The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief
Chapter 191 - 108: Lu Jingchen, I Don’t Want to be With You Anymore

Chapter 191: Chapter 108: Lu Jingchen, I Don’t Want to be With You Anymore

"I said I don’t want to sleep anymore, Lu Jingchen what do you want exactly? Let go, I want to get up, if you want to sleep then sleep by yourself." Song Qiao said coldly, lifting her hand to forcibly pry open his large hand across her waist, about to directly get up.

Sometimes she feels inexplicably in a bad mood and wants to lash out for no apparent reason, and Lu Jingchen feels that is exactly how Song Qiao is feeling right now.

The man, already a bit grumpy from waking up, was suddenly woken up and was not in a good mood to begin with; now having to watch the woman beside him making a fuss, Lu Jingchen’s mood worsened even more, his expression darkened, and before Song Qiao could react, he flipped over and pressed the woman who was about to get up directly under him, instantly creating a male-dominant position.

Holding her delicate and exquisite chin, Lu Jingchen’s tone carried a bit of suppression, very low and deep in this early morning yet very clear, "Qiaoqiao, what exactly do you want to do?"

Last night she didn’t sleep much, and neither did he; these days the two of them seemed to go to bed and rise at the same time, but he always had a hard time falling asleep, technically she fell asleep before he did.

Now being tormented like this, the man who was initially a bit drowsy was now completely devoid of sleepiness, his deep eyes looking like shattered ice, staring directly at the woman beneath him, especially not missing any minute expression on that exquisite face.

Having her chin gripped was somewhat uncomfortable, plus her entire body being pressed down by the man, even her hands were pinned above her head, she felt like fish on a chopping board, ready to be butchered.

Song Qiao didn’t struggle any longer, as if she had given up, her whole demeanor gradually became silent, she fixedly gazed at the handsome face in front of her, her voice somewhat hoarse, "Lu Jingchen, I also want to ask you, what exactly do you want to do."

It would have been so good if the two of them could respect each other as guests; this marriage was not put together out of love to begin with, everyone minding their own business, living their own lives, only occasionally she would be his Mrs. Lu, and he would be the ’partner’ she used to fend off Song Xi and the others.

She’s not sure whether it’s her illusion, but she always felt like she’s in a place that doesn’t belong to her.

Just like... a substitute.

Probably because of the existence of... Zuo Yuqing...

"What do I want to do?" Lu Jingchen’s face wore a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, he lowered his gaze to look at her face which didn’t know if it was maintained too well or was naturally like that, with an extremely good complexion, slowly bowed down directly close to her lips, wanting to kiss that slightly colorful, very tempting lip, his voice like a whisper, "Is it because I wasn’t vigorous enough last night that you have so much energy to toss and turn with me?"

Song Qiao’s eyes rapidly flashed with shock, quickly turned her face away, and that kiss landed on her cheek.

The woman’s voice was low, carrying a hint of resistance all over her, "Lu Jingchen, when you see me, do you only think about wanting to have sex with me?"

"I’m not Menelaus." He chuckled, although his entire being exuded a noble and cultured temperament, there was a hint of coldness in his bones, his tone seemed to wrap around a hint of ambiguity, "Don’t say that your taste is not bad, sometimes it feels quite normal to die on you."

Even though the words were a bit risque, there was an inexplicable sense of threat, even... grinding of teeth.

However, Song Qiao didn’t pick up on that emotion, just as soon as she heard his words, her face instantly turned red, her eyes full of already shattered irritation, her hands that were pinned tried hard to break free from his restraint, and even her body that was pressed down could no longer remain calm, "Lu Jingchen... you... you are a rascal."

"I can be even more rascal." The man didn’t care about her shame and anger, Lu Jingchen still stared at her, his somewhat chilly lips directly kissing her face, chin area, forcefully turned her face over, and before she could react, directly fed his hot tongue into her mouth.

The woman who was somewhat annoyed, suddenly had eyes full of panic and confusion, the words coming to her mouth were utterly broken, "Lu... Lu Jingchen..."

Lu Jingchen directly pressed her into the bedding, his hand that was originally holding her chin now gripped her nape, regardless of her resistance and shoving, he kissed her deeply.

This man was always very energetic every morning, now stimulated by those words, it really made him feel it would be a pity not to eat.

Not sure whether this woman’s feeling was too wonderful, or he has abstained too long, just a touch felt like encountering poppy, simply unable to stop.

...

After a round of passion, it was already an hour later.

