She didn’t mistrust Lu Jingchen, it’s just that sotis the facts one sees are far more convincing than what one hears.
Perhaps she really was Lu Jingchen’s first woman, but perhaps those were just sweet words he said.
She took out makeup remover and wet wipes from her bag and started to remove her makeup. She scooped so water to cleanse the sowhat dirty spots on her face. Looking at her bare face in the mirror, which looked no different from her made-up face, she inexplicably smiled.
Suddenly feeling a bit confused, she wondered what about her attracted Lu Jingchen so much that he ended up marrying her.
Just as she was putting the makeup remover back into her bag, she heard familiar footsteps.
Song Qiao turned around abruptly, only to see the man who had just entered. She froze for a mont and hurriedly asked, "Lu Jingchen, this is the ladies’ restroom, what are you doing here?"
The man seed unfazed, even entering the ladies’ restroom with not a hint of an unusual expression, walking directly towards the woman at the sink, and stopping right in front of her, leaving only a step between them.
The man’s gaze was fixed on her, his eyes murky and unclear, and his voice llow and attractive, "Feeling upset?"
His tone carried no doubt, purely affirmative as if stating a fact.
Song Qiao’s grip on her bag tightened, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, and she flatly denied, "No!"
The man however, smiled coyly, slightly bending down to lift her chin, his handso face drawn closer. His warm breath brushed her face, filled with the faint scent of her body, "Your upset is written all over your face, yet you say you’re not? Princess Pea."
Song Qiao wanted to retreat to increase the distance between them, but found no way out behind her. Given their height difference, she had no choice but to look up at him defiantly, "What does it matter to you whether I’m feeling good or not?"
Possibly due to genuinely being in a bad mood, Song Qiao’s tone was sowhat sharp, her eyes stubbornly confronting the man before her.
Hearing Song Qiao’s words, Lu Jingchen chuckled softly, and leaned in to gently kiss her lips before speaking, "We are husband and wife, it’s natural for to be concerned about you being upset."
Seeing the man leaning closer, Song Qiao instinctively tried to move back, her voice tense, "Lu Jingchen, if you want to talk, can you not stand so close to ? This is a restroom, soone could co in at any mont... Mm!"
Before she could finish, the man lowered his head and sealed her lips.
She was already pushed against the edge of the washbasin, and then the man switched to holding her waist with one hand, while the other clasped the back of her head, pulling her into his embrace. His lips, cool and thin, began thodically exploring the sweetness inside her mouth.
Every ti, this man appeared gentle, but his kissing was overwhelming, as if he could devour her anyti, unstoppable.
At first, Song Qiao didn’t struggle too much, because she had learned through their ti together that the more she resisted, the more fiercely he kissed, even biting her lips several tis.
Lu Jingchen slightly narrowed his eyes as he looked at the woman in his arms, her completely submissive posture deepening his gaze, but ultimately, he stopped kissing and pulled back.
Song Qiao looked up at Lu Jingchen without speaking.
"Since you’re not interested in eating anymore, I’ll take you to work." He let go of the arm that was holding her, gave her a sideways glance, and then turned to leave.
Song Qiao looked at the man’s profile, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.
How could she not feel that this man was in a bad mood?
And the primary reason for his bad mood was her.
Although she didn’t understand what exactly she did to upset him.
After all, Lu Jingchen and Xi Mohan were brothers, so naturally, he had to say goodbye before leaving.
Song Qiao obediently followed behind Lu Jingchen, a faint smile on her face, which didn’t reach her eyes.
"I’ll take Qiaoqiao to the company first, this al is on ," said the man expressionlessly. Even his tone was indifferent.
Ning Yan’er was about to drink so water when she paused, looking at Lu Jingchen with a slight frown and said, "Jingchen, you’re not eating at ho? You just had a few bites."
"Yes, I’m full!" His reply was flat, devoid of any emotional fluctuations, as Lu Jingchen picked up his coat.
Xi Mohan looked at Lu Jingchen, then glanced at Song Qiao standing not far from him, and scoffed, "The couple is having a minor dispute, let them be, Yan’er, it’s not us who are hungry after all."
Ning Yan’er originally wanted to say sothing to Lu Jingchen, but upon hearing Xi Mohan’s words, she shifted her gaze to Song Qiao, her expression unreadable, ultimately remaining silent.
Song Qiao certainly heard their conversation, she glanced at the steak in front of Lu Jingchen and realized it was nearly untouched, with just a couple of bites missing.
She pursed her lips and turned to leave imdiately.
Hearing the sound of high heels behind him, Lu Jingchen turned around and saw Song Qiao’s decisive departure, a surge of invisible anger rising inside him.
Already quite annoyed, seeing Song Qiao not even waiting for him, his mood turned even sourer.
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