When Lu Jingchen instructed Madam Chen to go prepare breakfast, he directly walked over and sat down on the sofa. A servant quickly brought over a cup of freshly brewed coffee and placed it in front of him. He took a sip before he turned his attention to Yu Xia, who was trailing right behind him, looking completely obedient. His lips slightly parted as he spoke indifferently, "You were kicked out by your old man, what does that have to do with ?"
Yu Xia looked up to et Lu Jingchen’s seemingly amused and unconcerned expression, clenched her small fists, tried to organize her thoughts, and after a long pause, she finally spoke hesitantly, "This matter... it’s a bit complicated..."
"You could make it short," Lu Jingchen glanced at her indifferently and spoke without care.
Yu Xia, "...After all, we aren’t on bad terms, Lu Jingchen, how can you treat like this?"
Indeed, their relationship wasn’t that bad; apart from their betrothal being bound by the elders, putting all that aside, they were still friends.
Lu Jingchen slightly lifted his eyelid, looked at her indifferently, and asked, "What have I done to you?"
Upon hearing his words, Yu Xia suddenly felt emboldened and accused directly, "Can’t you be a bit gentler, man? How would you get a wife like this? I really don’t know which woman would be blind enough to marry you. I think, Lu Jingchen, you should be kind and not harm any innocent won."
Lu Jingchen, hearing her words, did not reply, but just faintly swept his gaze over her, a chill erging silently and instantly filled the air.
Yu Xia’s heart skipped a beat, almost scared into taking a step back by Lu Jingchen’s aura, she involuntarily gulped and then tried to feign calmness, with a sowhat pitiful tone, "I... you cannot just ignore in peril, Lu Jingchen, I have nowhere else to go, if you don’t offer shelter, I really will end up holess..."
"You wish to stay here now?" Lu Jingchen did not directly agree to let her stay but instead raised an eyebrow and asked.
Yu Xia was taken aback, instinctively nodded, but upon encountering his eyes carrying a hint of warning chill, she imdiately shook her head and said, "I don’t necessarily have to stay here, just arrange a place for to live, I don’t have much money, not enough to rent a place..."
As soon as Yu Xia finished her words, Lu Jingchen straightforwardly suggested, "You could choose to work and earn money yourself."
She knew that this thod was naturally the best, but...
"It’s not that I don’t want to work, but my old man has already had my job at the school terminated, and he also issued a firm order that those companies should not hire ."
The most important thing was... her ID and other docunts had been confiscated by the old man. When she was kicked out of the house, she only took a suitcase, and the suitcase only had a few sets of clothes for changing.
Lu Jingchen looked at Yu Xia, thought for a mont, and then said, "You can stay here."
Yu Xia’s eyes brightened, almost in disbelief, "Lu Jingchen, are you saying I can stay here?"
Lu Jingchen remained silent but nodded.
Yu Xia, sowhat skeptical, looked at the man sitting on the sofa, her mind spinning, feeling that it was not such a simple matter, and after a thought, she still asked, "What is it that you want to do?"
In her mind, this man was never that benevolent; this made her feel as if she was being walked around by an old fox, perhaps the next second she would be sold and help count the money herself.
Lu Jingchen looked deep into her eyes, his lips slightly curling into a faint smile, directly took a sip of coffee, then spoke faintly, "Accompany Song Qiao, protect her..."
Although the man’s words were just so, Yu Xia knew the implications of accompanying and protecting were not ordinary; she was always smart, even if Lu Jingchen didn’t make everything completely clear, she could still understand.
What he ant also involved staying to protect Song Qiao before or when those from the Lu Family took action.
When she was young, she had been bullied by others, and later her family’s old man sent her to the military, now her skills were not inferior to any common person, having a personality capable of significant actions.
Lu Jingchen wasn’t in a hurry for Yu Xia to answer, his face always bearing a faint smile unchanged, his voice also very deep and pleasant, "I’ll give you three minutes to think, if you can’t agree, you can leave right now... Of course, I won’t arrange any accommodation for you, you’ll have to solve it yourself."
Yu Xia, "...Lu Jingchen, you’re threatening ."
"You can think of it that way." He didn’t deny it, directly stood up preparing to see if Song Qiao had awakened.
Watching Lu Jingchen’s leaving figure, Yu Xia finally conceded, imdiately nodded, "Okay, I agree!"
...
