Too Late to Regret, She’s Now With the Big Boss - Chapter 73

“No, that can’t be right. You must love me… you have to!” Song Yuntao roared in disbelief.

“Believe what you will. Qianqian and I are holding our wedding on the 19th of next month. The invitation has already been sent to the Song family. Stop clinging to my wife.”

As he spoke, Lu Jingchen delivered another kick that sent Song Yuntao flying. Who gave him the audacity to try and steal his wife?

It wasn’t just that Qianqian had never liked this scoundrel; even if she had once loved him deeply, now that she was married to him, Lu Jingchen would never let her go.

A child who has grown up in darkness, once they grasp something that brings them peace, how could they ever bear to let it go?

He hadn’t tried to snatch her away before because Qianqian had been fond of this scoundrel.

Lu Jingchen found Ye Qianqian walking too slowly, so he swept her up into his arms and strode off without a backward glance.

Lu Yao had to jog to keep pace with Bai Lang, the two of them following closely behind Lu Jingchen and his wife.

Panting and out of breath, Lu Yao didn’t have the energy to speak to Bai Lang. She could only steal occasional glances at his profile, each look making her adore him even more.

When would Bai Lang ever carry her like Third Uncle carried Qianqian?

Bai Lang, however, didn’t notice that Lu Yao was struggling to keep up or if he did, he didn’t care.

Song Yuntao lay sprawled three feet away, pain forcing his eyes shut as he desperately tried to recall the three years he and Ye Qianqian had spent together day and night.

In the beginning, he had resented his own immobility and despised Ye Qianqian’s constant fussing over him.

Gradually, he grew accustomed to her care, especially after regaining his mobility, when he realized he didn’t dislike her as much as he thought.

But she only performed her duties perfunctorily, checking his pulse, taking his temperature, never attending to him intimately.

Tasks like bathing him, changing his clothes, or feeding him medicine were all handled by the family’s maid.

It wasn’t that Ye Qianqian didn’t care about him; whenever he feigned pain or played pitiful, she couldn’t help but feel protective.

The woman who had once devoted herself to staying by his side was now lying in another man’s bed…

The thought made Song Yuntao’s blood boil, but even more than anger, he felt regret.

If he hadn’t given her away to someone else that day, would she still be at his beck and call, coming and going as he pleased?

She claimed she had never loved him… how could that be true?

She must have been threatened by that Living King of Hell!

Dove’s pastries were the best in all of Rongcheng, but they required waiting in long lines to buy.

He vividly remembered one time when Ye Qianqian learned he was working overtime and wouldn’t make it home for dinner. She brought an entire box to his office.

But because it came from someone he disliked, no matter how delicious, it only annoyed him.

So, he ate just one piece and shared the rest with his colleagues in the meeting.

To his surprise, everyone couldn’t help but praise and marvel, “Second Miss Ye must be head over heels for Young Master Song. These pastries are so hard to get, each person is limited to one box a day and she gave all of hers to him…”

Hearing their comments, Song Yuntao had felt a flicker of pride. He knew Ye Qianqian loved him deeply.

What Song Yuntao never imagined was that Ye Qianqian had gone with Lu Yao, Song Yunhuan, and a few others that day and bought several boxes.

She had intended to bring them back to the Song residence to enjoy slowly herself. But when Song’s mother saw them and heard her son wouldn’t be home for dinner, she felt sorry for him.

She had the kitchen pack up a few dishes and sent them over to him, along with the pastries.

Mrs. Song was so eager for them to get along better that she directly instructed the servant to tell Song Yuntao that the pastries were sent by Ye Qianqian.

At the time, Ye Qianqian felt somewhat displeased. Why should Song Yuntao get to enjoy the pastries she and Lu Yao had painstakingly queued for?

But back then, she needed to stay at the Song residence to absorb their good fortune, so she swallowed her anger and kept silent. Now, however, Ye Qianqian had long forgotten those trivial matters.

By this point, Lu Jingchen had already brought her home and was fervently kissing her.

After a long while, Lu Jingchen finally asked, “Darling, earlier when you said you never liked Song Yuntao… was that true or were you just lying to him?”

“Of course it’s true! You know my fate was swapped by Xie Yun’s hired hands. If I leave wealthy households, I’ll be plagued with misfortune even drinking water would feel like a chore…”

Ye Qianqian’s words filled Lu Jingchen with guilt. It was all his fault for being so arrogant and not pursuing her sooner!

When he saw Ye Qianqian again, she had just turned eighteen… a blooming flower in the prime of her youth, radiant and captivating.

He had witnessed firsthand the faint blush on her cheeks when she glanced at Song Yuntao, her stunning beauty stirring his heart.

She was his savior, and whenever he looked at her, he saw her through rose-tinted glasses.

So even if Ye Qianqian held only a trace of admiration for Song Yuntao in her gaze, Lu Jingchen would interpret it as deep affection.

That was how the misunderstanding began!

Now, hearing Ye Qianqian’s explanation, he realized just how far off the mark he had been.

Lu Jingchen’s warm, hurried breaths brushed against the nape of Ye Qianqian’s neck, his lips teasingly close, making her shrink back slightly.

His large hand moved from her waist to her abdomen, urgently rubbing over her silk pajamas. Ye Qianqing grasped his hand, feeling his fingers tremble abruptly.

Meanwhile, Lu Jingchen felt as though every bone in his body had gone weak. Ye Qianqian poked his chest muscles and asked, “What are you trying to do?”

Lu Jingchen let out a soft groan, his phoenix eyes glistening and never leaving Ye Qianqian’s face. “Baby, I’m feeling restless…”

“What did you call me? Didn’t you say calling me ‘baby’ was too forward?” Ye Qianqian asked in disbelief.

“Baby, I said we should be reserved in public, but why hold back at home? Baby, you call me that too.”

“Alright, big baby, be good and go cook. Little baby is hungry,” Ye Qianqian said with a laugh, indulging him.

But her small hands began exploring, starting from his neck and Adam’s apple.

Her fingertips seemed electric, sending sparks and tremors through him wherever they touched.

It was too much… Lu Jingchen instantly transformed into a hungry wolf. The smart home system automatically closed the floor-to-ceiling curtains.

The adjustable indoor lights cast a hazy glow, and breaths grew faint and entangled…

Lu Yao followed Bai Lang all the way into the Lanjing Garden Villa but saw no sign of Ye Qianqian. “Assistant Bai, where are Qianqian and Third Uncle?”

“Upstairs,” Bai Lang replied coolly.

“What are they doing upstairs in broad daylight?” Lu Yao blinked innocently.

It wasn’t that she didn’t know why her third uncle had rushed back with her best friend, but she deliberately asked Bai Lang to strike up a conversation.

Bai Lang was indeed highly intelligent, but his emotional intelligence was lacking, he had no idea Lu Yao had feelings for him.

He wanted to say he had no clue, but when he saw Lu Yao gazing at him expectantly, he felt a pang of pity.

He lowered his voice and warned, “Miss Lu, you’d better not go upstairs and disturb them. The consequences are more than you can handle.”

“Assistant Bai, with such a mysterious look, do you know what my third uncle and Qianqian are up to? Will there be serious consequences if I go up?” Lu Yao feigned curiosity, though in truth, she understood far more than Bai Lang.