After Being Reborn, Her Only Mission Is to Love Him-Chapter 142 - : How Did She Get Easily Deceived by Song Sinian?
Chapter 142: Chapter 142: How Did She Get Easily Deceived by Song Sinian?
After hanging up the phone with the hotel’s assistant, Justin looked back toward Xia Wenjin with a pair of blue eyes once again filled with laughter, “Dear Miss Xia, let’s go choose an evening dress first. Let’s not allow unimportant people to ruin our wonderful time, okay?”
“Okay.”
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As the evening set in and the sky grew dark, Lu Zhaozhao finally returned to the Song Family home.
The moment she pushed open the door, she could distinctly feel an oppressive atmosphere rushing toward her.
Qian Hong saw the door open and rushed toward Lu Zhaozhao as if she had seen her savior.
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“Madam, have you had dinner?”
As she spoke, she took the things Lu Zhaozhao was carrying.
Then she leaned in close to Lu Zhaozhao and whispered, “Mr. Song came back early in the afternoon and still hasn’t eaten…”
Lu Zhaozhao immediately understood what she meant. She stole a glance at Song Sinian, who was sitting in the living room working on documents, and coughed lightly, “Ahem… I didn’t eat much for dinner and would like something more. Is there any dessert soup left in the kitchen?”
“Yes, yes, yes! Madam, please sit on the sofa for a while, and I’ll arrange it right away,” Qian Hong said as she left the living room with Lu Zhaozhao’s belongings.
Lu Zhaozhao changed into slippers and then pretended to notice nothing as she walked over to the sofa and sat down next to Song Sinian.
Song Sinian shot Lu Zhaozhao a glance but did not speak, instead, he continued to flip through the documents in his hand.
He had indeed left Lu Zhaozhao with Xia Wenjue earlier, but the whole day without seeing her made him unexplainably irritated.
Even though Xia Wenjue reported Lu Zhaozhao’s schedule to him, it did nothing to calm his restless heart.
“Mr. Song, I’m back,” Lu Zhaozhao said, tilting her head and looking at Song Sinian with a smile in her eyes, “Are you very busy right now?”
Song Sinian looked up at Lu Zhaozhao and still did not speak.
He knew he should respond to Lu Zhaozhao, but his lips moved, and he oddly found himself unable to open his mouth.
Lu Zhaozhao obviously noticed Song Sinian’s abnormality but pretended not to have seen it, standing up directly, “If Mr. Song is busy, I’ll go to my room first, I…”
Before she could step away, her wrist was suddenly seized.
“Don’t go.”
His voice was low and husky, with a touch of pleading.
Lu Zhaozhao turned her head to look at Song Sinian, who was tightly clutching her wrist, and said with a smile, “Since our Mr. Song has said so, I must stay.”
As she spoke, she attempted to sit back down on the sofa.
But before she could realize what was happening, Song Sinian suddenly pulled her into his embrace.
His large hand rested on her back, holding her tightly to him, as if afraid she would run away.
He buried his head in her shoulder and mumbled dully, “I don’t like it when you’re away from me for so long, it makes me uncomfortable.”
Listening to him express his feelings so directly, the corners of Lu Zhaozhao’s mouth lifted slightly, and her small hands swiftly embraced Song Sinian’s waist tightly, “I don’t like being away from you for so long either. I really enjoy being with Mr. Song.”
Words that would have once made her blush just naturally slipped out.
Lu Zhaozhao could clearly feel that after hearing her words, Song Sinian’s tension eased considerably.
Encouraged to continue as if, Lu Zhaozhao added another line, “I’ve been thinking about Mr. Song all day while I was outside, so… were you thinking of me too?”
“Mhm,” Song Sinian responded almost reflexively.
He slowly released Lu Zhaozhao, who he had been holding tight, and then lowered his head to her lips.
His unsteady breath fell on the tip of her nose, light then heavy, the familiar cold fragrance nearly enveloping her in an instant.
Kissed by Song Sinian, her lips tingled slightly, sending a subtle shudder through her entire heart.
Linking with her nerves, it penetrated her limbs and bones.
His large hand kneaded her slender waist every now and then, sapping all her strength and making her fall into his arms, limp and boneless.
Lu Zhaozhao was really struggling to cope—this was the living room after all, and if Qian Hong came back from the kitchen and saw them like this, she would die of embarrassment.
Her small hands pushed on Song Sinian, the soft and powerless gesture like she was coyly inviting and resisting at once.
With a light squeeze from Song Sinian’s hand, he grabbed her wrist, flipped it around, and pressed her against the couch.
He looked down at her from above, his eyes already tainted with a touch of crimson from his desire.
“Zhaozhao…” His voice was hoarse, a whisper that made her tremble uncontrollably.
She answered him in a daze, and soon felt the cool touch of his lips again, one kiss after another, gentle and lingering.
The more he did this, the more her chest fluttered, stirring a mix of tingling and itching sensations.
Lu Zhaozhao was driven to desperation; she gritted her teeth, reached out to grab Song Sinian’s collar, and pulled him down, taking a few fierce bites.
Just as Song Sinian was stunned, she did a carp flip, pressing him down and straddling his waist.
If it hadn’t been for Doctor Tian saying that Song Sinian’s condition needed to progress slowly, she would have taken care of him right there and then!
Lu Zhaozhao’s hands rested on Song Sinian’s chest as her eyes followed up his slightly open collar.
He had been at the house for some time now, so he had removed his tie, and the buttoned-up shirt collar had just been violently torn open by her, revealing his long and fair neck…
Her hands couldn’t help but slowly move up, caressing everything she could see, right up to the most prominent part of his neck.
As soon as she touched that sharp point, Song Sinian immediately grasped her wrist.
He pressed her small hand against his chest, simply staring at her, the desire in his eyes swirling, a spark in dry grass, ready to ignite at any moment.
“Mr. Song, I think…”
I want to take care of you right now!
“Madam, the sweet soup…”
Qian Hong, who had just brought in the sweet soup, saw the two people moving up and down on the couch and stopped abruptly.
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She then quickly changed her words, “The sweet soup isn’t hot enough, I’ll go heat it up!!”
Saying this, she was ready to hurry away with the serving plate, but it was just too heavy.
Worried about causing a mess, she had no choice but to return the way she had come, reluctantly.
“Aunt Qian!” Lu Zhaozhao called out to her in a panic. “Um… I think Mr. Song is hungry too, just leave the meal here.”
She climbed down from Song Sinian, a bit embarrassed, and spoke up.
Luckily, she hadn’t lost her mind just now and actually done something to Song Sinian, otherwise, the scene Qian Hong would have walked in on…
Lu Zhaozhao pursed her lips, sat down on the sofa with a serious expression, and silently scorned her own lust-blinded self.
How could she have been so easily bewitched by Song Sinian?
As she thought this, her gaze involuntarily moved to Song Sinian, who was still lying on the couch without getting up…
