The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief-Chapter 832 - 261: You Don’t Like Me, So Which Man Are You Planning to Like?

Chapter 832: Chapter 261: You Don’t Like Me, So Which Man Are You Planning to Like?

Lu Jingchen lowered his eyes, looking at the woman in front of him who had her head down and was avoiding his gaze. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he crouched down in front of her, cupping her face, and softly called out, "Qiaoqiao, I lost control last night, I’m sorry..."

Last night, he was completely overwhelmed by anger and desire, so he knew just how fiercely he had tormented her, nearly exhausting her entirely inside and out.

Song Qiao lifted her eyes directly to meet the man in front of her, immediately locking onto his deep eyes, clearly seeing her own reflection in them.

It was fine if he didn’t mention last night’s events, but once he did, she immediately felt a surge of anger exploding from her heart and spreading throughout her body. Without thinking, she pried away his hands from her face, let out a cold laugh, and said hoarsely, "When you were relentlessly tormenting me last night, why didn’t you think about all this? Saying sorry afterward, don’t you think it’s redundant?"

Now, her whole body ached, especially that secret place, which felt like it was injured.

Whether it was really hurt or not, she did not know.

Earlier, when she got up and went into the bathroom to wash, she saw the frighteningly deep and shallow kiss marks and pinch marks on her body, making it clear just how ruthlessly this man had tormented her last night.

Lu Jingchen’s eyes darkened, still fixedly staring at her face, slightly furrowing his brows as he spoke, "Who told you to provoke me last night? Serves you right!"

Song Qiao, hearing his words, became even angrier, immediately grabbing a pillow from the sofa and hurling it at him, "So you’re saying you’ve got a point then? It’s all my fault? Lu Jingchen, are you even a man?"

The man casually caught the pillow, tossed it aside, and scrutinized her expression, speaking leisurely, "Whether I’m a man or not, aren’t you the one who knows best? I also made you feel good last night. You can’t say I was just tormenting you. Who was the one clinging to me and asking for it at first?"

Song Qiao glared at him angrily, completely at a loss for a rebuttal. The thickness of this man’s skin was beyond her concern; she only knew it was thicker than she had imagined.

She stared at him for a long while without saying anything, finally looking away and attempting to stand up and leave.

Yet, whether her legs were a bit weak or the pain was unbearable below, she couldn’t help but grit her teeth as she stumbled slightly, almost falling.

Lu Jingchen’s gaze had been on her all along and naturally noticed her discomfort, standing up to support her with a touch of concern in his voice, "Did you hurt inside? I went out this morning to buy ointment. How about I help you apply it upstairs, hmm?"

Song Qiao’s face inexplicably flushed crimson, reaching out to push him away, "Get lost, I don’t want to see you right now."

"Don’t move." After casting her a sideways glance, the man bent down and scooped her up, heading toward the second floor, "If you keep moving, don’t blame me if you fall later."

Facing this man’s dominance and arrogance, Song Qiao nearly choked with rage, gritting her teeth as she spoke, "You always apologize after the fact. Can’t you ask about my feelings before doing such things? Lu Jingchen, if you keep this up, I’ll like you less and less."

[I’ll like you less and less.]

These words reached the man’s ears verbatim, making the previously steady and confident man pause, glancing down at her petite face before resuming his stable, sure strides upstairs.

Until Song Qiao was placed on the bed in the bedroom, just as she was about to get up, the man pressed her down into the sheets once more, one large hand gripping her chin with a touch of interrogation, "You don’t like me? Who do you intend to like then? Hm?"

Song Qiao was stunned, staring at the handsome face so close to hers, momentarily unable to react.

The man lowered his head and gently nipped her chin, causing her to cry out in pain.

Her gaze now tinged with anger, Song Qiao glared at the man in front of her, placing her hand on his chest, her face exhibiting nothing but fury. "Lu Jingchen, are you insane?"

Damn, is this man part dog? Always biting people? Doesn’t he know it hurts?

The man continued to hold her down, giving her no room to struggle, his gaze fixed on her as he sneered, "Answer my previous question. If you don’t like me, which man are you planning to like? Gu Linyuan? Or Ji Sifan? Or maybe... Chu Munan?"

His face listing the names of three men she knew, had interacted with, and was somewhat familiar with.

