CHAPTER 650: CHAPTER 138: I FORGOT ABOUT YOUR MARRIAGE FOR A MOMENT

Song Qiao was somewhat unaccustomed to Lu Jingchen’s sudden gentle and agreeable manner. Although tears were still swirling in her eyes, they no longer continued to fall. Blinking, she buried her head in the pillow and spoke in a muffled voice, "Lu Jingchen, sometimes I really don’t understand you?"

"You want to understand me?" A meaningful expression overflowed in Lu Jingchen’s eyes as he looked at her with a deep gaze, his voice low and pleasant.

Looking at her pale face, almost indistinguishable from the white pillow, Lu Jingchen’s fingers stiffened for a moment, then he lifted his hand and started playing with her hair. Almost imperceptibly, he leaned closer, the man slightly bent over to bring his handsome face close to hers, his warm breath fanning out on her face.

Yan Xunhuan felt a bit uncomfortable and moved back, but in the next second she stopped, biting her lip and looking at him, she softly said, "It’s not that I want to understand you, but sometimes I don’t quite grasp what you mean, yet I don’t want to ask. Sometimes I really feel like..." She paused, her eyes calmly staring ahead as if lost in thought.

Lu Jingchen looked at Song Qiao’s delicate face, reached out to touch her hair, and tenderly asked, "What’s wrong?"

"Lu Jingchen." She turned her head to look at him, softly calling his name, feeling her breath halt unexpectedly, and beneath his gaze, she finally asked the question, "Lu Jingchen... will we ever get a divorce?"

Lu Jingchen looked at her delicate face, his eyes slightly squinting, his thin lips gradually forming a straight line, yet expressing no peculiar emotions, he murmured softly, "No."

Song Qiao smiled, her face lighting up with an ingeniously charming smile, utterly beautiful, making Lu Jingchen unable to resist bending down to give her a light kiss, yet it was merely a peck.

After all, this was a hospital, and to him, Song Qiao was too tempting, completely bewitching his mind, and he feared he wouldn’t be able to restrain himself from stripping her here.

In this place, both of them understood that in the many years to come, when Lu Jingchen recalled this moment, he would feel a throbbing pain in his heart.

In later years, the woman who had parted ways with him, living a good life in a foreign land, would think back to this moment upon seeing unfamiliar faces, and feel a sense of surrealism.

Although there were no passionate kisses that seemed to devour her, he still kissed her again and again, reluctant to let go.

Because it was lunchtime, and she had not eaten in the morning due to severe back pain, she was famished. She pushed the man in front of her, her face appearing pitiful, and said, "You don’t need to kiss me anymore, didn’t you bring me food? I want to eat."

Song Qiao rarely acted coquettishly... well, it seems she had never acted spoiled towards him from his memories, at most, she had just spoken petulantly once.

Clearly, Song Qiao’s act of coquetry struck a chord with him this time, softening his expression even more as he bent down, kissed her cheek, and then stood up. His low, mellow voice, tinged with a magnetic tone, suggested, "If you don’t want to stay in the hospital anymore, after we eat, we’ll do the discharge procedures and I’ll take you home, okay?"

As he spoke, his long fingers unscrewed the thermos, immediately filling the hospital room with a sweet fragrance.

Upon smelling it, Song Qiao knew it was her favorite, spareribs stewed with corn. Her nose was filled with the aroma almost making her drool, yet she frowningly looked at Lu Jingchen, "Why do we need to go back? Isn’t it nice staying in the hospital?"

Going back to the villa, he was not at home anyway. In the hospital, at least there were doctors and nurses around, which made it more convenient whenever her back hurt severely.

Listening to her gentle voice, Lu Jingchen patiently prepared the soup and meals for her. Any minor turmoil in his heart had already been smoothed out once all misunderstandings between them were cleared.

Song Qiao thought Lu Jingchen wouldn’t answer her question or that he might agree with her reasoning.

She didn’t speak, just watched the man skillfully pouring soup into the delicate ceramic bowl.

Not until he handed her the bowl filled with soup, a slightly raspy and deep voice came from above, steady and devoid of discernable emotion, yet carrying an imperceptible tenderness, "I can’t sleep at night without you at home. I’ve gotten used to holding you in my sleep."

Song Qiao wasn’t very fat, but had a bit of softness on her body, making it very comfortable for him to hold her during the night. Most importantly... he liked the natural scent of her body.

