The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief-Chapter 207 - 118: Jian Xia, You Are Not Ning Wan, You Two Are Different_2

"Don’t you want to marry Bo Leshen the most in your life? Why do you suddenly want to break off the engagement?" Lu Jingchen was puzzled, his eyebrows raised slightly as he started to study Jian Xia’s expression.

Jian Xia pressed her lips together, turned her head to avoid Lu Jingchen’s gaze, and suddenly chuckled before speaking, "I just wanted to try, to see what it feels like to let go of a man all of a sudden?"

Would it be as they say, to let go of an emotion that has been persisted in for more than a decade all of a sudden, would it be heartbreaking, or even unbearably painful? freeweɓnøvel~com

After a pause, Jian Xia continued, "Just like Ning Wan, we both loved the same man for over a decade at the beginning, but she let go a few years earlier than I did, and I still haven’t let go. I must admit I am suddenly envious of her."

"Jian Xia, you are not Ning Wan, you two are different," Lu Jingchen poured himself another cup of boiled water, took a sip, and then put the cup back on the coffee table before continuing, "Moreover, Bo Leshen and Xi Mohan are two different men. Are you sure you can do the same as Ning Wan?"

Jian Xia stiffened, although Lu Jingchen did not speak clearly, she could more or less understand what he meant.

She is the only girl of her generation in the Jian Family, and if the Bo Family really wants to form an alliance with the Jian Family through marriage, it can only be her, the most important thing is, unlike Xi Mohan, who loves Ning Yan’er of the Ning Family, even if Ning Wan does not marry Xi Mohan, there would still be Ning Yan’er, a winner throughout the whole affair.

Although Bo Leshen does not like her, he doesn’t have a woman whom he loves too much, or even someone that he could say he loves.

Jian Xia has never understood why Bo Leshen dislikes her - whether it’s because of something specific, or if she is inherently repulsive to him?

It seemed as if she had found the answer she was looking for, Jian Xia no longer planned to stay any longer and stood up. With an expression of relief, she said, "What you’ve said is quite comforting. I’ll see tomorrow if I’ll buy a ticket for an impromptu journey. I won’t disturb your rest; I’m going to sleep..."

After taking a few steps, she suddenly remembered she had no clothes to wear and stopped, turning to look at Lu Jingchen with a bit of embarrassment, "Lu Jingchen, could you lend me a set of your wife’s clothes to wear?"

...

Song Qiao was lying on the bed in the guest room, burying her face deep in the pillow. Only one lamp was turned on by the bedside, lending the room a somewhat dim appearance.

Lu Jingchen searched the whole first floor and didn’t find her; he checked the other guest rooms except for the one where Jian Xia was staying, and finally found this room at the end of the corridor.

He opened the door and saw the little woman on the bed, not certain whether she was asleep or not, Lu Jingchen frowned slightly but still stepped in and walked to the other side of the bed and lay down, extending a long arm to embrace her from behind.

Song Qiao herself was not asleep; initially, she was very sleepy, but now, inexplicably, she felt no sleepiness at all.

The moment Lu Jingchen opened the door, she had become completely awake and naturally knew who was entering.

She suddenly regretted not locking the door earlier.

As Lu Jingchen hugged her from behind, the strong masculine scent mixed with the same shower gel fragrance as hers made its way into her senses. Her fingers on one hand involuntarily tightened, unconsciously clenching the bedding.

"Qiaoqiao," the man leaned closer to her ear, murmuring her name, his tone laden with pleasantness, deep and enchanting, "Are you jealous?"

Song Qiao did not reply, with her back to the man, her eyes fixed on the space in front of her as if focusing intently on something in particular. Beyond the sudden stiffness of her body proving she heard him, there was no other sign.

The man rested his chin on her shoulder and kissed her earlobe repeatedly, a hint of laughter spilling from his throat, "Qiaoqiao, you’re really cute when you’re jealous..."

So cute that... it filled him with the impulse to immediately strip her naked and consume her.

Song Qiao still remained silent, neither admitting that she was jealous nor offering a rebuttal, instead, she simply closed her eyes.

In fact, even she did not know whether she was actually jealous or not; she just felt uncomfortable inside.

Maybe she was, maybe she wasn’t.

...

The next morning, Song Qiao was awoken by a series of knocking sounds. She barely opened her eyes, felt a stinging brightness, and closed them again, snuggling back into the covers. Her voice carried a hint of befuddlement and even something akin to the displeasure of being awoken, "Lu Jingchen, who is knocking at the door? I’m so sleepy, I want to sleep; go and open it."

The man, who was about to get out of bed stealthily, paused upon hearing her words, looked back at the woman who had burrowed into the covers again like a groundhog, his face involuntarily broke into a smile, uncovered her head and kissed her forehead, his voice warm and mellow, "Alright, it’s still early, go back to sleep."

After Lu Jingchen’s lips left, Song Qiao pulled the covers back over her head and murmured a few inarticulate sounds in response.

The man looked at Song Qiao’s behavior and couldn’t help but laugh softly, his eyes filled with tenderness without his awareness.

The knocking continued, the man frowned slightly, moved the covers, got out of bed, and then turned back to tuck Song Qiao in before heading towards the door.