She inexplicably felt something off about the man’s demeanor but couldn’t quite pinpoint where the unease stemmed from.

Her gaze carried a touch of inquiry, and she pursed her lips without speaking.

Lu Jingchen still quietly stared at her, after a long silence as if displeased with such stillness, his handsome face leaned closer, his thin lips kissing her pink lips softly, his deep voice slightly husky, whispering like lovers do, "Don’t like other men, Qiaoqiao. You must like me all your life and only me, okay? I like you too!"

Song Qiao trembled all over hearing his words, but quickly returned to normal, inexplicably finding his words somewhat amusing.

Those originally dark eyes that contained a few dazzling sparkles stared at him steadily, unknowingly tainted with a hint of mockery.

It was unclear whether it was mocking him or herself.

The man’s deep eyes fell directly on hers, inexplicably overwhelmed by a sense of defeat, he immediately let go of her and stood up, casually leaving behind a sentence, "The medicine is on the nightstand, apply it yourself and go eat."

After speaking, he immediately walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him, it was unclear if it indicated his foul mood.

Song Qiao, lying on the bed, could hear a very loud ’bang’ sound.

...

In the afternoon, Ning Wan hurriedly rushed to the villa, seeing her safe and sound sitting in the living room watching K-dramas, her worried heart instantly eased, but immediately followed by the aftereffect of her concern—anger.

Song Qiao sat in the living room nibbling on chips. Lu Jingchen left in the morning and didn’t come back for lunch. She really didn’t want to see that man right now, so even if he didn’t return, it wouldn’t ruin her mood.

Hearing Chen Ma’s utterance of ’Miss Ning’, she turned her head and immediately saw Ning Wan rushing in frantically, as if startled, then forced a smile on her face, "Wanwan, you’re here."

Ning Wan seeing her so leisurely, remembered how worried she was yesterday that she didn’t even eat or sleep well, lost control and rushed over, kneeling on the sofa, choking her neck shaking her angrily, "Song Qiao, where on earth did you go yesterday? You have no idea how worried I was for a whole day and night, haven’t had a decent meal? Now I’m starving and sleepy, how are you going to make it up to me?"

Song Qiao, "...Dear, calm down... Let go of my neck first, if you use any more force, my neck will be broken by you."

Ning Wan released her, glaring at her, "Quickly confess, where did you go yesterday? And how come that man Chu Munan captured you? What’s going on exactly?"

Song Qiao eyed Ning Wan, almost burning with anger, blinked, naturally knowing her great anger wasn’t just because of her, thought for a moment, and asked, "Did that man Xi Mohan mess with you?"

Ning Wan froze, then glared at her, biting her teeth, "Aren’t I the one asking you questions now? Don’t change the subject."

Worried about her best friend for a day and night, she barely managed to sleep late last night, planned to come and check on Song Qiao after a morning phone call, but that man Xi Mohan stirred up trouble again and ended up in the hospital. He wouldn’t let the doctors treat him, claiming he had to see her.

She’s not a doctor, seeing her wouldn’t solve anything, but ultimately, had no choice but to visit the hospital. Although she didn’t treat him nicely, at least he agreed to surgery. Yet, even after agreeing, he had his men guard her not letting her leave, she could only leave until he finished surgery and woke up, it was simply outrageous, causing her to delay for hours almost wrecking the hospital.

Song Qiao rubbed her nose, placed the chips on the table, stood up smilingly at her, "Aren’t you hungry now? Come on, I’ll treat you to a meal, and tell you while we’re at it."

"I want to eat French cuisine."

"Sure, no problem, anything you want today is on me!" 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

The two immediately agreed, Song Qiao quickly went to change clothes, then drove the car Ning Wan came in straight to the city’s most famous French restaurant.

...

In the hospital, Xi Mohan lay on the bed, his face slightly pale, turned his head, eyes landing on the man sitting on the hospital sofa expressionless, sneered uncourteously, "Argued with Song Qiao? So you came here to spend time?"

Seeing that obvious ’I’m very dissatisfied’ look, Xi Mohan could instantly guess it’s certainly because of Song Qiao.

Lu Jingchen holding a magazine, flipping through it, heard Xi Mohan’s words and raised his head, speaking expressionlessly, "If you don’t speak, I won’t take you as a mute!"