The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief-Chapter 870 - 290: She Resists His Touch

Song Qiao’s body was completely stiff, her mind even momentarily blank, and her expression appeared foolish.

There was a moment when she felt like she had been caught doing something bad by a man. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

But when she suddenly recalled the events that transpired in the crew and on the car, her mind quickly cleared up, her face turned pale, and she subconsciously began to struggle.

Seeing this, the man merely furrowed his brows slightly. His voice was deep and hoarse, carrying a hint of helplessness, "Qiaoqiao, don’t move."

He hadn’t rested well during this period, putting all his energy into work. Even the total sleep time over the past few days didn’t exceed twenty hours, sleeping less than three hours a day.

It was a rare moment that the woman beside him lay in bed allowing him to hold her; that comforting feeling slowly calmed his heart down, allowing him to finally sleep for a few hours. He still felt a bit tired, especially with the woman’s natural fragrance filling his senses, making him want to continue sleeping.

The man’s extremely affectionate action made Song Qiao’s body even stiffer, her arms and legs rigid beyond recognition.

Apparently sensing her oddness, Lu Jingchen, who was just about to continue sleeping, abruptly opened his eyes, his deep eyes reflecting her slightly pale face. He furrowed his brows and immediately sat up, holding her in his arms, his voice very gentle, "What’s wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? Should I call the family doctor to come over now?"

Although he was asking, the latter sentence seemed to confirm her discomfort. His long fingers reached for the phone beside him, preparing to dial the family doctor to come over.

Song Qiao suddenly seemed to awaken from a dream, her gaze falling on the man’s hand that was unlocking his phone, reaching out to snatch it, her voice extremely hoarse from crying earlier and not drinking any water, "I... I’m fine, no... not uncomfortable, I just want to go to the bathroom..."

Lu Jingchen paused after hearing her words and then responded with an "Um," releasing her, "Alright, Chen Ma should have already prepared the meal, let’s go down to eat later."

Song Qiao didn’t reply, she directly lifted the quilt and jumped off the bed.

But whether it was because she had maintained a posture for too long earlier, her foot went numb, she softly cried out and still couldn’t stabilize, directly fell towards the floor.

The man’s gaze had always been on her, seeing her about to fall, his pupils involuntarily shrank. Yet, because Song Qiao’s action of jumping off the bed was too fast, he was too late to pull her back, only hearing the very clear ’thump’ sound.

"Qiaoqiao!" Lu Jingchen’s face turned pale, he immediately lifted the quilt to get off the bed, half-knelt before the woman who had fallen to the floor, reaching out to pick her up.

But upon seeing the man’s outreached hand, Song Qiao was suddenly frightened, quickly crawling up by herself and backing away to avoid his touch.

His well-defined, long fingers suddenly stopped mid-air, and the room instantly fell into deadly silence.

For what seemed an eternity, the man finally moved, as if he hadn’t seen the slightly repulsive expression on the woman’s face, directly picked her up horizontally, let her sit on the bed, and knelt on one knee in front of her, placing her pale foot on his knee, started to rub and massage it.

"I... I’m fine, you don’t have to do this..." After a while, Song Qiao seemed to come to her senses, her voice extremely hoarse, sounding like she hadn’t drunk water for a long time, trying to withdraw her foot.

But the man immediately understood her action, his big hand tightened, not letting her move recklessly, raising his eyes directly to look at her, his dark, deep eyes at this moment, gloomy and heavy, as if suppressing some emotion,

Song Qiao was startled by the man’s gaze, her body turned rigid again, she dared not move recklessly, obediently letting him massage her still numb foot.

A few minutes later, Song Qiao felt her foot somewhat better, but seeing the man still not stopping, hesitated for a bit, then spoke, "I... I’m all right now, you don’t need to continue..."

The man’s hand paused, and indeed directly released her foot, his head still hung low, making her almost unable to see the expression on his face, only able to see the pulsing of his forehead, seemed to be suppressing some kind of emotion.

Song Qiao quietly watched him for a while, then directly stood up, bypassed him, and walked toward the washroom.

