The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief-Chapter 270 - 163: I Have Ways to Deal with You

Song Qiao was settled on the sofa in the bedroom by Lu Jingchen, and the man immediately turned around to fetch the first aid kit.

Because once Song Qiao accidentally injured her hand in the bedroom, for convenience, Lu Jingchen had a first aid kit prepared in the bedroom as well, to be ready in case of emergencies.

Secondly, if anyone got hurt and needed to change their dressings after a bath, they wouldn’t need to go out looking for the first aid kit, as it was readily available here.

Song Qiao changed her position, almost lying down on the sofa, clutching a pillow tightly as if she was somewhat tense.

Lu Jingchen knelt on one knee in front of her, placed the first aid kit on the side table to open it, and then took her injured hand to start removing the bandage. After unwrapping the bandage and seeing the palm turning somewhat white, evidently waterlogged, his brows furrowed instantly. This was also the first time he saw her injured palm. freēwēbnovel.com

Looking up at Song Qiao, who had turned her head away to avoid his gaze, he directly reached out, turned her face towards him forcing her to meet his eyes, his voice carried a hint of anger, "Song Qiao, is this how you torment yourself? Don’t you know that you shouldn’t touch water with an injured hand? Have you become less intelligent because you haven’t been scolded for a few days?"

Song Qiao stared at the man’s angry face, dazed for a moment. When she came to, she instantly felt annoyed, struggling to keep her emotions in check as she clenched her teeth and spoke directly, "Are you going to change the dressing or not? If not, let me go, I want to continue watching the movie."

Throughout the day, all her pent-up dissatisfaction seemed to envelop her heart in an instant, almost uncontrollably elevating her tone.

Looking at Song Qiao’s impatient face, the man, angry because she didn’t take good care of herself, revealed a somewhat chilly smile and suddenly leaned over to pin her down, holding her face with one hand and directly kissed her lips.

Song Qiao widened her eyes, her gaze still carrying an unquelled anger, her taste buds sensed a faint taste, as if consuming a mint gum, with an undertone of a fresh, clean scent, covering her like an impermeable net, "Lu Jingchen, you..."

Song Qiao wanted to struggle, but her chin was firmly grasped by the man, making it impossible for her to break free.

A five-minute passionate kiss left Song Qiao nearly breathless. When Lu Jingchen finally released her, her face was flushed red, gasping for fresh air.

Lu Jingchen rolled off her, or rather, to say he never exerted his full weight on her from the beginning, as his feet were always planted on the ground.

Stroking her chin with his fingers, the man spoke in a voice made slightly hoarse from the previous kiss, "Qiaoqiao, stop challenging me; I have plenty of ways to deal with you."