"So you mean, you actually noticed that girl liked you just now?"
Lu Jingchen's brows furrowed slightly, obviously a little annoyed by Song Qiao's way of questioning. His clean and handsome eyebrows twisted as he said in a tepid tone, "I'm not blind!"
Song Qiao's eyelashes fluttered as she pressed her lips together, then continued to mutter, "But didn't you obviously set me up to gain resentment just now? What if I go to your company in the future and run into that girl? And what if she goes around telling people in your company that we're married?"
Listening to Song Qiao's soft and whiny voice, the stirrings of emotion in Lu Jingchen were fully soothed. Clearly, her coquettish tone had become a form of flirting, which he was somewhat receptive to. He reached out to pinch her smooth and silky cheek, saying, "It's fine if she said it. After all, you are now the young madam of the Lu Family. Even if you've gained a mountain of resentment, I will protect you well!"
