The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief-Chapter 850 - 273: Zuo Yuqing Comes to See Lu Jingchen
Song Qiao’s hand grabbed the man’s shirt. His straightforward and blunt words made her face flush a little. She subconsciously glared at him and said in a somewhat annoyed tone, "Lu Jingchen, it’s almost time for dinner, don’t mess around..."
"Mm, I’ll get this sorted before dinner, and make sure you’re satisfied." The man remained unfazed, even leaning down to kiss her cheek, as he continued to walk steadily upstairs.
This time Song Qiao was truly startled by his sudden burst of passion, her face almost tearful with no tears to shed, "I don’t want anything right now. You can’t force me, and you’ve been exhausting me for days. You should moderate yourself, or you’ll end up spent."
Who knows if the man was on something, but he hadn’t stopped pestering her even for a single night lately, each time as if trying to wear her out completely. Every night he would make her switch to numerous positions before he would be satisfied, leaving her feeling like her back wasn’t hers by the time she woke up.
The man raised his eyebrows slightly, lifted her and walked into the master bedroom, soon pinning her down on the large bed. His deep eyes quietly gazed at her, yet he spoke with a graceful smile, "Relax, even when I’m sixty, I’ll still be able to keep you satisfied."
Song Qiao, "..." Is this the point? That’s not the point, okay?
...
An hour later, Song Qiao lay weakly on the bed, too tired to move her hands, panting to calm the earlier passion as if suddenly drained of all strength.
Lu Jingchen had just come out of the bathroom, noticing the woman lying there with her smooth back exposed, he raised his eyebrows slightly, walked over quickly and leaned down to her face, speaking gently, "Shall I carry you for a wash?"
Song Qiao opened her eyes and glared at him powerlessly, noticing that the man had nothing on, standing boldly in front of her. She lazily grabbed a pillow and threw it at him, though she had little strength, snorting as she turned her head away from him.
Even though they were already intimately familiar, Song Qiao still thought there was a risk of getting sore eyes from overly staring at this temptation of male beauty, it was better not to look.
Lu Jingchen raised his hand to block the pillow thrown by the woman, letting it fall to the carpet without picking it up. He gazed at her slightly sulky face, knowing he might have been a bit excessive earlier. He bent down and wrapped her in the sheet before carrying her to the bathroom.
Realizing he had crossed a line, his heart softened, knowing he was in the wrong. Seeing her struggle, he softly advised, "Be good, don’t move around, you’ll hurt yourself if you fall and I’ll be upset."
Song Qiao paused, then raised her hand to grab his shoulder, speaking with a hint of ferocity, "Then why weren’t you upset when you were exhausting me just now?"
Lu Jingchen paused, showing a hint of awkwardness and unease on his face, until he had carried her into the bathroom, removed the sheet from her, and placed her into the water, he then softly spoke, "You know, once a man gets a taste of indulgence, he can’t stop, and besides, you tempt me in such ways that make me unable to resist."
Song Qiao felt the warm water around her, her face reflecting the steam as she looked at him, softly saying, "If I were truly a temptress, I’d be a fox spirit, entrancing you so you wouldn’t even notice other women."
Lu Jingchen took some essential oil and poured it into the water, heard her words and raised his eyebrows, finally speaking with a thoughtful tone, "Then you should keep trying, perhaps you’ll enchant me enough to make me a foolish king." With that, he thoughtfully assessed her figure.
Seeing the once perfectly fair complexion now covered with marks he had made, made him feel captivated once more.
Song Qiao, "..." Did I just shoot myself in the foot?
After bathing and dressing, it was already half past seven, and Song Qiao’s stomach was rumbling loudly, making her eager to dive into dinner.
Lu Jingchen changed into a couple’s home outfit that matched Song Qiao’s, and they went downstairs hand in hand, only to find an unexpected guest.
Suddenly, they both halted, Song Qiao’s brows furrowed instantly, showing a trace of displeasure.
Lu Jingchen just paused slightly before continuing to hold Song Qiao’s hand as they proceeded downstairs.
Zuo Yuqing was sitting on the sofa in the living room, her hands intertwined, looking somewhat anxious and nervous, as if sensing their arrival she turned her head, seeing the couple appear hand in hand, she immediately stood up, her gaze resting on the man before hesitantly speaking, "You came down, sorry for the sudden interruption."
