Because she was afraid of attracting more attention, Song Qiao practically leaned in close to the man and whispered.
But Song Qiao didn’t realize that her actions made them look even more intimate, as if they were whispering sweet nothings, leaving no doubt they were a couple or married.
The delicate scent from the woman wafted directly into the man’s senses, making the depth in Lu Jingchen’s eyes intensify.
Song Qiao suddenly sensed that Lu Jingchen’s body briefly tensed up. She was confused until she looked up and t the man’s deep gaze, clearly seeing the desire that filled his eyes. It was enough to make Song Qiao exclaim in shock, "Lu Jingchen, you..."
This man could react this way even under such circumstances...
Lu Jingchen’s thin lips pressed together, montarily frozen as he struggled to know what to do, unable to keep from tightening his grip on the woman’s waist. His voice was hoarse beyond belief, "Don’t move around, just stay in my arms. It’s been so long since I’ve touched you..."
Song Qiao turned crimson at Lu Jingchen’s words, her gaze filled with resentnt, "Clearly, it’s your lack of self-control."
In a public setting, under so many eyes, this man acting so intimately was simply... disgraceful.
The man’s expression showed considerable restraint, looking quite displeased, and after a while, he finally sighed, gazing intensely at her, pursing his lips before speaking, "Qiaoqiao, you can’t bla entirely. Too much pent-up frustration can be harmful, you know?"
Song Qiao, "..." She wanted to say she didn’t understand, but this man never played by the rules, and if she claid ignorance, he’d probably kiss her forcefully or drag her away, leaving her powerless.
So at this mont, Song Qiao could only purse her lips and remain silent.
Their voices were low, and they were so close that they could only see each other, and others could only see their profiles.
Chu Munan watched their interaction, pressing his lips together as he sipped from a bottle of mineral water, his gaze inscrutable.
He actually wanted to separate them but suppressed the urge, considering Lu Jingchen and Song Qiao were indeed married, and there were reporters hidden nearby. Being photographed in such a mont would reflect poorly on Song Qiao and the Chu Group, not to ntion the influence it could have.
He wasn’t worried about the inconvenience it might bring him, just concerned about what people might say about Song Qiao.
Seeing Lu Jingchen and Song Qiao so close, Chu Munan’s hand tightened around the bottle, his mood darkening, yet he couldn’t do much—truly a suffocating situation.
After finishing a barbecue al, Lu Jingchen hadn’t eaten anything. He had never had street food before, so he only frowned, watching them eat without joining in.
By ten in the evening, Mu Shinian and Lu Yulin, the two little ones, were getting tired, especially with Lu Jingchen around, making Song Qiao feel uncomfortable, so she decided to head back.
At the parking lot, Song Qiao was about to get into a Land Rover Range Rover with Chu Munan when her arm was suddenly grabbed, halting her steps.
Song Qiao turned back to see the man slightly furrowing his brows, his gaze intense enough to seem like he was trying to see through her.
She tried to pull her hand free, but the man’s grip was strong, making her voice tense, "Lu Jingchen, you... why? Let go of ... I need to go back..."
But once she finished speaking, the man looked unfazed and replied with a question, "Back where?"
Song Qiao’s gaze t the man’s deep eyes, reflexively shrinking back, as if his gaze alone undressed her, leaving her silent for a while before speaking, "Back to my grandfather’s place..."
"You’re married to now." Before Song Qiao could finish, Lu Jingchen continued, "Our ho is the villa in the hills. Where do you want to go back to?"
It’s been over a week, and he’s been holding back for so long, losing his self-control.
Song Qiao’s expression changed at his words, caught off guard and unsure of how to retort.
After so secretive things happened at the wedding, she began to feel that the half-mountain villa wasn’t her ho anymore. After all, in her mind, she was certain she would divorce Lu Jingchen eventually.
Seeing Song Qiao suddenly silent, Lu Jingchen could imdiately tell what she was thinking. He tightened his grip on her arm unconsciously, pulled her forcefully into his arms, then without a word, bent over and lifted her up horizontally, striding towards the Bentley Mulsanne parked across the street.
Assistant Xue had received Lu Jingchen’s ssage half an hour ago and ca directly here to wait. He saw the Boss and his wife from afar, so he got out of the car and prepared to open the door at any ti.
Being lifted up, Song Qiao was taken aback and nearly scread. Once she ca to her senses, she glared at the man in front of her, "Lu Jingchen, what are you doing? Put down..."
The man glanced down at her and spoke nonchalantly, "Going ho!"
However, after just two steps, Chu Munan, who was about to get in his car, heard the commotion and imdiately got out, looking over to see Lu Jingchen holding Song Qiao, about to leave. His face darkened, and he quickly took three steps to block Lu Jingchen’s path, speaking calmly, "Song Qiao doesn’t want to leave with you. Put her down!"
The man’s footsteps stopped. He raised his eyes and looked at the man in front of him with a faint smirk, "My wife doesn’t want to leave with , so does she want to leave with you? Chu Munan, though I haven’t pursued what you did before, you’d better not block now. Don’t forget this isn’t Beijing, nor is it your territory. This is An City."
Yet, Chu Munan replied slowly, "What have I done that you need to pursue?"
Lu Jingchen frowned at him, his expression gloomy, and coldly spat out two words, "Get lost!"
Chu Munan remained unmoved, a taunting smile on his face, "Sorry, I won’t get lost. Would you like to teach ?"
Due to Chu Munan’s words, Lu Jingchen’s eyes narrowed dangerously, coldness emanating from his body. If he weren’t holding Song Qiao, he probably would have acted.
In his understanding with Chu Munan, Lu Jingchen always preferred to act rather than talk.
Suddenly, the tension between the two n intensified, as if they might start fighting at any mont.
Song Qiao was caught between them, unsure of what to do, taking a while to gather her thoughts before she spoke to Chu Munan, "Munan, you should go back first. Tell my grandfather I won’t be coming back tonight..."
Seeing Song Qiao directly call Chu Munan by those two words, Lu Jingchen’s face darkened, and he couldn’t help but tighten his grip around the woman.
Munan... calling him that sounds quite close...
Looking down at her petite face, Lu Jingchen couldn’t help but smile, his expression filled with intrigue.
Song Qiao suddenly felt pain in her arm, frowning unintentionally as she looked up at the man in front of her, seeing his incredibly gloomy face, her heart skipped a beat.
"Song Qiao!" Hearing the woman’s words, Chu Munan’s face turned sowhat unpleasant, his voice deepened, "Do you want to leave with this man? If you don’t want to, I can take you back to Mu Mansion. Don’t you trust ?"
She could sense the anger of the man holding her, and she knew very well that Chu Munan was indeed not Lu Jingchen’s match, especially considering this was An City, not Beijing.
An City truly belonged to Lu Jingchen. If it were Beijing, the situation would be reversed.
Honestly, she was afraid that Lu Jingchen might really do sothing to Chu Munan. Although she didn’t have any feelings for Chu Munan, since Grandpa Chu was her grandfather’s friend, she couldn’t let his grandson get into trouble in front of her.
After a long silence, Song Qiao finally smiled slightly and spoke, "It’s not because of that."
Pausing, she didn’t continue to struggle, obediently letting Lu Jingchen hold her, knowing full well that resisting was futile. If this man didn’t want to let her go, struggling would be useless.
Her gaze fell on Chu Munan opposite her, discomforted by her position but decided not to show it, "I’m still his wife for now. After all, I’ve been away for too long, it’s not good."
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