The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief

Chapter 613 - 117: Are you angry because I didn’t come home for dinner tonight?

Lu Jingchen still didn’t care, he kissed her cheek lightly, then her chin, and eventually made his way down to her neck and collarbone.

Groggily opening her eyes, Song Qiao widened them suddenly. She didn’t know if it was because the man’s technique was so adept, or because she lacked experience herself, but she had already begun to breathe unevenly, gasping for air.

"Lu Jingchen... what are you doing? Let me get up first..." Song Qiao’s heart tightened, her breath was laced with the scent of alcohol, as she looked at the handsome face before her, her gaze deepening.

Lu Jingchen gripped her chin and lifted it, silencing her objections with a kiss before she could protest. His fervent tongue invaded her mouth, which was still coming to terms with what was happening, and began to savor the sweetness therein.

Song Qiao’s eyes widened, her mouth filled with the taste of alcohol, and though she wanted to retreat, her waist was firmly held in place. His relentless kissing made her feel as though he was about to devour her, causing her to panic.

"Lu Jingchen... you’ve been drinking..." Song Qiao, somewhat helplessly, clutched at his shirt, murmuring his name, while her other hand slapped his shoulder in protest. The past few nights with Lu Jingchen had left her with a psychological shadow, fearing that at any moment he would strip her naked and take her there and then.

In her heart, she said she wasn’t afraid, but that was a lie.

The strong presence of the man came hurtling towards her, his overpowering kissing skills made Song Qiao uncontrollably afraid, and unknowingly, a blush crept onto her face.

After what seemed like an eternity, Song Qiao was pressed down into the bedclothes, and the man stopped his aggressive kissing. Instead, he gently pecked at her chin and cheeks, his low and husky voice tinged with a sexy rasp, "Are you upset?"

Song Qiao caught her breath, barely suppressing the impulse to slap that handsome face, and accused with a hint of anger in her voice, "I was sleeping, and you come back and kiss me without a word. Anyone would be upset by that."

This man was simply too despicable, indeed sometimes one cannot be too trusting of first impressions. It takes time together to discover many little problems.

The man stopped kissing her and propped up his upper body slightly, his deep-set eyes appeared more profound as he stared intently at the small dissatisfied face before him, "I didn’t come home for dinner tonight, are you angry about that?"

Song Qiao paused, then realizing what Lu Jingchen meant, placed her hands on his chest and pushed, freeing herself from his grasp to sit up. She reached to tidy her somewhat disheveled hair, her voice carrying a hint of languor, "Not at all, you had business to attend to, right? I’m used to things like this."

When she lived with Ning Wan, sometimes Ning Wan would stay at school because of exams, and she often dined alone. She was already accustomed to it.

Lu Jingchen looked at her face, no longer confused, and leaned in once again, kissing the corner of her mouth, murmuring softly, "Chen’s mother said you didn’t eat much, just a little rice. Isn’t it because you were upset that I didn’t come home, so you ate less?"

"I just ate too much at lunch today, and I didn’t want to eat too much for dinner." Song Qiao blinked, her face showing no significant change of expression as she continued, "Besides, I drank two bowls of soup, that’s enough... Lu Jingchen, when you talk, can you not keep touching me?"

She caught the man’s hand which was edging towards her nightgown, glaring at him with full discontent in her eyes.

Really, she was incredibly annoyed by this man, always trying to touch her no matter the time or place, did he really think she was that easy to bully?

With his hand caught and unable to progress further, Lu Jingchen didn’t continue but hummed in response, then with a slightly confused tone, he asked, "The man you had lunch with today, who is he?"

Upon hearing his question, Song Qiao’s first thought was not of herself and Ji Sifan, but of him and Zuo Yuqing. Her lips curled up in a smile, her voice warm and soft, "What’s the matter? Can’t I have a meal with a friend? So you can dine with another woman, but I can’t?"

"Yuqing and I just had a simple meal, nothing happened."

"I also just had a simple meal with another man, and nothing happened." Song Qiao countered with his own words, continuing to state, "Moreover, it wasn’t just Ji Sifan and me; there was my colleague and the two newcomers I brought along. What about you, Lu Jingchen, it was just you and Zuo Yuqing... just the two of you..."