The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief

Chapter 687 - 170 Lu Jingchen, Are You Not Capable?

And yet, this man was only teasing her, completely refusing to give her a straightforward satisfaction.

Song Qiao’s hand gripped the man’s shoulder, slightly exerting force immediately marking a red trace on his skin, catching her breath with a hint of provocation, she said, "Lu Jingchen, are you not capable?"

The last thing a man wants to hear is his woman questioning his capability, it was like pulling the whiskers off a tiger.

As expected, Lu Jingchen’s expression darkened in the next second, looking at the face beneath him, already blushed, he sneered softly, leaning close to her ear, ambiguously biting her earlobe, his husky voice vibrated softly, "Whether I am capable or not, shall we test it out?"

Having said that, his body thrust down quickly, adopting the most primal position, no longer teasing her.

No sooner had Song Qiao spoken then she already regretted her words, yet before she could express her regret, the man had already started moving, turning her words into moans.

After the affair, Song Qiao didn’t even want to move, letting the man hold her against his chest, the two bodies tight against each other without any gaps.

Lu Jingchen, looking down at the woman lying on him, chuckled softly, his voice deep and extremely hoarse, utterly sexy, "Giving up so soon? Qiaoqiao, you really need to improve your stamina..."

Improve my ass.

Song Qiao felt an urge to kick this man off the bed, raising her eyes to glare at him, gritting her teeth, she said, "Lu Jingchen, you bastard..."

This man had just energetically tossed her around in many positions, plus her background in dance allowed her to handle many challenging poses, giving Song Qiao a rather headache-inducing feeling.

No matter how you slice it, the beneficiary was always Lu Jingchen, but why did she end up being the exhausted one?

Her waist ached terribly now, even moving felt extremely uncomfortable.

What’s worse...this man was still inside her, which made her feel the urge to find a hole to crawl into.

"Yes, I am a bastard." Lu Jingchen didn’t deny it, still sporting a smile, his tone playful, his eyes faintly indulgent, "Another round?"

Song Qiao, "No... uh."

However, before Song Qiao could say anything, Lu Jingchen had already started moving again, turning her intended resistance into murmuring sounds.

By the time Lu Jingchen finally let her go, more than three hours had passed. Song Qiao looked like she was fished out of water, entire body covered in sweat, utterly drained lying on the bed, not even wanting to move her fingers, breathing heavily, her eyes slightly closed, possibly asleep.

After Lu Jingchen prepared the water, he walked out from the bathroom, same as Song Qiao, wearing nothing, seeing the woman lying motionless on the bedding, his heart softened a bit, he walked to the bed, knelt on one knee, reached out to hold her in his arms, his distinctively jointed hand brushed her sweat-drenched hair away, and said, "Shall I carry you in for a bath, hm?"

Actually, upon seeing Song Qiao’s naked body, the fiery desire that had barely subsided inside him flared up again rapidly. However, when he saw those kiss and pressure marks on her body, appearing somewhat distressing with varying depths, he forcefully suppressed that desire in an instant.

Song Qiao glared at him, but didn’t say anything. She humphed as a response.

Lu Jingchen chuckled, then lightly scraped the tip of her nose with his hand before carrying her straight to the bathroom.

...

The next morning, when Song Qiao woke up, she felt pain all over, especially in her waist and the roots of her thighs, almost as if they weren’t part of her.

Opening her eyes and staring at the ceiling for nearly half a minute, she slowly recalled how this man had tormented her for hours last night.

She was already wearing a comfortable nightgown. The soft fabric clung closely to her body, and she didn’t feel that fiery sensation below, which was unusual considering the rough handling by Lu Jingchen last night. She should have been hurt, but there was no such feeling.

Clearly... that man had treated her wounds with medicine.

Just as she was about to lift the blanket to get up, she felt the strong hands around her waist tighten, and the head that was close to her neck rubbed against her neck. Only then did Song Qiao realize this man had been holding her all night.

She was about to use her hands to pry open the man’s hands, when she was held even tighter, particularly feeling the warm breath at her neck, making her quite uncomfortable, and she couldn’t help but speak out, "Lu Jingchen, let go, I need to get up."

The man didn’t open his eyes, nor did he let go, his voice hoarse and somewhat dreamy, which sounded particularly pleasant in the early morning, "I’m so sleepy, Qiaoqiao, let’s sleep a bit longer, hmm? It’s still early..."

"I can’t sleep anymore." Song Qiao replied without hesitation; she really had no intention of sleeping further as she had already taken a long nap the previous afternoon at home, unlike Lu Jingchen.

Hearing her words, Lu Jingchen finally opened his eyes, his eyes having visible but unclear bloodshot traces, giving the impression that he hadn’t slept enough.

He still didn’t let go of her waist, instead suddenly lifted her onto his lap, one hand on the back of her head and the other securing her waist, then he leaned in and sealed her lips with his.

Song Qiao was caught off guard, her eyes wide open staring at his handsome face so close to her, clearly seeing his long eyelashes. She blinked, and by the time she reacted and wanted to get up, the man had already given her a deep kiss and then let her go.

Song Qiao immediately turned over and sat on the edge of the bed, her lips glowing, wet from their... saliva.

Looking at Song Qiao who now appeared somewhat irritable yet prettier, he didn’t get up immediately but continued to lie there. The silk blanket had unknowingly slid down to his waist, revealing his toned chest.

Seeing Song Qiao meeting his eyes that had unknowingly filled with a faint desire, she felt a jolt in her heart and quickly jumped off the bed, saying, "I’ll go prepare breakfast, continue sleeping, I’ll come up and wake you later."

—— In the book review section, there’s a group chat number for verified readers only. New members must submit a screenshot showing their subscription to the group admin within half an hour of joining; those who fail to do so will be removed. This Saturday, I will write a short play to share in the group, and updates on timing will also be communicated there.