Song Qiao took a deep breath before tugging at the corners of her mouth to reveal a faint smile, then looking up at the man opposite her, she continued, "You’re right, I don’t really have the right to meddle too much in Wanwan’s emotional affairs, after all, it’s not some minor issue, I just didn’t think that much."
Lu Jingchen, with a stoic expression, spoke lightly, "I’m not saying it’s your fault, Qiaoqiao, but I just think you should give Ning Wan and Mo Han some private space..."
"Lu Jingchen." Not waiting for him to finish, Song Qiao directly interrupted him, locking her gaze with his, biting her lip as she earnestly asked, "Was it you who told Xi Mohan about Ning Wan being hospitalized?"
She had always been curious about how Xi Mohan showed up at the hospital so early. Although she knew Xi Mohan had the means to find out about Ning Wan’s hospitalization immediately, she was more inclined to believe that Lu Jingchen had told Xi Mohan.
This possibility had been slowly swelling in her mind. She had always wanted to ask him, but had been delayed due to taking care of Ning Wan.
Initially, she was worried that if she directly questioned Lu Jingchen with his temperament, he might get angry. But now, all her hesitations disappeared without a trace as she boldly asked.
Lu Jingchen looked at her indifferently, the little woman opposite him biting her own lip, visibly angry, but suppressing the outburst, making her tone more of an accusation than a query.
Picking up the cup from the table and taking a sip, Lu Jingchen looked straight at Song Qiao and calmly admitted, "Yes, I told Mo Han."
Although she had mentally prepared herself for his confession, hearing it directly from him still caught Song Qiao off guard. Her eyes filled with anger, unable to vent, she took a half minute to process before standing up to leave.
Seeing her rise, Lu Jingchen’s look subtly darkened. As she passed by him to leave, he quickly grabbed her wrist with a low and indifferent tone, his eyebrows fiercely knitted, "Song Qiao, what are you doing?"
This time, Lu Jingchen addressed her by her full name.
It seemed that throughout their marriage, this man only used her full name when displeased or angry. Otherwise, he usually called her Qiaoqiao or Xiao Qiao.
Song Qiao didn’t care much about the name. Her wrist being grabbed forced her to stop. She turned her head toward him, smiling with a hint of self-mockery, "What’s wrong? Do I need your permission to leave now?"
She was feeling incredibly upset, but couldn’t lash out at the man in front of her. It was damn frustrating.
Lu Jingchen still didn’t let go of her hand, "Sit down, finish the meal first, then I’ll take you wherever you need to go."
Unable to maintain her smile, Song Qiao brushed her long hair behind her ears and met his gaze boldly, "I’m not hungry and I don’t have an appetite today, eating is the last thing on my mind, let go, I need to go to the hospital."
"Song Qiao, I said, sit down and eat," his gaze became colder, his voice chilling, "Or are you suggesting I should feed you?"
Song Qiao was taken aback by the man’s eyes, dark as spilled ink, and she involuntarily tensed, but still stubbornly bit back, "Lu Jingchen, be reasonable, I said I’m not hungry. Are you really going to force me to eat what you’ve ordered?" Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on novęlfire.net
If she remembered correctly, the amount of food he had ordered was not small.
"If you don’t sit down, I wouldn’t mind feeding you myself. You should know I have many ways to make you eat."
Song Qiao, "..." She really wanted to kick him.
She always knew Lu Jingchen was very dominant, so often she didn’t dare confront him directly. Like now, his threat really made her feel she couldn’t even move.