CHAPTER 655: CHAPTER 142 LU JINGCHEN, DO YOU REALLY LIKE ME?

The weather in An City was just right, neither cold nor hot, so sleeping under the blanket was quite comfortable. Song Qiao, who had not struggled right away because of the man’s restraint at her side, had drawn a hand out from beneath the blanket to rest on top of it. Moreover, since she hadn’t bathed the previous night because of staying in the hospital, she had taken a bath before going to sleep and put on a more comfortable spaghetti strap nightgown.

At this moment, both her hands were resting on the blanket, and as it slipped down, it immediately revealed shoulders and arms as smooth as jade. She looked at the handsome face in front of her and spoke with innocent accusation, "It’s obviously you who couldn’t control yourself, yet you push all the responsibility onto me. Lu Jingchen, how can you be like this?"

Since she had just woken up and was still not fully rested, she couldn’t help but yawn while covering her mouth slightly, her eyes still somewhat hazy, making her appear all the more enticing to Lu Jingchen.

Unable to resist, Lu Jingchen grasped her chin and leaned in to kiss her again.

Watching that handsome face getting closer, Song Qiao’s expression darkened, and she quickly covered her mouth with her hand, placing her palm between their lips. His breath was damp and warm upon her palm, with a slight cool sensation coming from his lips.

Laughter spilled from Lu Jingchen’s throat, his eyes full of mirth as he kissed her wrist by his lips and spoke in a low voice near her ear, "You’ve slept all day, does your waist still hurt?"

Song Qiao attempted to pull her hand back, but the man held it firmly, sincerely kissing each of her fingers. His profound gaze was full of tenderness, nearly making her lose her composure.

Song Qiao retracted her fingers and averted her gaze awkwardly, her voice slightly hoarse, "It’s mostly better now. You go out first; I need to get dressed."

Whether it was his looks, his temperament, or his charm, Lu Jingchen was enough to make any woman fall for him.

Previously, Song Qiao may not have thought this way, but ever since being tormented so fiercely by him every night, she began to realize that this man was not ordinarily passionate.

To her, the Lu Jingchen of the past may not have been so charming, but now things were different—perhaps because they had spent more time together, she also began to slowly fall for him.

Lu Jingchen curled his lips with amusement in his voice, "Qiaoqiao, are you still shy to this point? Is there any part of you that I haven’t seen or touched, hmm?"

Countless nights had seen them bare their true selves to each other, and what needed to be done had been done countless times. He had seen and touched every part of her body, from every possible angle.

Song Qiao blushed at his words, a flush of shyness mixed with a hint of anger as she called out his name through clenched teeth, "Lu Jingchen, get up."

With that, she reached out to push him away.

This time, the man did not insist on clinging to her and quickly stood up after being pushed.

Looking at Song Qiao’s face, which was now a mixture of bashfulness and indignation, Lu Jingchen’s smile widened. He stood by the bed, tall and straight, his gaze sweeping over Song Qiao whose clothing had now partially slipped off her body. He chuckled, "You look pretty good in that attire. Is it a new nightgown? You should wear this to sleep from now on."

It was a light pink spaghetti strap nightgown, rather stylish, and whether it was due to its design or Song Qiao’s good figure, at this moment, it looked especially tempting.

He’s always been a man of restraint, rarely losing control, but ever since being with Song Qiao, he’d often think of ravishing the petite woman in front of him.

Song Qiao pursed her lips and shot a glare at the man before her, whose thick skin seemed limitless. She didn’t care anymore, flipping the blanket off and standing up to walk out, her tone half joking, "If that’s the case, I don’t mind. I can even dine like this; after all, everything that needs to be covered is covered."

As Song Qiao stood up, Lu Jingchen realized how short the dress was—it was so brief that bending over might reveal the curves of her waistline. His gaze narrowed in a flash of disapproval at the sight of Song Qiao’s back as she headed confidently toward the door.

Before Song Qiao could reach the door, the man, who had quickly followed her, caught her by the waist, and with a slight force of his large hands, she toppled right into his embrace.

Song Qiao’s forehead hit the buttons on the man’s shirt, and the pain made her wince involuntarily with an urge to touch it, but his large hand was already covering hers.

Then, a low, gentle voice came from above, "Look at how careless you are. Did it hurt when you hit yourself?"

It wasn’t the first time Song Qiao had witnessed Lu Jingchen’s gentleness, but even though he was often tender with her, she still felt there was something off that she couldn’t pinpoint.

