The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief
Chapter 190 - 107: I Just Dislike My Belongings Being Touched by Other Men

Chapter 190: Chapter 107: I Just Dislike My Belongings Being Touched by Other Men

The passionate kiss almost rendered Song Qiao defenseless, even adding a hint of sensuality to her voice. She placed her hands on the man’s chest, attempting to push him away forcefully, yet the moment she reached out, he caught her wrists and pinned them above her head, immobilizing her completely.

It was probably not the first time she was being kissed in such a plunderous way. After struggling a few times without success, Song Qiao stood still, letting the man rampage in her mouth as he pleased.

She didn’t resist, but she also didn’t respond.

It was unclear what aspect had left Lu Jingchen unsatisfied. In the next moment, he firmly grasped her chin, coercing her to open her mouth even more, and then his fiery tongue became even more domineering and rough as it plundered her mouth, almost reaching down her throat.

The lengthy kiss finally ended, leaving Song Qiao gasping for breath, with her eyes turning misty and lost in a vague allure, struggling for air, lacking even the strength to glare at the man.

Fortunately, there weren’t many people in the garden at that time, otherwise, given their heated intimacy, they might have drawn a crowd.

Lu Jingchen brushed away the hair on her face, maintaining only a finger’s distance between them, their closeness intimate. Gazing at her lips now flushed with redness, he couldn’t help but tease her intermittently in a style that appeared to be very gentlemanly, yet carried a trace of dominance. His voice, husky and hoarse from the kiss, seductively stated, "Qiaoqiao, you and that man are history. Don’t you dare think about him."

Song Qiao quietly looked at the handsome face before her, not turning away to dodge, because she knew that if this man wanted to, she couldn’t escape his gaze no matter what. After a long pause, she responded with a slightly hoarse voice, "Are you jealous?"

The man’s hand encircled her waist, trapping her, while his other hand, which initially grasped hers, released her only to lazily twirl her long hair, his tone nonchalantly probing, "I simply don’t like other men touching what belongs to me. Do you understand? Qiaoqiao, do you?"

Hearing his words, Song Qiao was rooted to the spot, her face forming a faint smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

Of course, she understood what he meant. How could she possibly not?

The atmosphere between the two subtly changed, though it wasn’t overtly noticeable, permeated by a strong masculine scent that was both familiar and slightly alien.

Song Qiao withdrew her hair from the man’s hand, her tone still gentle but cool, "I understand. I’ll be mindful in the future. While I’m Mrs. Lu, I will have no entanglements with other men. You can be assured of that."

Lu Jingchen’s gaze lowered to the woman ensnared in his embrace. His deep eyes seemed to probe her, as if trying to discern any underlying emotions, but ultimately failed. Perhaps, he and she were alike, both skilled at hiding their true feelings.

It seemed, the reason he had agreed to marry Song Qiao in the first place included a bit of this.

Only... the other reasons were so deliberate that they gradually overshadowed this one.

Standing upright, the man took a step back, increasing the distance between them, and the overwhelming masculine presence that had enveloped Song Qiao began to dissipate.

Lu Jingchen slightly squinted, his statement lukewarm, "Let’s go have dinner now."

Having said that, without waiting for Song Qiao, he immediately turned and headed towards the parking lot not far away.

Song Qiao stood frozen for a dozen seconds, watching the man’s retreating figure that had moved quite a distance away. She hesitated for a moment but eventually followed him.

She was inexplicably angry, inexplicably kissed by force, and completely clueless about this sudden wrath from the man.

Was it because of Gu Linyuan? But then, she had heard the conversation between herself and Gu Linyuan, and he had also personally told Gu Linyuan about her so-called ’past, and there are no ifs in this world.’

If he already knew, why did he still inexplicably direct such anger at her and kiss her forcefully?

It was simply torture.

Song Qiao couldn’t comprehend Lu Jingchen, and indeed, she had never understood any of his emotions at all, ever.

All of a sudden, she felt lost, unsure how much longer she could be with this man.

How much longer could this marriage last?

The one thing she could be sure of was that Lu Jingchen was not her match for life, nor was she his.

Maybe in a year, or two... or perhaps even within six months, their marriage would come to an end.

However, later on, when Song Qiao reminisced about everything that happened in the hospital garden today, even recalling these very words, she couldn’t help but feel heartache.

