Lu Jingchen paused here, seemingly at a loss for words.
He actually went to find Song Qiao, but as soon as he entered the hall and saw Zuo Yuqing fall to the ground in agony, his heart was completely taken over by Zuo Yuqing. It wasn’t really because he loved her too much, but rather a subconscious reaction.
Because he always rembered that Zuo Yuqing’s health wasn’t very good, especially since they had been in a relationship for so many years, it wasn’t sothing he could simply let go.
He didn’t recognize Song Qiao at that mont, possibly because she had recently styled her hair in big waves, so he didn’t recognize her imdiately.
He knew that couldn’t justify the harm he had done to Song Qiao, but what happened had happened, and ti couldn’t be turned back to that mont.
Song Qiao didn’t struggle, and let him kiss her lips gently. After a while, she cracked a smile and said, "Lu Jingchen, sotis I think our marriage was a mistake..."
Lu Jingchen’s breath halted, and a second later, it deepened, his eyes intently fixed on Song Qiao, his voice tinged with darkness, "What exactly are you trying to say?"
Song Qiao smiled.
See, Mr. Lu still couldn’t suppress the anger in his heart. The look that almost devoured her or seed like he would strangle her the next mont was truly terrifying.
Even though she was starting to feel apprehensive, she knew very well that there were many things this man might not want to hear, but she still had to say them, otherwise, she feared she might go insane.
She admitted that she had fallen for Lu Jingchen, even to the extent of a slight love. It was because of this that she now needed to cut ties decisively before her love for him grew uncontrollable.
The one who invests emotionally first often gets hurt the deepest, and she easily gives her heart to a man who is kind or gentle to her.
Half lowering her eyes without looking at him, the smile on her face disappearing, her tone no longer light but serious and deliberate, she said, "Lu Jingchen, let’s get a divorce."
This wasn’t the first ti she had brought up divorce. The previous tis were shortly after they got married, but back then he had ignored her.
Later, she thought, maybe soday Lu Jingchen would grow tired of her and agree to divorce willingly.
Initially, she had never thought she would fall in love with Lu Jingchen. There was once a statent online that Lu Jingchen was the man most likely to be loved in An City; those won who t him would invariably feel their hearts flutter.
Back then, she scoffed at this claim from online.
Who would have thought that after such a short period of interaction, she would genuinely feel attracted to him.
She had made up many excuses for herself, among them that she was perhaps love-starved, and another that Lu Jingchen was the most handso man she had ever t.
Even though she wasn’t one who prioritized looks.
The hand that had been stroking the woman’s chin stopped, his handso features showing no emotion, save for a slight brooding, only in his eyes seed to swirl a tangible rage, as he looked down at the delicate face before him, his mind replaying the peaceful visage he saw each morning upon waking. After a long while, he finally spoke, his tone calm and aloof, "Qiaoqiao, I never thought about us getting a divorce right now."
"Lu Jingchen, don’t you like Zuo Yuqing?" Song Qiao asked without nervousness, and not in an accusatory tone.
The man was briefly stunned, then humd in acknowledgnt before saying, "But I like you a bit more than I like her."
Song Qiao was surprised, seemingly caught off-guard, but soon tugged at her lips and murmured softly, "But Lu Jingchen, I don’t want to like you anymore."
Ti and again, her love t with hurt, and it had never been as painful as when Gu Linyuan betrayed her.
But when Lu Jingchen pushed her aside and rushed to embrace Zuo Yuqing with urgency, her heart felt a montary pain so intense that she nearly suffocated.
Many things beco fearso once you’ve experienced them once, just like how she feared stepping down this road with Lu Jingchen after being betrayed by Gu Linyuan.
...
When Lu An’an returned, she didn’t see Lu Jingchen. She put down the insulated box she was carrying to prepare for dinner, and asked, "Qiaoqiao, where’s your husband?"
Song Qiao lay on the bed sideways, the pain in her waist made her grimace and after a while, she responded with so dullness, "He’s gone."
Lu Jingchen had slamd the door and left, exuding a terrifying aura, which even scared Song Qiao herself, fearing he might lose control and strangle her in a fit of rage.
Lu An’an’s hand paused as she opened the insulated box, then suddenly rembered the speeding Bentley Mulsanne she saw when she just returned, realizing it might have been her brother’s car. She kept this in mind, opened the lid, and asked while setting aside, "Qiaoqiao, you didn’t have a fight with him, did you?"
"No fight, I just suggested we should get a divorce," Song Qiao snorted, the aroma of the food reaching her nose. She slowly got up asking, "I’m so hungry, what yummy food did you bring ?"
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