Song Qiao went straight to the kitchen, opened the fridge to check, and found everything well-stocked with a wide variety. After a mont’s thought, she began preparing breakfast for two.
Although she wanted to leave imdiately, the man had just told her that her clothes were no longer wearable, and now she only had this bathrobe on her, so naturally, she couldn’t leave.
She had been to this villa before—it was not her first ti here, having visited once prior to Lu Jingchen’s business trip, so it wasn’t unfamiliar to her.
Lu Jingchen was awakened by his biological clock. After getting up, he rembered there was another young woman in the villa. He made a phone call to have a set of clothes sent over, and by the ti he ca out after washing up, Song Qiao had just brought out a pot of millet porridge and placed it on the dining table.
The girl’s small, palm-sized face was adorned with a faint smile, seemingly in good spirits, although her forehead had a thin layer of sweat—whether from the kitchen heat or sothing else.
Lu Jingchen, buttoning up his shirt cuffs, leisurely descended the stairs, his gaze falling on the dining table spread with sandwiches, stead eggs, fried eggs, and a few dishes of pickles to accompany the porridge.
His eyebrows raised slightly. Although it was just a simple breakfast, it gave him a warm feeling as if sothing was about to spring forth from his heart.
Song Qiao set two small bowls on the table and, as if sensing sothing, turned her head toward Chu Muchen who had just co downstairs, her face imdiately revealing a look of bewildernt. Her lips moved before she managed to say, "You... you’re up? I was just about to go wake you!"
Chu Muchen glanced over the food on the table, responded with a faint "hmm," and then turned to Song Qiao to ask, "Did you make all this?"
Looking at Song Qiao standing there, not knowing where to place her hands and feet, especially with the oversized bathrobe draped over her petite fra—the neckline, perhaps tugged while carrying sothing, gave Lu Jingchen, from his viewpoint, a glimpse of the attractive butterfly collar, inciting an unexpected sense of allure and sending a surge of impulse rushing through him.
Having had the beauty in his arms the night before, Lu Jingchen felt he had missed an opportunity by not doing sothing, but if he had, although not a perfect gentleman, it would have been beastly.
After all, there’s no dicine for regret in this world, nor is there magic to turn back ti to last night.
Song Qiao looked skyward, speechless. If it wasn’t her who made it, could it be bought from outside? She only had this bathrobe on, how could she have gone out?
It was clear the man was asking a question to which he already knew the answer.
Though she really didn’t want to return to the topic with Lu Jingchen, she obediently nodded her head and said, "I made them. I wasn’t sure if you preferred Chinese or Western for breakfast, so I made so sandwiches as well."
As she spoke, she looked up and found herself locked in the man’s deep and enigmatic eyes, ones that held a hint of peculiarity. Suddenly realizing sothing, she looked down to indeed find her bathrobe’s neckline was wide open, her face flushing red as she hastily tugged at her bathrobe and glared at the man across from her, "Where are you looking?"
Lu Jingchen withdrew his gaze, casually took a seat at the dining table with a smirk that was almost a laugh, displaying a touch of nonchalance as he said, "Actually, it’s a bit late to cover up now. I’ve seen everything I should and shouldn’t have seen last night. Don’t forget that I was the one who helped you change out of your clothes. If I hadn’t helped you, do you think you would have slept so comfortably?!"
Lu Jingchen showed not the slightest concern as he spoke about changing Song Qiao’s clothes, as casually as if he were comnting on ’nice weather today,’ utterly disregarding the girl’s face that was almost bleeding from sha.
"You..." Song Qiao was imnsely embarrassed by Lu Jingchen’s words, her lips quivered as she stared at his face, gritting her teeth, "Couldn’t you have woken up to change myself before helping change clothes last night? Who needed you to change them?"
Lu Jingchen picked up so fried eggs with his chopsticks to taste, found them to be quite good, glanced at her with a faint smirk, well aware of her embarrassed deanor that she could hardly hide, and calmly explained the facts of last night to her, "I did plan to wake you up to change yourself, but you didn’t respond after I called you several tis. Whose fault is that? Serve a bowl of porridge, and co sit down to eat with ."
Song Qiao, "..." It’s my own fault.
Biting her lip slightly, after a brief pause, she resignedly took Lu Jingchen’s bowl and served him a bowl of millet porridge. However, she did not sit down to eat with him, instead, she said lightly, "I want to know when I can leave?"