In the master bedroom on the second floor, Song Qiao opened her eyes, but still felt very sleepy. Even though she had slept all day yesterday and did not rise until now, she still felt like she hadn’t had enough sleep.
She felt a bit uncomfortable with her chest being pressed down as she lay on her stomach, so she slowly got up. Her back didn’t hurt as much anymore, indicating that the dicine really worked well.
After zoning out on the bed for a while, she finally sat up, fumbled with her long hair, yawned, and then lifted the covers to get out of bed.
The bedroom curtains were not drawn because Song Qiao had chosen blackout curtains when they were purchased, making the room not that bright. She stepped barefoot onto the floor. Due to the sumr weather, the carpets were already put away. She walked to the edge of the bed and quickly drew the curtains, instantly filling the room with light.
The weather today was not very good; it looked gloomy as if it was going to rain. However, she didn’t care about the weather anymore. Her injured back ant her holiday would continue as before, and she wouldn’t return to the office to end her leave. Ending it would an she had to take more leave, which would be troubleso.
Besides, Lu Jingchen wouldn’t agree to her going to work.
Standing by the French window for a while, Song Qiao looked out at the scenery outside, wondering whether she should go to the hospital to see Ning Wan since she didn’t have to go to work.
But because of her injured back, she was worried that Ning Wan would find out and then worry about her.
When Lu Jingchen opened the door and ca in, he saw Song Qiao standing barefoot by the bed, lost in thought. He had specifically chosen a strapless nightgown the previous night, so her slightly reddened back was visible, but the beautiful butterfly collarbone caught his attention.
Lu Jingchen gently closed the door, walked into the bedroom, and imdiately his gaze fell on Song Qiao’s bare feet. His expression darkened slightly, and he sternly called out her na, "Song Qiao!"
Upon hearing Lu Jingchen’s voice, Song Qiao snapped back to reality and turned around to see the man standing there, looking sowhat moody with a slightly stern face. She asked, slightly stunned, "What’s wrong?"
"Why aren’t you wearing shoes?"
She paused, looked down at her feet on the floor, her rounded toes were very pretty and white, reminding her of an online saying that a girl’s beauty can partly be judged by her toes.
She smirked slightly and responded casually, "I forgot to put them on when I got up... Hey, Lu Jingchen, what are you doing?"
Before she could finish speaking, the man had already taken a few steps towards her, bent down, and suddenly scooped her up into his arms, causing her to instinctively clutch at his shirt, her face showing a bit of panic.
The man glanced at her lightly, with a teasing tone, "Should I have the carpet laid out?"
Song Qiao, "...No need, why lay a carpet when the weather is so hot? I’ll rember to wear shoes next ti."
The man pursed his lips silently, gently placed her on the bed to sit properly, then picked up a pair of slippers beside her and helped her put them on.
Song Qiao watched as he knelt in front of her and personally helped her with the shoes, her gaze resting on his dark hair, appearing sowhat dazed.
Lu Jingchen looked up and upon seeing Song Qiao staring at him, he paused, then cracked a smile, slightly teasing, "Do you need to carry you to wash up?"
Song Qiao, "No need, I’m going to wash up now." With that, she stood up, her face bearing a look of embarrassnt as if caught in the act, and walked directly into the bathroom wearing her slippers.
The man remained standing where he was, but the sight of the woman hurriedly escaping seemingly improved Lu Jingchen’s mood significantly.
When Song Qiao ca out after washing up, the man was no longer in the bedroom. Due to her injured back, Song Qiao chose to wear a loose one-shoulder white shirt dress that fitted comfortably. She tried walking a few steps; even if it touched the burned area on her back, it didn’t hurt much.
...
This was the first ti Yu Xia looked directly into Song Qiao’s face with interest. Song Qiao had a classic lon-seed face, with features that ca together very attractively— the type that makes one feel she’s very pretty at first glance, and feels even more appealing the more one looks.
She was wearing a slightly loose one-shoulder white shirt dress, slowly descending the stairs. Her black hair was completely smooth, loosely cascading over her shoulders, and when she looked up, her bright eyes were visible.
Yu Xia, holding a spoon in his hand, paused in stirring his porridge, turned his head to look at Lu Jingchen, and said sowhat stupidly, "Lu Jingchen, your wife is really pretty..."
Initially, he did not feel much, but the more he looked at her, the more pleasing and beautiful she beca.
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