The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief

Chapter 1252 - 627: Sweet, Sweet, a Very Sweet -

Song Nianhuan answered honestly, "Just now, my brother told me, Dad... is what my brother said true?"

Lu Jingchen looked at his precious daughter with amusement, pinched her cheek gently, and instead of answering, he directly asked, "So do you want a little brother or a little sister?"

Song Nianhuan fell silent, lowered her head, and bit her finger thoughtfully for a moment, then spoke with a troubled expression, "Dad, can I have both?"

Lu Jingchen couldn’t hold back and burst into laughter, feeling very pleased, "Alright, Dad and Mom will do their best to give you both a little brother and a little sister, okay?"

The little girl immediately nodded seriously, "Then it’s settled, Dad, you must work with Mom to give me and my brother two younger siblings."

Lu Jingchen also nodded seriously, "Okay, now go play with your brother."

The little girl didn’t disturb her parents any further, gave Lu Jingchen a quick kiss on the cheek, and then happily hopped away.

Song Qiao finished her bath and realized she had forgotten to bring clothes in with her, not even a bathrobe. There were only their towels in the bathroom, not even a bath towel, and she couldn’t just walk out naked.

Although she and Lu Jingchen had been married for a few years and she’d seen him fully undressed countless times, knowing every mole on his body, she wasn’t so thick-skinned as to walk out without clothes.

Thinking it over, she walked to the door, opened it a crack, and called out, "Jingchen..."

Outside, there was no sound or movement. She opened the door a bit wider, poked her head out, and called again, "Jingchen, are you there?"

With a sweep of her eyes, she saw the man standing by the window, seemingly lost in thought. She looked at his back and suddenly found herself a little dazed.

The man held a cigarette in his hand, taking slow drags. Despite their time together, she seldom saw him smoke, knowing he occasionally had the urge but usually did so outside and returned smoke-free.

She had never seen him like this before, with an air of loneliness.

Noticing someone watching him from behind, Lu Jingchen turned to look towards the bathroom and saw a small head peeking out, staring at him. He was momentarily stunned, then extinguished his cigarette in the nearby ashtray and quickly walked over to her, speaking with a gentle yet teasing tone, "What’s up?"

Song Qiao’s face flushed red, and after a moment, she spoke, "I forgot to bring clothes in. Could you go to the closet and get me an outfit, please?"

With her request, Lu Jingchen was already in front of her, his gaze deepening, and his Adam’s apple bobbed.

The bathroom door was frosted, and though it was thick and difficult to see through, one could still make out a vague silhouette.

Thinking of Song Qiao’s words, vivid images of her unclothed, shapely, and fair-skinned figure came to mind unwittingly.

His Adam’s apple bobbed again, his voice turning hoarse. Looking intently at her steaming, reddened face, he took a step forward and asked teasingly, "You’re not wearing any clothes, are you?"

Song Qiao instinctively nodded in acknowledgment.

The man’s smile deepened, and as she sensed danger and moved to close the door, he reached out, grabbed her hand on the doorknob, and slipped inside.

Before Song Qiao could react, Lu Jingchen was already inside the bathroom, and she... without a stitch of clothing, was exposed to his gaze.

"Lu... Lu Jingchen..." Song Qiao covered her exposed body with one hand while the other was held by him, unable to pull it free, her face flushed red as she protested, "What are you doing? Get out..."

Unabashed, the man looked at her exposed body, his gaze deepening, and his voice turned raspy, "Be good, call me husband."

With that, he stepped forward, pulling her into his arms, inhaling the scent of her body wash deeply.

Song Qiao’s face turned even redder, but she shyly and softly called him, "Husband..."

After saying it, she felt as if her tongue was in knots.

The man couldn’t resist and half-carried her to the shower, turning it on, drenching them both.

Lu Jingchen gazed deeply at the woman in his arms, his voice unusually hoarse, "Be good, help me take off my clothes..."

Held close, the water soaked Song Qiao’s hair. Hearing Jingchen’s words, she was rendered speechless for a moment.

Take... take off his clothes?

As a mother of two, she was no innocent girl. She understood Lu Jingchen clearly but blushed deeply.

Seeing her still, Lu Jingchen, unhurried, kissed her gently on the face, his voice raspy and irresistible, "Our daughter asked if we’re getting her a little brother or sister. I asked her which she’d prefer. She said both... Qiaoqiao, since our daughter wants siblings, shouldn’t we give it a try?"

His voice was irresistibly hoarse, eyes full of tenderness and love.

Song Qiao blushed harder, shyly avoiding Jingchen’s kisses, and trembled as she spoke, "But... but Jingchen, you know about your family’s special lineage... don’t be like this, ah..."

He lightly bit her lip, making her gasp in surprise with the sudden pain.