This wasn’t the first ti she had asked this question. Although the answer was always the sa, Song Qiao couldn’t help but ask it once more.
However, each ti, Lu Jingchen’s face would only grow more somber, naturally refusing to agree.
But this ti...
Lu Jingchen didn’t imdiately answer Song Qiao’s question. He started to walk toward her with long strides, his gaze steadily fixed on her, his emotions in his eyes inscrutable.
Perhaps it was just her imagination, but Song Qiao felt as though there was an indescribable emotion hidden in the man’s eyes, as if he had suddenly made so kind of decision.
For a mont, Song Qiao felt a wave of panic spreading from her heart through her body, giving her the impulse to flee the scene. Being looked at by the man this way made her feel uneasy, and she couldn’t help but want to avert her eyes to avoid his gaze.
Lu Jingchen walked right up to Song Qiao, his leather shoes almost brushing against her slippers. Those deep eyes of his were fixed on her as he finally spoke, "I can agree to divorce you."
Song Qiao, who had been sowhat hesitant, brightened at his words and looked at him fixedly. But as she thought it over, she felt sothing was off. Knowing Lu Jingchen’s character, it was unlikely he would agree to a divorce so easily. Song Qiao was sure he hadn’t finished speaking.
Indeed, the man’s reaction showed a hint of anger, but he tried to suppress it. Leaning slightly forward, he propped his hands on the sofa behind her, trapping her within his arms.
His deep voice then resonated, "If you want a divorce, I can grant it, provided you agree to one condition."
Hearing his words, Song Qiao’s heart skipped a beat, as if an invisible hand had reached into her chest and gripped her heart. Her hands involuntarily clenched, palms inexplicably sweaty. She t his dark and profound eyes and instinctively asked, "What condition?"
Staring at her palm-sized face, Lu Jingchen opened his thin lips and said, "You give a child, and I’ll agree to divorce you."
Song Qiao felt as if her brain had exploded at his words. Blinking, her face turned pale. She hadn’t expected this demand. Or had he already realized sothing?
Like the fact that she was pregnant.
But now, looking at his cold face, she suddenly felt it was impossible. Only she and Chu Munan knew about her pregnancy; even her grandfather and Song Xi had no idea.
Song Qiao shifted her gaze away from his, her lips moving silently before she finally spoke after a long pause, "After we divorce, you can marry another woman and have her give you a child. There’s no need for to be the one."
"But what can I do? I only want you to bear my child!" Before she could finish speaking, Lu Jingchen had already responded.
Song Qiao couldn’t help but clutch the edge of her clothes, glancing up at him, but she quickly averted her gaze again, head down to avoid his eyes. She struggled to suppress her inner panic and continued, "Let think about it. I’ll give you an answer once I’ve made up my mind."
Lu Jingchen looked deeply into her eyes, then stood up straight without pressing her further, agreeing directly, "Alright, I’ll give you ti to consider."
As long as she stopped pressing for the divorce, ti was on his side, and a child was just a ans to keep her here.
He’d heard that childbirth isn’t easy and that won who initially don’t want children often beco unwilling to part with them once they’re born. If Song Qiao had a child, she might not want a divorce because of it.
At this thought, Lu Jingchen’s mood brightened considerably.
The scent of her gentle fragrance filled the air around him. He knew it was from the bath products she regularly used, and because the scent was long-lasting, he could still sll it now. He couldn’t help but lower his head to plant a gentle kiss on her forehead and continued, "Let know once you’ve made up your mind. I won’t pressure you during this ti, but you must move back into the villa with . I promise not to touch you until you’ve made up your mind."
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