CHAPTER 649: CHAPTER 137: ACTUALLY, IF THE TWO OF US SEPARATE NOW, IT WOULD BE A BIT BETTER.

It seemed that something had crossed her mind, but she didn’t free her chin from his grasp, even though his grip was quite strong and somewhat painful. A faint smile remained on her face as she spoke, "My relationship with Gu Linyuan has always been innocent. If you must be concerned, it’s simply about the fact that he and I were once together. Tell me, during the time we’ve been married, when have I ever met him privately? Even his visit to the hospital today was because he heard I was injured and came to see me."

She paused, then continued with a hint of impatience in her voice, "Whether you believe it or not is up to you. I have no intention of explaining any further. Lu Jingchen, perhaps it would be better for both of us if we separated now... Mm!"

Lu Jingchen watched her, sneered coldly, and just as she was still processing, he firmly clasped her chin and grabbed her arm, pressing his thin lips down fiercely onto hers.

Song Qiao’s eyes suddenly widened in shock.

As Song Qiao opened her eyes and saw the handsome face so close to her, and met his deep, mesmerizing eyes, she abruptly came to her senses. Those deep eyes that always seemed so captivating were now cold and indifferent, void of any desire or emotion.

A chill went through Song Qiao’s heart, and she instinctively began to struggle, completely out of control.

But the more she struggled, the more it provoked the man’s already burgeoning sense of conquest, as if she were prey before him, his kisses becoming more aggressive.

Song Qiao reached out to push him away, but his hand, which had been holding her arm, now restrained her completely.

As she couldn’t struggle free, rage surged within her, and Song Qiao fiercely bit down on him without hesitation.

Although the man agilely dodged, his lips still sustained a slight bite, causing a prickling pain.

"Heh." Lu Jingchen laughed bitterly in his extreme anger, licking the wound on his lip. A vaguely grim expression crossed his face, making him appear even colder, "Do you enjoy biting people that much?"

During their intimate moments before, sometimes she would bite him if he lost control, whether it was his shoulder or his lips; he lost count of how many times she had bitten him.

Song Qiao looked up at the face that was calm and composed yet carried a hint of a wicked smile, a sense of fear inexplicably rising in her heart. Finally freeing her hand from his restraint, she pushed forcefully against his chest. This time, completely unexpectedly, before her hand could even fully connect with his solid chest, he easily caught her attempt in reverse.

Song Qiao’s wrists were both seized by his large hands, lifting her hands above her head in an instant.

With a predatory gaze, the man looked at the stubborn face before him, feeling something shatter inside him. He couldn’t resist leaning in and giving her a kiss. Unlike his previous ferocity and roughness, this kiss was tender, and he released her almost immediately, pressing his forehead against hers. His deep voice, now husky and laced with vile threat, "Song Qiao, if you dare to bite me again, I wouldn’t mind making love to you here despite your injury."

Song Qiao closed her eyes, feeling a sharp pain in her waist, wondering if she had aggravated her wound. When she opened her eyes, a faint smile was on her face, her breath still ragged from the kiss as she looked up at him, "Lu Jingchen, do you think that the wound on my waist isn’t severe enough, and you want to make it worse? Actually, I would suggest that it would be better if you disabled me."

Lu Jingchen’s gaze shook, his eyes instinctively dropping to her injured waist, then meeting Song Qiao’s face that had slowly paled. His large hand still held her wrists above her head against the wall.

Almost instantaneously calculating the situation, Lu Jingchen let go of her wrists, cursing, "Damn it."

He pressed the call button on the wall and stood off to the side, his handsome face darkening, lips tightly pursed as he stared at her pale face.

Lu Jingchen always considered himself not prone to anger and had always managed to keep his temper in check.

But the woman in front of him had repeatedly challenged his temper, making him wish he could just strangle her each time.

Song Qiao withdrew her gaze from Lu Jingchen, slowly shifted her body, and lay back on the hospital bed, enduring the pain coming from her waist. She tried to deliberately ignore the waves of pain, but in the end, she couldn’t help it and reached out a hand to cover her injured area.

