Lu Jingchen, "..." Isn’t it all the same sweet and sour?
"Really want to build a grape arbor in the backyard now?" He looked at her steadily, his voice low and husky, "Or else, you resign and come home for me to support you, then you can plant a few grape trees in the backyard yourself, and be your own gardener to take care of them."
"No, I want to work." Song Qiao was even more dissatisfied when she heard this, her cheeks almost puffing up, "I can manage even if I have work. I can water them when I come back from work in the afternoon, can’t I?"
She paused, a sparkle seemed to flash in her big eyes, and her small hands directly grabbed the man’s shirt, speaking discontentedly, "There’s clearly staff in the villa, why must I resign to specifically manage a few grape trees at home? Lu Jingchen, have you always wanted me to resign and stay at home for you to support?"
The man’s eyes deepened slightly, a low laughter seeped out from deep in his throat, he leaned down and kissed her puffed round cheek, not denying, "Yes, I’ve always been thinking about how to get you to resign and stay home, but you just won’t agree."
Suddenly being taken advantage of, Song Qiao widened her eyes, quickly let go of his shirt, and retreated, using one hand to block those lips that were about to continue taking advantage of her, "Speak properly, who gave you permission to kiss me?"
"Hmm? Couldn’t help it." He still looked at her with lowered eyes, one large hand directly grasped her small hand in front of her, bringing it to his lips for a kiss, looking somewhat devout, "You’re my wife, and I’m not allowed to kiss you? Then who are you reserving it for?"
Song Qiao, "..." Do you think I’m some unfaithful type, for anyone to kiss?
Besides, that’s not the main point, okay?
"Young Master, Young Mistress." The staff who had brought them over earlier came directly to the two of them from behind, hesitated for a moment, and still called out to them.
Lu Jingchen released Zuo Yuqing’s hand, yet his big hand directly wrapped around her waist, his gaze landing on the staff, frowning slightly, "What’s the matter?"
Their personal time suddenly being interrupted still brought a bit of displeasure.
Perhaps startled by the unintentional displeasure and coldness Lu Jingchen exuded, the staff couldn’t help but step back, wishing to lower her head all the way to the floor, speaking with a bit of a stutter, "Madam... Madam said dinner is ready, she instructed me to call you."
Song Qiao looked at the maid, who was almost without any color in her face from fear, raised her hand, and pinched the toned flesh on the man’s arm, "What’re you doing? Don’t be so fierce, do you think everyone can withstand that intimidating aura like I can?"
He glanced at her, said nothing, picked up the basket of grapes placed to the side, and wrapped his arm around her waist as they headed to the villa.
...
Song Qiao never expected to meet Zuo Yuqing at the Lu Family, and Miss Zuo was sitting in the living room discussing things with the Lu patriarch. The former displayed a gentle, appropriate smile that felt entirely natural.
The latter, the Lu patriarch... although not smiling, his demeanor was much warmer than before. It was a world of difference from the cold face he previously showed her.
Seeing Zuo Yuqing there, Lu Jingchen’s expression slightly darkened. He directly led Song Qiao over, his gaze cold as it landed on the woman sitting on the sofa they had just occupied, and spoke with some displeasure, "Why are you here?"
Zuo Yuqing snapped back to reality upon hearing Lu Jingchen’s voice, her gaze instinctively falling on him. Yet upon seeing his slightly cold expression, her face turned a little pale, her soft lips lightly pressed together, "I..."
"Yuqing is here because I called her, do you have a problem with that?" Before Zuo Yuqing could speak, the Lu patriarch tapped his cane on the floor, his eyes carrying a hint of anger as he looked at his son, speaking coldly.
Yuqing...
As if they had a great relationship.
Lu Jingchen curled his lips coldly, speaking indifferently, "Wouldn’t dare."
Upon hearing this, the Lu patriarch said nothing further, simply snorted coldly, then stood up and addressed Zuo Yuqing, "Get up, stay for dinner tonight, and if you have nothing to do, you may stay overnight."