Aunt Chen emerged from the kitchen, seeing Lu Jingchen and Song Qiao, she wiped her hands, saying, "Sir, Madam, you’re down, I’ll serve the dishes now."
Lu Jingchen maintained an indifferent expression, acknowledged softly, then looked at Zuo Yuqing and asked, "Anything you need?"
Zuo Yuqing glanced at Song Qiao, then fixed her gaze on Lu Jingchen, biting her lip slightly before speaking, "Could I talk to you alone?"
The man furrowed his brow and asked, "Is it urgent?"
Zuo Yuqing stayed silent for over ten seconds before she responded with a hum.
Lu Jingchen pondered briefly, then turned to Song Qiao and gently said, "Go ahead and have dinner, I’ll chat with her and come over shortly."
Because of Zuo Yuqing’s appearance, Song Qiao felt quite upset at this moment. As for the reason, she was obviously jealous.
Imagine any woman’s romantic rival suddenly showing up to talk alone with her husband, and it seems he’s willing. Who wouldn’t be upset?
She couldn’t guarantee others’ feelings, but she was definitely upset now.
Jeez, she really wanted to say no.
But Song Qiao knew she couldn’t act willfully at this time. Since Lu Jingchen had already made up his mind, she couldn’t argue back, upsetting this man would be no good for anyone.
But she couldn’t hide a trace of displeasure on her face, and without another glance at the man beside her, she turned and headed to the kitchen, leaving behind an extremely haughty figure.
Watching Song Qiao’s retreating figure, Lu Jingchen sighed slightly, knowing she must be feeling a bit emotional. However, Zuo Yuqing’s matter was not simple, and he couldn’t just ignore it. At worst, he thought, he could just soothe Song Qiao on the bed later tonight.
Lu Jingchen directly took Zuo Yuqing to the study room, clearly indicating that there was something important to discuss.
Sitting at the dining table, Song Qiao looked at the dishes Aunt Chen served. They were mostly her favorites, although there were some she used to dislike, like bitter melon and fish. But since marrying Lu Jingchen, the dishes he liked became hers too.
Despite her hunger, looking at the food in front of her, she suddenly lost her appetite.
"Ma’am, shall I serve you a bowl of soup?" Aunt Chen seemed to notice Song Qiao’s subtle mood and approached cautiously.
Song Qiao snapped back, blinked, forced a smile, and nodded, "Thank you, Aunt Chen."
Aunt Chen ladled a bowl of soup, placed it near Song Qiao’s hand, intending to say something else but seeing Song Qiao’s low spirits realized that saying more wouldn’t help, so she commented, "Then, ma’am, please enjoy your dinner. I’ll be outside, call me if you need anything."
"Alright."
Once Aunt Chen left, the dining room felt instantly emptier with only Song Qiao left. The table was set with four dishes and a soup, a typical setup for just the two of them. The soup was delicious, but as she drank, it felt as tasteless as wax and even a bit nauseating.
Frowning slightly, she forced down the urge to vomit, looking at the soup in the bowl made the sensation worse, leading her to put it down and rush to the restroom. Holding the toilet, she retched violently, but since she hadn’t eaten much, she ended up throwing up bile, feeling better only after a while.
After washing her hands and face, she leisurely exited the restroom. Standing in the dining room, something suddenly seemed to strike Song Qiao, snapping a thread in her mind. She glanced down at her flat stomach, shaking her head quickly as if dismissing an impossibility.
How could she be pregnant? They had always taken precautions.
Forcing herself to eat two bowls of rice over about ten minutes, but even after finishing, Lu Jingchen hadn’t come down yet. Brows furrowing slightly, Song Qiao looked towards the second floor, feeling even more irked.
In An City, the summer sky darkened late, only around eight o’clock did it start to get dim. It wasn’t even eight yet, the outside was still bright with a view of the evening glow.
Informing Aunt Chen, she changed her shoes and walked out of the villa, intending to stroll around to digest.
However, as soon as she stepped out, footsteps sounded behind, followed by Zuo Yuqing’s voice, "Song Qiao, wait a minute."
Song Qiao stopped abruptly, turned around to look at her, frowning slightly, "What’s up?"
