CHAPTER 677: CHAPTER 160 LU JINGCHEN LET GO OF ME

Song Qiao directly sidestepped and walked out from beside Ning Yan’er, even choosing to head in the opposite direction as she saw Lu Jingchen coming straight towards her, swiftly making her way to the door with a feeling of fleeing in panic.

Lu Jingchen paused, watching Song Qiao’s fleeing back, his expression darkened. Without thinking too much, he directly chased after her.

Zuo Yuqing watched Lu Jingchen’s receding figure, biting her lips and gave a self-deprecating smile without following him. Her gaze then turned to Ning Yan’er at the doorway of the reception room, but her expression changed in the next second, and she screamed out loud, "Yan’er."

At this moment, Ning Yan’er only felt her mind go blank instantly, her legs softened and she directly collapsed towards the ground. All she could hear was Zuo Yuqing’s panicked scream, and just as she was about to hit the ground, someone caught her in their arms.

Xi Mohan immediately caught Ning Yan’er, kneeling on one knee on the ground, looking at her closed eyes, a hint of understanding panic emerged in his heart, calling her name anxiously, "Yan’er..."

...

Song Qiao ran out of the Xi Group’s main entrance, despite wearing high heels which slowed her down, the man with longer legs quickly caught up from behind, grabbing her arm from behind and pulling her forcefully into a strong embrace, where all she could smell was that familiar and intense masculine scent.

She paused for a moment, then immediately reached out to push him away, her expression not very pleasant, stubbornly saying, "Lu Jingchen, you bastard, let me go..."

But the man was unmoved, his large hands holding her tightly in his embrace, even pressing one hand against the back of her head, his deep voice carrying a hint of sexiness, "Qiaoqiao, don’t move, let me hold you for a while."

Song Qiao struggled hard, even kicking out with her legs, angrily said, "Let me go, stop holding me... Lu Jingchen, if you don’t let go I will call for help..."

The man’s eyebrows raised slightly, his gaze lowered to the woman in his arms who now had a little red face from anger, he chuckled softly and said, "Hmm? Call for help? How is it wrong for me to hold my wife? How do you want to shout?"

"Lu Jingchen, you..." Song Qiao couldn’t struggle free, the man was holding her tight, although the force wasn’t great and it wasn’t hurting her, it still prevented her from escaping. Thinking of how he was walking alongside Zuo Yuqing just now, the two seemed perfectly matched as a beautiful couple, seemingly chatting and laughing, which made her feel instantly furious, she jealously said, "Lu Jingchen, you’re holding me, aren’t you afraid that Zuo Yuqing will see? Let me go, go hold your Zuo Yuqing..."

She always thought that she was not the jealous type, she had always been clear about her relationship with Lu Jingchen and dared not hope for too much, but seeing him with Zuo Yuqing together, she found the sight too irritating and wished she could go up and separate them.

Reason told her that wasn’t something she could do, and it reminded her constantly of the fact she had forgotten.

Her marriage with Lu Jingchen wasn’t based on love... it was a contractual marriage, both had their own agendas for being together.

"Are you jealous?" It wasn’t a question, but a statement. Lu Jingchen looked down at Song Qiao in his arms, a slow smile curving his lips, making him look even more handsome and approachable.

Song Qiao was startled, then immediately denied with furrowed brows, "No."

"Not jealous?" The man chuckled softly, pinched her chin, and kissed the corner of her mouth twice, clearly not believing her words.

Song Qiao stiffened, well aware that they were outside the Xi Group, not far from a street full of people. The man carelessly kissing her in such a setting made her face turn unnaturally red from discomfort and shyness, she turned her head to dodge, and exclaimed, "Lu Jingchen, what are you doing, we are outside..."

The man paused, not really kissing her immediately, but also not letting go of her chin, he smiled and said, "Are you shy? Does it mean it’s okay to kiss when we get home?"

Song Qiao, "..."

"Then let’s go, we’re heading home now." Without waiting for Song Qiao’s answer, seemingly not caring about her response, he suddenly bent down and picked her up horizontally.

Caught completely off guard, Song Qiao was so frightened that she almost screamed, her hands reflexively wrapping around his neck, and as soon as she recovered her senses she immediately began to struggle, glaring at the man in front of her and biting her words, "Lu Jingchen, what are you doing? Put me down."

