The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief-Chapter 1008 - 406: An Intense Night

The man paused his action of eating noodles, then casually looked at Song Qiao and spoke unapologetically, "It’s me, are you going to bite me?"

Song Qiao, "..." I’m not a dog, why would I bite you?

Silence fell between the two, neither spoke for a moment.

Song Qiao ate the cake slowly, savoring each bite, after all, a cake needs to be tasted slowly. By the time Lu Jingchen finished his noodles, Song Qiao still had a third of her cake left.

He didn’t directly take the bowl to the kitchen, instead casually placed it aside, grabbed a few napkins, and wiped his hands and mouth. Then he looked at Song Qiao and couldn’t help but ask, "How have you been these five years?"

Actually, the moment he saw Song Qiao yesterday, he wanted to ask this question but somehow didn’t.

Now that he asked, it was only something he had always wanted to ask.

Ultimately, he couldn’t control his inner thoughts.

He actually hoped Song Qiao had been well these five years, so he could feel a bit better inside.

Hearing Lu Jingchen’s question, Song Qiao couldn’t help but pause her cake-eating action, suddenly looked up at him.

Just then, she saw the man staring at her steadily. Suddenly, she found his question a bit amusing and genuinely laughed. Her hand holding the fork didn’t stop, poking at the cake in front, she replied casually, "I’ve been quite well, Chu Munan’s treated me nicely. If it weren’t for Chu Munan when I went abroad back then, I might’ve had a tough time. But luckily, he was there with me throughout my pregnancy until childbirth, how could I not be well?"

Listening to Song Qiao’s words, which weren’t the answer he wanted, Lu Jingchen’s face immediately turned somewhat unpleasant.

He didn’t like hearing Song Qiao speak about that man, Chu Munan, who was inevitably his rival...

The man clenched the hand by his side into a fist, but shortly released it, and after a long time, he squeezed out a few words, "As long as you’re doing well, that’s good."

After saying that, without waiting for Song Qiao to respond, Lu Jingchen picked up the bowl and chopsticks in front of him and walked towards the kitchen.

Watching the man’s back, Song Qiao blinked, but didn’t care.

She could tell Lu Jingchen was angry, but so what?

That man’s temper was indeed foul, even removing her from his WeChat friends. It would have been fine if he just removed her, but being so unapologetically defiant nearly drove her insane.

Just as Song Qiao was still indignantly eating her cake over what Lu Jingchen did, the man unexpectedly returned with swift speed, stood up and sat next to Song Qiao.

Song Qiao felt the sofa beside her sink down, and his breath overwhelmed her senses, causing a shiver. Just as she raised her hand, her chin was seized by a large hand, and before she could react, the man had already leaned in, sealing her lips with his thin ones.

The woman’s eyes widened instantly, completely in shock, while she let Lu Jingchen pry open her teeth with his tongue, which then began to invade, capturing her without restraint. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Her hand, still holding the cake fork, went weak, and the fork fell directly to the floor, followed by the man pressing her onto the sofa while she was still lost in thought.

Lu Jingchen pinned Song Qiao beneath him, relentless, like someone lost in the desert without water, desperately drinking from her sweetness.

Perhaps because the man’s kissing was so skilled, it wasn’t long before Song Qiao became dazed from his kisses, losing all ability to resist.

At some point, clothes were fully removed, and they found themselves in the master bedroom. By the time their passion was completely spent, it was past one in the morning.

Song Qiao was so exhausted she fell asleep, initially trying to resist Lu Jingchen, but later realizing her resistance was futile, she simply gave up struggling and got swept up in their passion.

For five years she hadn’t been so exhausted, leading to her passing out directly, even needing Lu Jingchen to bathe her himself to clean her up.

Lu Jingchen sat leaning against the headboard, a cigarette between his fingers, while his other hand ran through the woman’s hair, his five fingers combing her long locks, feeling utterly content.