Lu Jingchen held Song Qiao in his arms all night, so his whole arm was numb, and even a slight movent felt uncomfortable, causing him to furrow his brows slightly.
He cautiously tried to withdraw his hand, but stopped when his gaze t Song Qiao’s big eyes, already awake and looking at him, at so unknown ti.
As if he suddenly lost all words, the man’s thin lips moved slightly; it took a while before he slowly spoke, "You’re awake? Are you hungry? Should I prepare sothing for you?"
Song Qiao had been sleeping through the night, only waking up now, and surely hadn’t gotten up to eat anything in the middle of the night; otherwise, he would have noticed.
Moreover, if she had woken up in the middle of the night, it’s unlikely she would let him hold her while sleeping again.
Song Qiao noticed the sowhat strange and uncomfortable expression on his face. Although he masked it well, she still caught it.
The woman slowly climbed out, sat on the bed, running her fingers through her hair, displaying no extra emotion on her face, looking indifferent. After glancing at the man beside her, she simply got down from the other side of the bed. Not knowing where she had tossed her slippers last night, she glanced around and when she didn’t see them, she walked barefoot towards the bathroom, her feet stepping onto the carpet.
Lu Jingchen was already sitting up against the headboard, his gaze fell on her bare feet stepping on the carpet, his brows furrowed slightly. Without saying a word, not minding his numb arm, he used his other hand to lift the covers off and got out of bed.
The man’s gaze fell directly on the slippers placed parallel with his own, without hesitation, he bent over to pick them up and stepped towards the bathroom.
Once Song Qiao walked into the bathroom, she stood in front of the large mirror, looking at her reflection with sleepy eyes, suddenly feeling a mont of bewildernt, as if she no longer recognized herself.
Until steady footsteps sounded beside her ear, Song Qiao slowly returned to her senses, turning her head slightly toward the door, seeing the man entering with slippers, a barely perceptible frown appeared, yet she said nothing.
The man bent down directly, then lifted her foot, causing Song Qiao to instinctively hold onto the sink beside her, lowering her head to look at his dark hair, realizing it wasn’t easy for him to do this for her, yet finding it quite amusing.
Yesterday at the set, he openly flaunted his affection with Zuo Yuqing, even instructed Assistant Xue to say the coffee drinks and snacks were specially bought for Zuo Yuqing under his na, benefiting the entire crew along with Zuo Yuqing, completely disregarding her feelings.
From his behavior at the set yesterday, now everyone probably thinks Zuo Yuqing is his true love, and she’s just a woman about to be discarded by him.
No... perhaps everyone already considers her and Lu Jingchen’s relationship as upgraded to ex-wife and ex-husband?
Without any struggle, she let him help her put on the slippers, just standing there watching him silently.
After helping her change into slippers, Lu Jingchen stood up straight, his gaze falling on her, noticing her eyes seed to harbor a mocking smile, which made his throat tighten. Without thinking, he leaned forward, kissed her eyebrows, his deep voice hoarse, "Qiaoqiao, don’t look at like that... don’t use that gaze on ..."
Her gaze gave him an illusion, as if she could leave him anyti, that illusion was too clear, and a wave of panic slowly surfaced in his heart.
Song Qiao’s eyes slightly closed, the familiar scent of body wash in her nose; she knew it was the body wash they both used, but wasn’t sure if it was on him or herself.
"Lu Jingchen." It took a while before she softly called his na, her voice low and seemingly weak, like softly murmuring his na.
Lu Jingchen’s heart trembled inexplicably hearing her call him in such a tone, his thin lips leaving her eyes, but his hands still on her shoulders, not letting go. From the depths of his throat ca a sound, saying "Hm."
Song Qiao raised her eyes to et his deep gaze, suddenly smiling faintly, "Have you really thought about it? We’re not suitable for each other. I saw yesterday, you and Zuo Yuqing standing together, you are truly a good match."
Hearing her words, Lu Jingchen’s expression darkened, his deep eyes suddenly narrowed upon hearing her final words, the look in his eyes turned to disbelief.
She... how could she dare say this?
Yet, at this mont, Song Qiao didn’t care anymore, slightly stepping back to create distance between them; they were standing too close, almost sticking together.
After putting so distance between them, Song Qiao, looking thin, again ran her fingers through her hair, maintaining a faint smile at him. Before Lu Jingchen could speak, she continued serenely, "Look, you could do that yesterday. Now if you divorce , people wouldn’t say much, especially after Murong Rui exposed such facts at our wedding. Probably now, no one thinks we’re a match..."
Precisely speaking, no one thinks she’s worthy of Lu Jingchen.
She still looked at him, lightly smiling, as if casually ntioning sothing, but her tone was seriously attention-catching, "I’ve wanted to end this marriage for a long ti. After all, between us, specifically in my heart, this marriage is only nominally existent. If you don’t divorce , Zuo Yuqing might be blad as a ’ho-wrecking third party,’ and not only Zuo Yuqing would be cursed, but I’d also carry the bla. My life, it might actually be ruined by this marriage..."
She has a public account on Weibo, registered back when she was an agent. Initially, her account’s followers were quite reasonable fans. Now her followers have reached over a million, almost reaching ten million, which are people who have co because of her and Lu Jingchen’s affair, all to insult her.
She checked yesterday and saw her final post has over 250,000 comnts, all telling her to leave, to break up with Lu Jingchen, or simply cursing her.
So fans are still rational, speaking for her, but not many. As soon as they speak up, they are drowned out by fans who dislike her.
Her ntal resilience is fairly strong; although she saw countless insults, she was just upset for a while.
Lu Jingchen’s thin lips pressed tightly without speaking, but his expression was extrely grim, as if he might pin her down at any mont, those deep eyes more like raging infernos.
Song Qiao directly t his obviously fiery gaze, suddenly feeling her legs weaken, fear rising inside her that he might lose control and really pin her down next.
But thinking of her future, the child inside her, her heart suddenly beca resolute.
Yet after a while, the man seed to change his deanor, no longer filled with rage but gazing softly at Song Qiao, his voice low yet gentle, "You only need to be the Young Mistress of the Lu Family. You don’t need to worry about other matters, I’ll handle them. I won’t stop you from doing what you wish, but if you want a divorce, I won’t agree."
Song Qiao looked at him, suddenly feeling this man was quite unfamiliar, or perhaps she never truly understood him.
After a mont, realizing her previous words were ineffective, Song Qiao smiled self-mockingly, murmuring softly, "Then what’s the point?"
However, the man hearing her words, answered with another question, "What’s your point?"
Why insist on divorce? Is there no solution other than divorce?
...
Due to the unpleasant atmosphere between them in the morning, Song Qiao didn’t have breakfast in the villa, and since she didn’t eat, Lu Jingchen naturally skipped breakfast at ho as well. She planned to take a taxi to the set, but the man volunteered to drive her there personally.
Song Qiao gave him a peculiar look, speaking calmly, "Yesterday you caused quite a stir bringing snacks and drinks to Zuo Yuqing at the set, and now you’re taking there. Haven’t you thought about what those rumors will develop into?"
Face unchanged, the man pulled and carried her into the passenger seat himself, buckling her in before slowly speaking, "That’s precisely why I’m driving you today, to prevent everyone from thinking you’ve fallen out of favor with and are being bullied."
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