Without struggling, she allowed herself to be held close, lifting her delicate face to ask, "Lu Jingchen, do you really like me?"

He was momentarily taken aback, his deep eyes fixated on her as he replied softly, "Yes, I do."

Song Qiao immediately showed a radiant smile, tiptoed, and pecked her chin, saying, "I like you too."

Hearing Song Qiao’s words, Lu Jingchen gazed at the delicate little face before him, his eyes deepening in color.

...

When Huayi Media Group announced the cast list for their new film, Song Qiao had already been resting at home for half a month, and the injury around her waist was almost healed.

Qin Zhe and An Ke were fortunate enough to pass the auditions, with Qin Zhe playing the third male lead in the movie. Although he was the third male lead, it was a very important role in that movie, and having read the script, she felt it seemed tailor-made for Qin Zhe.

Meanwhile, An Ke played the younger version of the female lead. Even though it was just a one or two-episode appearance rate, both she and Qin Zhe were quite lucky among the newcomers.

Since it was the weekend, Lu Jingchen was also at home. Song Qiao sat in the bedroom’s chaise lounge, somewhat absent-mindedly staring at the scenery outside for a while before standing up. Just as she was about to go find Lu Jingchen to talk about returning to work on Monday, Chen Ma appeared at the bedroom door.

Song Qiao looked at Chen Ma and smiled, "Chen Ma, do you need something from me?"

"It’s like this, madam, Miss Zuo Yuqing is outside right now, saying she’s here to see the sir. Sir is currently busy in the study and previously instructed us not to disturb him; hence I came over to ask if you’d like to invite Miss Zuo in?"

Song Qiao paused, smiled and said, "Alright, have her wait in the living room for now, I’ll tell Jingchen in a bit."

She didn’t know what matter Zuo Yuqing had with Lu Jingchen, but she no longer wanted to dwell on the issues between Lu Jingchen and Zuo Yuqing.

After all, what’s hers will eventually be hers, and fretting over what isn’t hers is useless.

Just as Song Qiao reached the study door and was about to knock, the door was already opened from inside, revealing a tall and upright figure.

The hand raised to knock paused, then dropped, and she smiled saying, "I was just about to knock. Miss Zuo has come to see you and is waiting in the living room."

Lu Jingchen had a slight frown, yet he stared fixedly at Song Qiao before him without uttering a word.

Song Qiao felt somewhat uncomfortable under Lu Jingchen’s gaze, and touched her face, "What’s the matter? Is there something on my face?"

Although the two had been together for so long, no matter when, if Lu Jingchen stared at her for more than five seconds, she would always feel uneasy all over.

Perhaps it’s because this man’s presence is too overbearing, or perhaps... she felt he could pounce like a beast at any moment.

"Hmm, I know," Lu Jingchen uttered a faint "hmm", then walked out of the study, immediately taking her hand in the next second and speaking, "Let’s go downstairs; I instructed Chen Ma to make the snacks you like, they should be ready to eat soon."

The man’s large hand tightly held her small one, his calloused fingers caressing the palm of her hand, and for a moment, she almost forgot to pull away.

A sense of security she had never felt before emerged in that instant. Lu Jingchen was always like this, assertive in his ways, yet always exuding a deep affection for her, making her unable to resist falling deeper.

...

When they reached the living room, Song Qiao instantly saw Zuo Yuqing sitting on the sofa with a slightly furrowed brow, she turned her head to look at Lu Jingchen next to her, her eyes deepening, yet she remained silent.

Zuo Yuqing had always been sitting in the living room on the sofa, her posture dignified, the whole person appearing very graceful and poised.

Perhaps hearing the noise, she turned her head to see Lu Jingchen and Song Qiao walking over hand in hand. Upon seeing their joined hands, her expression stiffened, then after a few seconds, she forced a smile and looked at Lu Jingchen, speaking faintly, "I came today to discuss some matters with you, I hope I haven’t disturbed you both?"

Lu Jingchen glanced at Zuo Yuqing and took Song Qiao to sit down on another sofa, his deep voice very pleasant to the ear, "What’s the matter you needed to see me for?"

Song Qiao didn’t originally want to sit together with them, as just the sight of Zuo Yuqing inexplicably made her feel suffocated. She would rather go eat in the dining room, but Lu Jingchen never gave her a chance to resist, dominantly and assertively leading her to the sofa.