After Being Reborn, Her Only Mission Is to Love Him-Chapter 199 - What Does He Mean
Chapter 199: Chapter 199 What Does He Mean?
Chapter 199 -199 What Does He Mean?
Pei Huai didn’t get annoyed, but just looked coldly at Xia Wenjin, “Maybe.”
Xia Wenjin, feeling a bit uneasy as she observed the strange demeanor of Pei Huai, quickly composed herself, relying on the current power of the Lu Family.
“Pei Huai, I advise you to know your place, don’t talk too much; otherwise, even though you’re a best actor, I can make you disappear quietly from the entertainment industry!”
Pei Huai heard her words, and it seemed as if he heard a hilarious joke, and he burst out laughing, clutching his stomach.
Make him disappear from the entertainment industry?
Suddenly, his eyes turned icy, and he stared intently at Xia Wenjin, “Fine, I’ll wait and see.”
Xia Wenjin felt a chill under his gaze and didn’t dare to linger any longer, scurrying away dejectedly.
Watching her retreating figure, Pei Huai’s expression grew even more gloomy.
In his previous life, he had died without discovering the mastermind who had killed Xia Wenyan; all who died were just minor figures connected to the case.
He hadn’t expected to have a chance to do it all over again. This time, he was determined not to let Xia Wenyan fall victim to villains.
Such a kind-hearted person as him deserved a better future.
Pei Huai remembered the time just after he had reincarnated; many things were different from his previous life.
He had joined this variety show to investigate the people around Xia Wenyan.
However, he discovered that the people invited by the production team were different from his last life.
Especially… Lu Zhaozhao.
This woman hadn’t even appeared in the entertainment circle in his previous life.
And in his previous life, the woman by Xia Wenyan’s side had been Xia Wenjin.
He had already begun to suspect her, but unfortunately, he was arrested before he could catch her.
Now, there were too many mysteries for him, but the one thing that hadn’t changed was Xia Wenyan.
Still as naive as in his last life.
But this time, he would protect him properly…
The temperature had been dropping for several days, and the rain outside the window was sporadically mixed with hail.
Song Sinian stared out of the car window, lost in thought, when Zhao Xi’s voice brought him back.
“Sir, your wife has been looking for you recently; she seems to have something urgent to discuss with you.”
These past few days, Song Sinian had been on a business trip outside the city, yet his mood was unusually off.
To be precise, ever since the last trip to the film set, Song Sinian’s state had been poor.
The obvious dark circles under his eyes made Zhao Xi worried.
Song Sinian looked up at Zhao Xi and instead of answering, he asked, “Is she doing well?”
“…”
Zhao Xi didn’t know how to respond to Song Sinian.
To say Lu Zhaozhao was “not well” would definitely lead to criticism.
To say Lu Zhaozhao was “fine” would surely mean their master wouldn’t return home.
As he hesitated, Song Sinian already turned his phone back on, displaying the anonymous message he had received last night.
Inside were photos of Lu Zhaozhao and Yin Zhuhai together.
There was also a photo of the two apparently kissing, yet upon closer inspection, one could tell the photo was staged.
Song Sinian was aware of this, but… he feared that one day these photos might turn real.
He had previously thought it didn’t matter whether Lu Zhaozhao loved him or not; as long as he kept her trapped by his side, he could possess her for a lifetime.
He had never had her before, so he hadn’t aspired to anything.
But now, Lu Zhaozhao was too good to him, so good it made him anxious, feeling like it was all a dream.
He feared waking from the dream, and that Lu Zhaozhao would choose someone else without hesitation.
Zhao Xi’s fragmented words reached Song Sinian’s ears, but he couldn’t take them in.
Lack of sleep over the past few days had left his head in a constant fog.
His head ached terribly, and he was even less inclined to think about these matters.
The black sedan wove through the rain and soon arrived at the hotel where he was staying.
Song Sinian opened the hotel room door as usual.
When he changed his clothes and walked into the presidential suite’s bedroom, he saw Lu Zhaozhao in a bathrobe, her small feet swinging as she lay on his bed.
Was this another hallucination?
Song Sinian raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, but the annoyance didn’t subside at the sight of Lu Zhaozhao.
Instead, the burning sensation in his chest grew even worse.
“Mr. Song,” said Lu Zhaozhao, seeing that Song Sinian had no reaction. She flipped over and sat up on the bed, planning to have a proper conversation with him,
especially about him using the business trip as an excuse to leave home!
Lu Zhaozhao’s eyes shimmered as she watched his tall figure approach. She pursed her lips in dissatisfaction, about to say something, when his towering form suddenly pressed down on her.
She was caught off-guard and pinned down on the bed by Song Sinian immediately.
Then rapid kisses, tinged with irritation and urgency, sought to pry open her small mouth.
Lu Zhaozhao was almost amused by Song Sinian’s actions.
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What did he mean by this?
He made her angry and didn’t plan to explain, just went straight for a kiss?
Although Lu Zhaozhao was angry, she had missed him these past few days.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have begged her older brother to find out which hotel Song Sinian was staying at.
“Song, Mr. Song…” Lu Zhaozhao’s small hand pushed against Song Sinian, and she barely managed to turn her head away, “I, I want to talk to you, um…”
Before she could finish, Song Sinian silenced her again.
Irritated, he grabbed the hand she was resisting with and pinned it above her head, as if his actions were voicing his discontent.
She was forced to let him draw from her.
“May I…”
His hoarse voice struck her eardrum, causing Lu Zhaozhao’s heartbeat to skip, making her feel almost uncontrollably drawn to him.
Even though this guy had the upper hand, now at the critical moment, he was unexpectedly asking for her opinion.
Lu Zhaozhao was already very upset, her small head fuming as she muttered discontentedly, “No.”
Her tone was soft, yet it carried an absolute refusal.
Song Sinian lowered his head and tenderly nuzzled her neck, placing delicate kisses along her throat.
It was like he was coaxing or pleading as he spoke again, “I will treat you well, very well.”
His breath fell on her collarbone, delicately marking several bite marks there, then he murmured softly, “Don’t leave me…”
Lu Zhaozhao’s heart suddenly clenched; she suddenly seemed to understand the reason Song Sinian had been avoiding her.
She turned her head to look at Song Sinian, who looked noticeably more haggard than the last time she saw him.
Lu Zhaozhao felt an unbidden softening of her heart. She gently rubbed her small face against his, replying in a tender voice, “I won’t leave you. All I want is you.”
“…”
It seemed like Lu Zhaozhao’s confession startled Song Sinian; he suddenly stiffened.
Then, he began to mock himself. Was it really because he was sleep-deprived that he had gone mad?
He was even forcing someone to agree to such an impolite request in a hallucination.
His Zhaozhao was so kind-hearted; if he became a bit more despicable, could he exploit her sympathy to firmly bind her to him?
Song Sinian’s dark eyes suddenly drooped, thinking of her bright eyes possibly filled with disappointment made his heart ache tremendously…