Perhaps too sensitive, sensing the constant stares from people around, she wished she could just bury her head in his chest.

In public, this man simply doesn’t care, acting on his whims.

Doesn’t he know that public displays of affection are the easiest way to attract hatred in today’s society?

Lu Jingchen looked at Song Qiao with gentle eyes, patted her butt, and warned her, "Don’t move, or you might fall and it won’t be my fault then."

"..."

Lu Jingchen did not drive himself, but had his driver bring him. When the driver saw Lu Jingchen carrying Song Qiao over, he was slightly stunned for a moment before getting out of the car and opening the rear door with respectful greeting, "Sir, Madam."

Lu Jingchen hummed faintly, directly stuffed Song Qiao into the car, and then sat in as well, giving a faint order, "Go back to the villa."

"Yes, Sir."

The car door closed, and as Song Qiao settled and realized what was happening, she immediately tried to exit from the other side. However, someone reacted faster than her, grabbed her hand swiftly, and pulled her into his embrace right as the car door opened, then told the driver who just got into the car, "Lock the doors."

The driver complied immediately.

Song Qiao was frantic, having no intention of going back with him, and forcefully shook off his grip, glowering at him, "Lu Jingchen, I don’t want to go back yet. Open the door, I want to get out."

However, the man just glanced at her faintly, then suddenly hugged her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder, putting almost his entire upper body’s weight on her.

Song Qiao almost lost her balance and nearly fell to the side. She barely stabilized herself, was about to push the man lying on her, when she heard his voice, laden with a hint of weariness, making her hand stop mid-air.

"Qiaoqiao, don’t move, I’m very tired, let me sleep a while."

She tightly pursed her lips, turned her head, and looked at the man resting on her shoulder, only to be completely stunned at once, her gaze fixated on the handsome face before her, unable to react.

His eyelashes were very long, and with his eyes closed, one could see the shadow that his eyelashes cast, his breathing was very steady, puffing gently on her shoulder, giving her a somewhat warm feeling.

She didn’t know since when, but his flawless face now bore quite notable dark circles, looking even more haggard, which one would hardly notice if not looked at closely.

Song Qiao coldly surveyed that handsome face, her heart tightening.

She didn’t know since when, but it seemed like he had been very busy recently. Many times, he hadn’t come back when she fell asleep and occasionally, when she was half asleep, she could hear him entering the bedroom.

Song Qiao didn’t know if he was always busy with company matters, but she did know clearly that the older members of the Lu Family wouldn’t let Lu Jingchen take over CK Group that easily; actually, she wasn’t very clear, this was what others had told her.

However, what puzzled Song Qiao was, why were Lu Jingchen and Zuo Yuqing at Xi Group today... what was it for really?

If she remembered correctly, since the day she and Zuo Yuqing both had an incident at Hua Yi, she had almost not heard anything about Lu Jingchen and Zuo Yuqing in her world, Lu Jingchen had not even mentioned Zuo Yuqing.

Thinking about this, Song Qiao felt maybe she was overthinking things. These were not what she should be thinking about; she just needed to be a good Mrs. Lu.

Her hands rested on her knees, no longer looking at the man leaning against her shoulder with eyes closed, Song Qiao shifted her gaze towards the car window, watching the scenery that continuously moved backwards, feeling indescribable.

As Song Qiao turned her head towards the car window, the man who originally had his eyes closed slightly curled his lips and held her waist even tighter.

...

Thirty minutes later, the car stopped outside the villa. Song Qiao looked at the man leaning on her shoulder, only to discover that he had opened his eyes at some unknown time, his eyes clear and evidently he hadn’t slept at all.

Suddenly, an invisible anger surged in Song Qiao’s heart. She immediately raised her hand and pushed away the head leaning on her shoulder, discontentedly said, "You didn’t even sleep, why keep leaning on my shoulder?"

She rubbed her slightly sore shoulder, suddenly feeling very aggrieved.

Lu Jingchen sat upright, turned his head and glanced at her, noticing her frowning as if in discomfort while rubbing her shoulders, he paused, then reached over his hand on her shoulder, even covering her hand with his, looked at her and explained gently, "I wasn’t completely asleep, just dozed off for a few minutes and then woke up."