Lu Jingchen took a sip of porridge, looked at her with an expression that was still tolerable, his clean and masculine eyebrows raising slightly, and as he picked a bit of pickles with his chopsticks, he smirked and said, "Sit down and join for breakfast, and your clothes will be delivered!"
After a pause, he continued, "However, I have a condition. After you get off work in the afternoon, you must move in and live with !"
"Why?" Song Qiao blurted out, her eyes showing resistance.
"Move in with , and I’ll cover the five hundred thousand for your grandfather’s surgery, even solve all the trouble with the Mu Family for you!" On his handso face was a calm expression, his smile so faint it was nearly invisible, his gaze landing on her suddenly rigid face as he continued to speak lightly, "Of course, you can refuse. You’ll simply have to find another way to co up with that five hundred thousand for the surgery. After all, I am a businessman, I never engage in a losing deal!"
It could be said that he was shalessly threatening Song Qiao because that was precisely what he did.
Song Qiao looked at his handso face, which was without a single flaw, and for the first ti felt that this man was truly a wolf, a wolf that knew exactly how to ruthlessly grasp others’ weaknesses.
Given Lu Jingchen’s identity, Song Qiao was not surprised by his words, which carried a lethally threatening force against her.
Song Qiao closed her eyes, her hand by her side tightening unconsciously, and when she opened them again, her tone was still calm as she asked, "Lu Jingchen, may I ask you a question?"
Lu Jingchen enjoyed his breakfast with relish, unavoidably admiring Song Qiao’s excellent cooking skills. Even sothing as simple as breakfast tasted better than what he had at restaurants.
Hearing her words, he didn’t even lift his head and humd indifferently, "Ask away!"
"There are so many won in this world who want to marry you. If you really do need a Young Mistress of the Lu Family, others could fill that position. Why ?"
Her mind was sowhat in turmoil, many things appearing beyond her imagination, as she seemingly caught a glimpse of an unusual look in Lu Jingchen’s eyes watching her.
In fact, she was clear, perhaps too clear, which is why another doubt arose in her heart.
If possible, she wished that back when she cornered this man on the street, pressuring him to marry her, she had instead faced rejection or even disdain from him, thinking she was a delusional woman desperate to marry out.
Lu Jingchen, with one hand holding a bowl and the other holding chopsticks, continued to chew on his food while staring at her for a long while before swallowing. Finally, he curved his lips slightly 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 that seat, and you fit perfectly!"
Song Qiao’s breath hitched, and she looked directly at him, suddenly understanding it all. With a self-mocking smile, she said, "So, this is throwing myself into the line of fire?"
Lu Jingchen frowned, displeased with her words, "What do you an by throwing yourself into the line of fire? Does marrying and becoming the Young Mistress of the Lu Family humble you?"
Caught off guard by his words, Song Qiao was unsure how to respond. Her mind raced, and after a few seconds, broke into a laugh, her spine stiffening as she spoke seriously, "Perhaps to others, this isn’t a humbling affair, even the greatest honor in the world. But you know I don’t want to be the Young Mistress of the Lu Family, so naturally, it is a humility to !"
Lu Jingchen furrowed his brow, still watching her, but he remained silent.
Song Qiao didn’t get a response from Lu Jingchen and felt sowhat uncertain but still shared her thoughts, "I have no intention of moving in and living with you, so..."
Lu Jingchen scoffed, his voice darkening as he cut her off, "But don’t forget, Song Qiao, we’re already married. And the Young Mistress of the Lu Family can’t possibly live outside!" He looked deeply into her eyes, reminding her, "Moreover... I hope last night’s incident won’t happen again. If soone finds out that the Young Mistress of the Lu Family was seen in a place like Night City, it would be bad for you, for as well!"
Song Qiao was his chosen one, and no matter what, he wouldn’t let her go so easily. She was destined to be his, Lu Jingchen’s.
Not wanting to live with him? Fine, he didn’t mind playing so tricks.
"If you’re going to negate everything I say, why bother asking any of these questions?" Song Qiao could see through him now and stared at him angrily, her teeth clenched as she spoke.
He obviously had no intention of considering her wishes at all. Whatever she said, he probably wouldn’t agree, and she had to live with him.
After finishing the millet porridge in his bowl, Lu Jingchen finally looked up at her, answering unhurriedly, "Because I find it amusing to see you speaking when you’re a bit angry!"
She seed to co alive much more than usual at those tis, and he was entirely engaging her unintentionally. But the many things she said weren’t entirely pointless!
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