The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief-Chapter 803 - 245: That Fall Nearly Killed Me

The man’s deep, unfathomable eyes were fixed upon her, but he didn’t speak. With one hand holding her chin, he pressed his handsome face down, his tongue taking advantage when she was shocked and prying open her teeth to invade.

How observant a man is Lu Jingchen? A man who has been battling in the business world for years easily caught the fleeting moment of bewilderment that the woman showed when she was stunned just now.

Marriage is often a joyful and exciting event. All along, his and Song Qiao’s marriage lacked the protective shield of ’love.’ Perhaps because he suddenly felt he truly loved this woman now, a trace of panic inexplicably surfaced in his heart when he saw her reaction in that instant.

When the kiss ended, Song Qiao was already slightly breathless from the kiss. If it weren’t for the man holding her waist, she would have probably collapsed to the ground as her legs weakened.

"Qiaoqiao." The low, murmuring voice of the man came by her ear, seemingly infinitely seductive, warm breath directly spraying onto her ear, "Marrying me, are you unhappy?"

Song Qiao was momentarily taken aback, then she smiled and shook her head, her voice soft, "No."

How could she be unhappy? Marrying Lu Jingchen is a dream for every girl in An City. It isn’t just the allure of being the Lu Family’s Young Mistress; this man’s looks and temperament are ones many can’t help but become infatuated with, not to mention Lu Jingchen’s identity as the president of CK Group.

Perhaps... in her previous life, she saved the entire galaxy, which is why this life she was favored by this man.

Song Qiao slightly lowered her gaze. The two of them were so close, they couldn’t see each other’s emotions clearly.

She has always been striving to keep her heart from getting too close. But often, a woman’s self-control isn’t as strong as a man’s. Even if she ends up with nothing after falling, it’s still her own fault; she can’t blame anyone else.

As if not believing her words, Lu Jingchen directly drew back the distance between them, looking at her with fixed eyes, persistently asked, "But you look unhappy. You don’t want to marry me?"

Persistent in wanting to know the answer, the tone seemed as though he wouldn’t rest until he got it.

Song Qiao didn’t know what was wrong with Lu Jingchen today. She always felt something was odd about him, as if something had happened that was bothering him.

She was stunned by his question; even though he looked at her like he was stripping her naked, Song Qiao didn’t avoid it at all. Finally, she responded by asking, "Lu Jingchen, do you love me?"

She had asked this question before, not just once, but this man has never admitted he loved her, only said he liked her.

Really liked, really liked.

But liking isn’t love, nor can it reassure a woman who is inherently uncertain about any aspect, that feeling of possibly losing everything at any moment sometimes fills Song Qiao with an unsettling panic.

The expression on the man’s face suddenly stiffened, seemingly not expecting her to ask this question.

Seeing his reaction, Song Qiao realized that asking the question was redundant; it would have been better not to ask.

Even though not asking gives her a sense of insecurity, not getting an answer makes her feel as if she’s plunged into an icy abyss, a chill radiating from her body.

She directly raised her hand to remove the man’s hand on her shoulder, her face regained a calm look, backed away a step, and then lifted her skirt to leave, with a slight smile she said, "Let’s go out, the wedding dress has been changed, the outside is more spacious, it’s clearer to see."

Love is no longer important. Their wedding is going to be held in half a month, and the invitations have already been sent out, it’s impossible to change their minds now.

Anyway, there’s no room for regret anymore. Whether he loves her now is not important, isn’t it?

However, just as she was about to pass by him, her arm was suddenly grabbed, and she was pulled into a gentle embrace.

Lu Jingchen hugged Song Qiao from behind, his cheek pressed against hers, speaking with unprecedented tenderness, "Song Qiao, I love you."

The hand holding the wedding dress tightened slightly, as if not expecting the man to suddenly confess. After a long moment, she seemed to let out a breath, still gracefully smiling, "I know."