Inside the washroom was a big mirror. Upon entering, Song Qiao looked at herself in the mirror with an extremely pale face, blinking her eyes as if unable to grasp that the pale-faced woman in the mirror was herself, didn’t know how long she stood until she heard the familiar mobile ringtone outside, finally regained her senses, glancing towards the doorway direction, the mobile ringtone still ringing, no sound came from outside.

Turning on the tap, she scooped water to wash her face, picked up a clean towel, dried her face, and directly walked out of the washroom.

The phone was placed on the bedside table, charging. She hadn’t seen a phone there while she was getting up earlier, so it must have been Lu Jingchen who connected it to charge just now. After glancing around the room and not seeing him, he must have gone out.

Ever since the incident at the wedding, their living pattern had changed, Song Qiao knew clearly that they had no return to the past, nor any future.

The phone stopped vibrating, the ringtone ceased, Song Qiao returned to senses and walked over to pick up the phone, just as another call came in.

Seeing the number displayed on the screen was Elder Mu, she quickly swiped to answer and placed it to her ear, obediently calling out, "Grandpa, what’s wrong? Why did you call me?"

On the other end, Elder Mu’s mood seemed good, he directly said, "Xiao Qiao, when do you get off work this afternoon? A well-established friend of Grandpa’s came today, staying for dinner tonight, I’ll introduce you to them, we even had Zhang Ma buy a lot of dishes you like, after work let the driver pick you up."

Song Qiao hesitated, belatedly realizing she was directly brought home by Lu Jingchen, Song Xi remained in the crew with only Xiao Li accompanying, she didn’t know how things were, worried the actresses discontented with Song Xi would trouble her in her absence.

After silently contemplating for over ten seconds, Song Qiao replied, "I’ll just take a cab home after work, there’s no need for the driver to come fetch me."

"Okay, okay, then remember to be cautious on your way, if you take a taxi, give Grandpa the license plate number."

Song Qiao responded, then chatted with Elder Mu for a few more sentences before ending the call.

Shortly after hanging up, her phone started popping with continuous ’ding ding ding’ of missed calls and message notifications. Taking a glance at the numbers, found they were from Lu An’an and Song Xi, and the messages were from them.

Briefly flipping through them revealed both conveyed concern, Song Xi knew she was taken back by Lu Jingchen, worried he’d do something, trying to call and message her.

Meanwhile, Lu An’an contacted her during lunch, unable to reach, worried something was wrong, called multiple times, and sent numerous messages.

After skimming through, Song Qiao directly dialed Song Xi’s number.

Once connected, it was a girl’s voice, "Hello, hi!"

The voice was very familiar, Song Qiao listened closely recognizing it as the assistant arranged for Song Xi days ago, poured herself a glass of plain water, took a sip, and responded to the person on the other end, "It’s Song Qiao."

The other person seemed surprised, took a while then nervously responded, "Sister Song? You’re okay? Just now Song Xi was persistently calling you worried something happened, almost stopped filming, she was just summoned by the director for a scene, do you need me to bring her now?"

Song Qiao heard, felt warm within, acknowledging Song Xi’s genuine concern lately, thought for a bit, said, "No need, inform her I’m fine later, missed her calls because the phone ran out of battery."

The assistant acknowledged this, indicating understanding.

Song Qiao instructed her for a bit more and ended the call, then returned the call to Lu An’an.

With the call finished, just set her phone down, hearing footsteps behind.

Regarding Lu Jingchen, after months together, Song Qiao was accustomed to his pace and presence, even hearing his footsteps from afar, she correctly identified his approach, knowing him without turning.

However, as the footsteps closed in, she involuntarily noticed her fingers stiffening slightly.

The man halted two or three steps behind her, he rather wished to come closer, envelop her with a kiss, inhale the fragrance that comforted him, but recalling how she reflexively avoided his touch earlier, his sharply contoured expression stiffened with emotions, after a pause he spoke, "The meal is ready, you didn’t have lunch, let’s eat now."