Song Qiao was forced to lie on the man’s body, her entire body limp and very uncomfortable.

Her breathing gradually steadied, and she slightly lifted her eyelids to look at the man whose breath was slowly calming down. Involuntarily, her previously slightly reddened eyes gradually filled with glistening tears.

The tears in that instant turned into beads that had lost their string, continuously falling, sliding down her cheeks, over her chin, and then rolling off directly onto the man’s bare chest.

In fact, she didn’t know why she was crying, just that her nose suddenly felt sour.

During this period, her life wasn’t particularly good or bad, yet she felt as if her emotions were controlled by this man.

Just like now, she was once again tormented, her mind still in a mushy state, even slightly dazed, but looking at that incredibly handsome face, the tears simply uncontrollably rolled down.

Lu Jingchen probably didn’t expect Song Qiao to cry, and seeing the tears falling with such an overwhelming momentum, he was stunned for a moment. Then he reached out, cupped her cheeks, lifted her face to look directly at him, and watched her cry for a while before he seemed to adapt, slowly propping himself up and beginning to wipe her tears with his hand.

The man’s voice was somewhat hoarse and annoyed, yet still gentle, "Why are you crying? Does it hurt somewhere?"

Song Qiao didn’t speak, continuing to silently cry, while the man’s slightly calloused large hand wiped her tears, bringing a slightly prickly sensation. However, the speed of his wiping was far slower than the speed of the falling tears.

Lu Jingchen had already sat up, the silk quilt slipping off both of their bodies, leaving a slightly sticky feeling between them. Seeing the tears that seemed endless, the roughness in his fingers’ movements increased slightly, his voice turning strict, "Enough, Song Qiao, if you dare to cry again, we’ll continue."

Song Qiao felt uncomfortable, simply lacking the energy to deal with him, and pushed him away with her hand, "Get away, don’t touch me."

"Try being stubborn again," Lu Jingchen’s face darkened slightly, but seeing the girl’s tears, he pursed his lips and with one hand gripped her waist, pinning her down, his voice hoarsely sexy, "I told you to stop crying. If you cry again, I will kiss you, and I can’t guarantee I won’t do anything more."

Song Qiao was stunned, her face still showing surprise, but her tears stopped falling, and she gasped slightly, "Lu Jingchen, I regret marrying you. Let’s get a divorce now, I don’t want to be with you anymore."

The man’s expression froze, his posture unchanged, but the hand on her waist tightened, he chuckled coldly, his tone neither warm nor fiery, "But I don’t want to divorce you now."

Song Qiao bit her lip, her breathing became more rapid, her eyes misty as she looked at him, looking incredibly pitiful, her lips moved but she said nothing.

Lu Jingchen watched her for a long while, then lifted the quilt but didn’t set her down, instead directly picking her up, his tone softening slightly, "I’ll carry you to take a bath."

...

Because Lu Jingchen had tormented her again this morning, Song Qiao arrived at the company two whole hours late, but only then did she find out that someone had requested a two-hour leave for her that morning.

Song Qiao thought about it, it probably could only have been Lu Jingchen.

Wearing a high-necked knitted sweater to cover those densely packed kiss marks, Song Qiao walked into the office with a somewhat poor complexion, people greeted her and she just responded indifferently, clearly in a low mood.

"Qiaoqiao, what’s wrong with you?" No sooner had she sat down than Lu An’an slid her chair over next to her, her tone carrying a bit of concern.

Song Qiao set down her handbag, her complexion somewhat pale as she shook her head with a weak smile, "I’m fine."

Lu An’an’s eyes narrowed upon seeing a kiss mark that had accidentally been exposed by the high-necked sweater, but she seemed to understand, and out of nowhere she produced a sandwich and a cup of coffee and placed them on her desk, her face displaying a beautiful smile, gently saying, "I wanted to invite you for breakfast this morning, but only found out you had taken two hours off when I arrived at the office. Here, I just reheated it for you, eat it while it’s warm."

Song Qiao hesitated, but did not refuse, turning back to smile gratefully at Lu An’an, "Thank you, An’an."

Just earlier, she and Lu Jingchen had had an unpleasant altercation, so even when he took her out for breakfast, she hardly ate anything, just a symbolic few bites.

She hadn’t eaten much since last night, and was feeling somewhat unwell.

"Do I still need to say thank you?" Lu An’an rolled her eyes at her, then added, "By the way, those three newcomers you brought have already arrived at the company early. They came to the office looking for you but didn’t find you, they should be waiting for you in the rehearsal room on the eighth floor now."