"Isn’t the man you most wanted to marry in this life Bo Leshen? How co you suddenly want to break off the engagent?" Lu Jingchen was sowhat puzzled, his eyebrows slightly raised as he began to scrutinize Jian Xia’s expression.
Jian Xia pursed her lips, turned her head to avoid Lu Jingchen’s gaze, and suddenly smiled, saying, "I just wanted to try, to see what it feels like to suddenly let go of this man."
Would it be as they say, to suddenly let go of emotions that have been held onto for over a decade, can it be so easy to do without feeling heart-wrenching pain, or even to the point of not wanting to go on living?
After a pause, Jian Xia added, "Just like Ning Wan. Initially, she and I both liked the sa man for over a decade, but she let go a few years earlier, and I still haven’t let go. I must say, I suddenly envy her now."
"Jian Xia, you are not Ning Wan, you two are different," Lu Jingchen said as he poured himself another glass of boiled water and took a sip before placing the cup back on the coffee table. "Moreover, Bo Leshen and Xi Mohan are two different n. Are you sure you can do the sa as Ning Wan?"
Jian Xia stiffened. Although Lu Jingchen didn’t spell it out, she could more or less understand what he was implying.
She was the only daughter of her generation in the Jian Family. If the Bo Family really wanted to have a marriage alliance with the Jian Family, it could only be her. Most importantly, unlike Xi Mohan, who loved Ning Yan’er from the Ning Family, even if Ning Wan didn’t marry Xi Mohan, there would still be Ning Yan’er, who was the winner throughout the whole process.
Although Bo Leshen did not like her, he also did not have another woman he was excessively fond of, or could even be said to love.
Bo Leshen’s disdain for her was sothing she had never understood from beginning to end. Was it because of so reason, or was she just intrinsically off-putting?
Seemingly having found the answer she was looking for, Jian Xia decided not to stay any longer. She stood up, a look of relief spreading over her face as she spoke, "Your words have indeed comforted a lot. I’ll see tomorrow if I should just buy a plane ticket for a spontaneous trip. I won’t disturb your rest any longer, I’m going to sleep..."
After taking a few steps, she suddenly rembered she had no clothes to wear and stopped. She turned to Lu Jingchen with a touch of embarrassnt and asked, "Lu Jingchen, can you lend a set of your wife’s clothes to wear?"
...
Song Qiao was lying on the bed in the guest room, burying her face deep into the pillow. Only one lamp was on by the bedside, casting a dim light.
Lu Jingchen searched the entire first floor without success, checked all the guest rooms except for the one where Jian Xia stayed, and finally found this one at the end of the corridor.
Opening the door, he saw the young woman on the bed—not knowing if she was asleep or not yet asleep. His brow furrowed slightly, but he stepped into the room, walked to the other side of the bed, tossed back the covers, and got in, stretching out his long arm to hold her from behind.
Song Qiao hadn’t been asleep to begin with. She was very sleepy at first, but now, for so unknown reason, she felt wide awake.
The mont Lu Jingchen opened the door, she beca completely alert, naturally knowing who had entered.
She suddenly regretted not locking the door. Why hadn’t she done that earlier?
As Lu Jingchen wrapped his arms around her from behind, the strong masculine scent mixed with the sa shower gel aroma that she bore pervaded her senses. Her fingers tightened unconsciously, gripping the bedding at her side.
"Qiaoqiao," the man whispered her na close to her ear, his tone mixed with a pleasant mood, low and pleasant, "Are you jealous?"
Song Qiao didn’t speak, her eyes wide open, staring fixedly at a spot in front of her, as if intently focusing on sothing. Aside from her body tensing up, proving she had indeed heard him, nothing else really showed.
The man rested his chin on her shoulder, his thin lips kissing her ear again and again, a faint laugh spilling from his throat, "Qiaoqiao, you look so cute when you’re jealous..."
So cute that... it gave him an intense urge to strip her bare and devour her on the spot.
Song Qiao still didn’t speak. She didn’t actually admit to being jealous nor did she deny it; instead, she simply closed her eyes.
Even she didn’t know whether she was jealous, she just felt a little uncomfortable in her heart.
Maybe she was, maybe not.
...
The next morning, Song Qiao was awoken by a series of knocks. She opened her eyes only to find it blinding, so she closed them again and snuggled deeper into the covers. With a voice tinged with a bit of grogginess and even dissatisfaction of being woken up, she murmured, "Lu Jingchen, who is knocking at the door? I’m so sleepy, I need to sleep, go open the door."
The man, who was preparing to get out of bed quietly, stopped at her words, looked down at the woman who had burrowed into the covers like a groundhog and couldn’t help but smile softly. He lifted the covers off her head, kissed her forehead, and murmured in a warm and llow voice, "Yeah, it’s still early, you can sleep a bit longer."
After Lu Jingchen’s lips left, Song Qiao pulled the covers back over her head and humd a couple of tis in response.
Seeing Song Qiao’s behavior, the man couldn’t help but chuckle, his eyes softening tenderly, a warmth radiating unbeknownst to him.
While the knocking persisted, he frowned slightly, threw off the covers to rise from bed, and after ensuring that Song Qiao was well covered, he headed towards the door.
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