The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief
Chapter 174 - 95: He looked at himself, yet it seemed like he was looking at someone else.

Chapter 174: Chapter 95: He looked at himself, yet it seemed like he was looking at someone else.

Song Qiao widened her eyes, attempting to struggle, but the man directly seized her waist, restricting her movements.

Song Qiao’s hands tightly clutched the man’s shirt, instinctively wanting to bite his tongue, but he dodged her attempt.

Her fear intensified; the area of Lu Jingchen’s body that hinted readiness was all too evident to her. It made her heart tighten as she desperately tried to avoid his kiss, but there was no escape. She felt sure that this man might strip her naked and take her in the next moment.

She wasn’t an innocent girl who knew nothing, yet this was her first experience of such a forceful claim, as if, since last night when he had kissed her, there was an illusion that he wanted to devour her, causing her to feel increasingly terrified.

Since their intimate contact last night, the man had become extremely keen and skilled at kissing her.

Lu Jingchen’s breathing grew heavier, his kisses deeper and more ferocious, his dark eyes reflecting her face.

But whether it was Song Qiao’s misconception or not, looking into his deep, unfathomable dark eyes, she felt as though he was looking at her but seeing someone else.

Perhaps his technique was too good, Song Qiao was unknowingly falling, her vision gradually becoming hazy. She looked at his ever gentle and handsome face, now every breath every nerve was enveloped by a strong masculine scent unique to men.

Song Qiao suddenly felt very aggrieved, even to the point of wanting to cry.

She had only had one boyfriend in her life, and was unexpectedly cheated on by her ex-boyfriend, leaving her disheartened. She was then provoked by Song Xi’s words, impulsively declaring she would marry any man off the street.

She had thought this man always appeared genteel before her. Maybe because she hadn’t known him for long and didn’t know him well, she had never expected this man to treat her this way.

When everything calmed down, an ambiguous scent lingered in the bedroom. Lu Jingchen rolled off Song Qiao and lay beside her, his deep eyes filled with satisfaction.

Song Qiao lay sprawled on the bed, covered in deep and shallow kiss marks and pinch marks, looking horrendously shocking. Now, she didn’t even want to move, feeling as if her entire body had been reassembled, particularly her lower body which was severely painful.

The man’s heavy breathing gradually subsided. He turned his head to look at the girl beside him, her head buried in the pillow, eyes closed, and tenderly kissed her face, softly saying, "Sorry, I lost control just now, shall I take you to take a bath first?"

Song Qiao lacked the strength even to lift her arms, she hummed twice and nodded in agreement.

When Lu Jingchen came out after the shower, he saw the woman’s face resting against the pillow, eyes closed in sleep, bathed in a dim yellow light that was peacefully serene.

Perhaps she was extremely tired, with her delicate eyelashes over her tightly closed eyes, not wanting to move at all, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Just now, he had felt so comfortable he nearly wished to die on top of Song Qiao. Maybe it was because he had been drinking, or maybe because his mood wasn’t good tonight, Lu Jingchen didn’t consider it was her first time, and after taking her once, he began to forcefully claim her again.

Lifting the duvet, he crawled in. Song Qiao had been cleaned by him and changed into a nightgown. When he bathed her, he had seen the girl shuddering in pain, and the deep and shallow marks on her body, filled with immense regret.

He extended his arm, pulling the girl tightly into his embrace, dropped a kiss on her cheek, and spoke in a low apology, "Qiaoqiao, I’m sorry, I won’t let you hurt like this next time, I’ll make sure you are comfortable!"

The girl was already too tired to move, letting him pull her into his embrace. She symbolically burrowed into his chest, humming twice as if resisting, her hand grabbing his robe.

Lu Jingchen looked at the girl in his arms, resembling a kitten, and his mood, which had been somewhat sour, instantly cleared up, laughter spilling from his throat as he hugged her tiny frame tighter and closed his eyes.

...

The next day, Song Qiao was awakened by an abnormal sensation on her body, slightly shifting, she felt pain all over.

Barely opening her eyes, she saw the chandelier overhead, the curtains were drawn up, making the entire bedroom very bright.

Lying in bed, wanting to get up but unable to, she closed her eyes again, her mind a mess, but one thought was very clear.

Raising her hand to her forehead, her delicate little face had regained some color, but there was no expression on it until a moment later, when a sarcastic smile slowly formed.

All her mind was filled with were the memories of last night, including the man’s deep eyes staring intently at her, and his low voice speaking to her.

’Qiaoqiao, stay with me... I need you, stay with me...’

But for some reason, listening to the man’s words and seeing those eyes reflecting her figure, she felt that his words were not meant for her, and she distinctly felt... Lu Jingchen was not in a good mood last night.

Was it because of... Zuo Yuqing?

Ha!

Song Qiao lay in bed for more than ten minutes before she finally threw off the covers and sat up. The spot beside her had long lost its warmth by the time she woke up, indicating that the man had already gotten up.

She shifted slightly, only to feel sore all over, and couldn’t help but inhale sharply, frowning slightly and clenching her teeth before she moved to the edge of the bed and stepped directly onto the floor barefoot.

In those ten minutes, she had thought a lot, including her marriage with Lu Jingchen, their relationship, and also... the fifty thousand yuan Lu Jingchen had provided for her grandfather’s surgery.

She was well aware that the fifty thousand, to put it nicely, was given to help her, or less kindly, it was the money to buy her.

For her grandfather’s fifty thousand, she had sold herself to Lu Jingchen, so everything last night she really had no reason to feel aggrieved.

Lu Jingchen walked into the room just as he saw Song Qiao frowning and walking barefoot on the floor, looking down as if searching for something!

The man’s face turned cold, his voice a bit grim, "Song Qiao, what are you doing?"

Song Qiao was startled by the sudden sound, her heart almost leaped out of her chest, and as she turned around, she saw the man with a somber face approaching her. She opened her mouth to say something, but his tall, straight figure had already reached her, and without a word, he scooped her up horizontally and the next second, threw her amid the bedding on the bed.

At her ear, the man’s voice carried a bit of reproach, "Song Qiao, how many times have I told you, you think it’s good for your body to walk barefoot on the floor?"

Already feeling uncomfortable, the throw by the man made Song Qiao inhale sharply again, her entire little face couldn’t help but scrunch up.

The feeling of grievance surged inside her, causing Song Qiao to sprawl on the bed, turning her head to glare at the man behind her, her eyes slightly red and her tone somewhat aggrieved, "Lu Jingchen, what are you doing, wasn’t last night enough torment for me? Do you wish me ill?"

This man took advantage of his drunkenness to bully her last night, and now he was treating her this way. She was already feeling very uncomfortable physically, and his throw felt like her body was about to fall apart.

Who says this man is gentle and cultivated?

He’s just terrible, really hateable!

Lu Jingchen also noticed something off about Song Qiao, giving a start before remembering that last night he had indeed tormented this young woman terribly, she must be feeling discomfort. Just now, seeing Song Qiao walking barefoot had made him lose control.

Feeling somewhat remorseful, he stepped forward and directly lifted her up, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from her forehead, his voice awkward but warm, "Sorry, I apologize to you. Are you hurt down there? I went out to buy some medicine just now, let me apply it for you, okay?"

Last night he really hadn’t been able to control himself, tormenting Song Qiao severely. He was certain she was hurt. The more he thought about it, the more he was upset, but still not regretful.

After all, Song Qiao’s taste was irresistible, something no man could control.

Hearing Lu Jingchen’s words, Song Qiao, still somewhat aggrieved, suddenly blushed, pushed him away and directly refused, "No need for your help, I can do it myself!"

That area... how could she let him do it?