On the white hospital bed, the blood color on Song Qiao’s small face faded even more, turning her complexion even paler.

Seeing her like this, Lu Jingchen’s brows furrowed tightly, his eyes filled with subtle concern and distress. He bent over, raised his large hand and carefully touched her injured waist, rubbing it with just the right amount of pressure, and uttered those three words somewhat awkwardly, "I’m sorry."

Song Qiao was still wearing the hospital gown. Perhaps due to her naturally slim physique, she looked extremely delicate. She did not have a blanket over her, which wasn’t necessary in this weather unless it was nighttime.

Song Qiao pursed her lips tightly, letting her head rest on the pillow, her complexion nearly matching the pillow’s.

In an overly quiet atmosphere, at first, Lu Jingchen’s gaze was on the injured part of Song Qiao; he specifically lifted her clothing to reveal her waist, and noticed that the skin there looked a bit bruised.

Perhaps due to the silence, Lu Jingchen’s gaze then shifted to her face, and he realized that at some point her eyes had reddened, her eyelashes dampened by tears, looking as if she had been wronged greatly.

The man’s thin lips were tightly pressed together. Seeing Song Qiao like this, his heart ached faintly. He sat on the edge of the bed, one hand still rubbing her waist, while the other hand awkwardly lifted to wipe the tears from her face with the pad of his thumb.

"Qiaoqiao." His touch was gentle as he softly called her name, his deep and slightly hoarse voice slowly resonating beside her ear, "I was wrong just now."

Song Qiao didn’t speak. The pain at her waist made it difficult for her to bear, and in fact, she had been close to crying from the pain yesterday but had held back. However, after being bullied by Lu Jingchen today, she felt extremely aggrieved, and on top of that, her previously subsiding waist pain had flared up again due to this man, so she couldn’t help but start crying.

"I shouldn’t have been harsh to you just now." He maintained his position, even though the speed of his wiping couldn’t keep up with her tears, but he continued to gently wipe for her, maintaining the gentle tone from before, and spoke slowly, "It’s just that I saw you smiling and talking with Gu Linyuan, and then compared it to your anger with me, and I felt uncomfortable. I momentarily forgot about your waist injury, and I’m here to apologize."

Song Qiao blinked, with tears still falling like a faucet that couldn’t be turned off, her lips pursed, but she remained silent.

Looking at her tear-streaked, palm-sized little face, Lu Jingchen subtly leaned forward a little, his fingers caressing her cheeks that seemed to have thinned overnight, and he spoke softly, "If you don’t want to see me right now, I won’t appear in front of you for the time being. I’ll come to pick you up and take you home when you’re discharged, okay?"

Song Qiao’s body stiffened as she looked up at Lu Jingchen’s somewhat dejected face, and after a long while, she said, "I don’t mind seeing you, but every time you come, you look so fierce."

She was aware that Zuo Yuqing had also been staying in this hospital, and she was very clear that before Lu Jingchen came to see her yesterday, he had been accompanying Zuo Yuqing. She had to admit that she was starting to have feelings, even falling in love, with the man in front of her.

After arguing with Lu Jingchen yesterday and his departure, she felt very uncomfortable inside. She couldn’t imagine, nor dared to, how tender Lu Jingchen would be when he was with Zuo Yuqing, satisfying her every wish.

This morning, when Chen’s mother came to deliver her breakfast, she brought two portions. At first, Song Qiao thought Chen’s mother had brought it for her own consumption, but then Chen’s mother said it was Lu Jingchen who instructed her to prepare it for Zuo Yuqing.

How could she not let her thoughts run wild?

Hearing Song Qiao’s words, Lu Jingchen’s previously unpleasant expression instantly improved significantly. He lowered his head and gently kissed her face, saying in a low voice, "I’m sorry, Qiaoqiao. I won’t be harsh to you anymore."