...

After lunch in the hospital, Lu Jingchen took care of the discharge procedures, and Song Qiao’s mood subtly shifted, as if from the moment he appeared at the hospital, their relationship also began to change.

Lu Jingchen did not have his driver bring him; instead, he drove himself, with Song Qiao sitting in the passenger seat. However, she couldn’t help but frown and sniff her nose, her serene features carrying a hint of tranquility yet twisted with a furrowed brow.

Lu Jingchen had just shut the car door and turned his head to see her frowning appearance. He spoke lightly, "What’s wrong?"

"I think I smell alcohol." Song Qiao’s voice was gentle and slightly clear as she turned her head to look at him, "Did you drink?"

The man paused, one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding the key. His gaze fell lightly on her face as he chuckled lowly, honestly admitting, "Yes, I went out for drinks last night."

Song Qiao uttered an "oh", blinked just about to speak when the man’s phone rang abruptly, stopping the words she had at her throat unspoken.

He glanced at the caller ID and saw it was Zuo Yuqing’s call. He swiped to answer and put it to his ear, still with that warm, deep voice, "Yuqing."

Sitting in the passenger seat, Song Qiao tensed up involuntarily as she heard this address, her hand on her knee curled into a fist, and she turned her gaze out the car window the next second.

Where he couldn’t see, a hint of mockery flashed through Song Qiao’s eyes—it was unclear who she was mocking, or perhaps she was mocking herself.

"Jingchen..." Yuqing’s voice from the phone sounded a bit hoarse but still carried a light smile, gentle and pleasant, "I just asked Sister Xu to buy a lot of groceries to thank you for taking me to the hospital yesterday. I’d like to invite you over for dinner tonight, is that possible?"

Lu Jingchen glanced at the girl sitting in the passenger seat, his expression unchanging as he spoke indifferently, "No, I won’t have time tonight. Qiaoqiao is getting discharged from the hospital today."

Yuqing fell silent on the other end of the phone, her breathing seemed a bit constricted.

After a while, she slowly spoke, her voice carrying an unusual sense of powerlessness and hurt, "Sorry, I momentarily forgot about you being married. Well... I’ll invite you to dinner some other time to thank you."

Having known Lu Jingchen for so many years, Zuo Yuqing had always appeared strong, rarely showing any vulnerability. Even during the time she and Lu Jingchen were together in the past, despite the many grievances she faced, she had never shown her fragile side.

Lu Jingchen glanced at Song Qiao, whose face was gradually turning unpleasant, his handsome face showing an obscure expression as his tall figure leaned back in the driver’s seat, his deep voice as steady as ever, "Alright, we’ll talk about it later."

His relationship with Zuo Yuqing was always prone to misunderstandings, given how deeply in love they once were.

In the past, both Lu An’an and Jian Xia had asked him whether he loved Song Qiao or Zuo Yuqing more, and even he himself couldn’t answer.

Perhaps, he hadn’t reached the stage of loving Song Qiao; at most, he liked her or had a good impression, merely feeling that Song Qiao was the most suitable to be the Lu Family’s Young Mistress.

After Zuo Yuqing hung up the phone, she sat blankly on the sofa, her mind conjuring the image of a familiar yet somewhat strange and slightly sinister young man, realizing unconsciously he was no longer the Jingchen she remembered.

Slightly turning her head to look outside, the scene where he naturally kissed Song Qiao in the CK Group’s parking lot suddenly appeared before her eyes, pouring out all the uncomfortable feelings inside her, making her feel incredibly sour.

...

After Lu Jingchen returned Song Qiao to the villa, he directly went to his company. Since the call from Zuo Yuqing, neither of them had said much to each other on the way, and it seemed that he had no intention of explaining to her either.

Inside, Song Qiao still felt quite uncomfortable, her mind swirling with countless possibilities of what could have happened between Lu Jingchen and Zuo Yuqing, disturbing her peace of mind.

But she wouldn’t ask him directly.

The wound on her waist had mostly healed, at least it wasn’t as painful as before. Supporting her waist, Song Qiao walked out of her bedroom, appearing almost like a pregnant woman, of course, if you didn’t notice the grimacing expression on her delicate face.

Mrs. Chen came up to see her just then, and immediately came forward to assist her, saying, "Madam, Ning Family’s Miss is downstairs looking for you."