novelraw Chapter 720 - 194: Am I Not Someone Else?
Chapter 720 - 194: Am I Not Someone Else?
Lu Tianming did not respond to her words, but instead fixed his gaze on the financial news playing on TV.
Xu Qian looked at Lu Tianming, whose stubborn personality she understood very well after decades of marriage. She pursed her lips silently and sighed again. Ever since that incident, Jingchen and her husband, despite being father and son, seemed at odds with each other, always finding each other displeasing at every encounter, which inevitably led to arguments over trivial matters.
As a mediator, Xu Qian found herself in a difficult position, unable to please either side, as one was her son and the other her husband.
Most of the time, she chose to ignore their quarrels and let them argue.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to intervene, but she knew too well that neither her husband nor her son would heed her advice.
Just as Xu Qian was about to leave and check on Song Qiao upstairs, the usually silent Lu Tianming suddenly spoke up.
"When Yu Xia and the others arrive later, tell the chef to prepare something they like."
The ’Little Xia’ that the old master mentioned was none other than Yu Xia, and Xu Qian knew very well that not only Yu Xia but also her parents might come.
Yu Xia was the only woman Lu Tianming approved of for Lu Jingchen, believing only she was worthy of him. From the moment he knew of Yu Xia, Lu Tianming had decided that she was to be his future daughter-in-law. Thus, whoever Lu Jingchen brought home, if it was not Yu Xia, were deemed by him as unsuitable and suspicious women, unfit for his son.
Nor could they ever take the position of the Young Mistress of the Lu Family.
Hearing Lu Tianming mention Yu Xia’s visit, Xu Qian’s expression changed slightly, and after hesitating, she spoke up, "Master, you know that Jingchen is bringing his wife back today..."
"I’ve said it, other than Xia, those other questionable and suspicious women, I will not recognize," Xu Qian wasn’t finished speaking when Lu Tianming coldly interrupted her.
Xu Qian was momentarily scared by Lu Tianming’s anger. Seeing his serious rage, she didn’t know what to say next and after a long while continued, "But didn’t you just hear Jingchen say? They have already registered their marriage..."
Hearing his wife’s words, Lu Tianming’s eyes darkened and his demeanor turned colder, but in the next second, he scoffed coldly, "Being married can lead to divorce. What does it matter if he plans to hold a wedding next month? Until I, Lu Tianming, give my approval, that unknown woman will not step through the doors of the Lu Family."
Helpless against her husband’s stubbornness, Xu Qian sighed deeply and turned away to leave.
...
Upstairs, the servants directly opened the bedroom where Lu Jingchen used to live. The man, with his lips lightly pressed together, said nothing as he carried the woman in his arms, who was grimacing in pain, into the bedroom, which remained unchanged just as when he had left it years ago.
He laid Song Qiao on the only large bed in the bedroom. Lu Jingchen did not let Song Qiao lie down because her injury was on her back, covering nearly the entire area, so he had her lie face down on the bed.
Seeing her back soaked through her dress, he knew at the moment the tea was thrown how scalding it had been. Seeing Song Qiao bury her face deep into the comforter, her fists clenched tightly as she endured the searing pain in silence, Lu Jingchen’s eyes deepened, his jaw set in a firm line. His hands gently touched her back, and upon hearing Song Qiao sharply inhale in pain, his expression grew even darker.
"Xiao Qiao." He called her name without showing much emotional change, but if one listened carefully, a suppressed tone could be discerned, yet it was not very distinct.
Song Qiao slowly raised her face from the comforter, her eyes, unbeknownst to when, moist with a blurry haze. Although in pain and wanting to cry, she still held back the urge to cry, revealing a smile uglier than tears, "What’s wrong?"
Lu Jingchen squatted beside the bed, almost kneeling on one knee, grasped her clenched fist, and opened it finger by finger. His deep voice, slightly hoarse, sounded very soothing, "If it hurts, you can cry out. No one else is here."