smilingly said to her, "Aren’t you hungry now? Let’s go, I’ll treat you to dinner. As we eat, I’ll tell you everything."
"I want to eat at a French restaurant."
"Sure, no problem. Today, whatever you want to eat, it’s on !"
Reaching an agreent, Song Qiao imdiately went to change her clothes, then drove off in Ning Wan’s car straight to the city center’s most famous French restaurant.
...
In the hospital, Xi Mohan lay on the bed, his complexion sowhat pale. Turning his head, his gaze fell on the man sitting expressionlessly on the hospital sofa. He scoffed unapologetically, "Quarreled with your Song Qiao? So you ca here to kill ti?"
Seeing the obvious ’I’m really pissed off’ expression, Xi Mohan imdiately guessed that it must be because of Song Qiao.
Lu Jingchen had a magazine in his hands and was flipping through it. Lifting his head upon hearing Xi Mohan’s words, he said expressionlessly, "If you don’t speak, I won’t take you for a mute!"
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