And by that time, this man had already deeply embedded himself in her heart. She once had high hopes that they were each other’s perfect match, only to realize that it was all just her foolish wishful thinking.

...

When Song Qiao woke up the next day, Lu Jingchen was still asleep.

She groggily reached for the mobile phone on her bedside table and checked the time—it was exactly 7:30 am.

Since her company’s start time was at 9:00 am, her biological clock naturally set itself to wake up at 7:30 am.

Yesterday, she and Lu Jingchen took Shinian to have lunch, then they headed straight back home, where the furniture they had bought was also delivered and arranged.

As for all these refreshing changes, Lu Jingchen was clearly in a good mood and insisted on taking her to the second-floor playroom to watch a movie.

This villa had two floors; the first floor, aside from the living room, kitchen, and bathrooms, also included several guest rooms, a gym, and a recreation room.

The second floor housed the master bedroom, study room, two side bedrooms, a home theater, and what remained was an exceedingly spacious balcony for growing flowers and relaxing.

While watching a Western movie with Lu Jingchen, unconsciously she had been stripped naked and thoroughly devoured right there in the cinema, which Song Qiao found somewhat indescribable.

What’s more, after finishing up in the playroom, Lu Jingchen made her cook, and he found an excuse to stay in the kitchen to ’help’ her—basically just watching her cook and then again stripping her down for another round right there in the kitchen.

For the first time, Song Qiao thought Lu Jingchen must have drunk some aphrodisiac liquor; otherwise, how could his first time be that fierce?

As for the second time, she believed Lu Jingchen must have been on drugs to perform so tremendously.

But by last night, Song Qiao genuinely felt that this man, Lu Jingchen, was simply... a beast.

She placed the mobile phone back on the bedside table, closed her eyes briefly, and when she opened them again, the bedroom’s blackout curtains were drawn, faintly conveying that it was already bright outside, and the wall lamp next to the bed—which she vaguely remembered being on when she fell asleep—somehow was turned off.

From waking up to lying in bed, it took her less than five minutes to decide to get up and leave the covers.

However, as soon as she stirred slightly and was about to rise completely, the large hand that had been over her waist all night tightened its grip, pressing down the body that was about to get up and pulling her straight into his arms.

Song Qiao directly collided with the man’s chest, her head throbbing from the impact.

The man hadn’t opened his eyes yet, his voice was hoarse with a drowsy haziness, "Stay with me and sleep a little longer."

"You sleep on your own, I’m getting up," she replied.

Lu Jingchen still hadn’t opened his eyes, his hand firmly imprisoning Song Qiao’s waist while the other hand placed on the back of her head pushed her face into his chest, still with the same insistence as before, "It’s still early, stay with me a bit longer. Otherwise, either you continue to sleep with me, or we’ll do it again, you choose, hmm?"

His tone was full of dangerous implications, as if Song Qiao would really provoke him to do it again if she tried to get up.

She didn’t know how long she had been tormented by this man last night, but Song Qiao could clearly remember being driven to exhaustion and even fainting, and yet he didn’t stop, making her drift off in and out of consciousness and waking her up again amidst the haze.

For a moment, Song Qiao felt irritated and her tone harshened, "I told you I’m getting up, neither sleeping nor doing it. Let go of me."

Finally, Lu Jingchen opened his eyes, those originally profound eyes tinged with a hint of confusion. His voice, still a bit hoarse, said indifferently, "Song Qiao, what’s the rush so early in the morning? Are you trying to make me unhappy?"

Song Qiao was stunned. How had she made him unhappy?

It was this man who caused her trouble this early. Was it wrong for her to want to get up when she couldn’t sleep?

Song Qiao thought that this man had such a bad temper that it was unmatched.

In the dimly lit room, with the curtains fully drawn, one could only make out silhouettes but not the expressions on faces. Biting her teeth, Song Qiao’s tone carried a hint of stubbornness, "I’m awake and can’t go back to sleep, Lu Jingchen, you must be reasonable. I’ve already said I’m not sleeping anymore. Move, I need to get up and wash up."

Lu Jingchen didn’t let her go at once, his eyes quietly staring at the girl in his arms. He reached out and pinched her chin, speaking calmly, "Why are you getting up so early? If you’re planning to make breakfast, there’s no need. We’ll go out to eat later. Now stay and sleep with me a bit more, okay?"

By the end, his tone was relatively gentle, at least not as coldly indifferent as before.