The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief-Chapter 242 - 139 Lu Jingchen and Zuo Yuqing Are Now a Thing of the Past
Chapter 242: Chapter 139 Lu Jingchen and Zuo Yuqing Are Now a Thing of the Past
Song Qiao paused in her steps, a surprised expression appearing on her face, and after a moment, she chuckled softly and turned to the housemaid Chen beside her, asking, "Are you saying Ning Yan’er has come to see me?"
Chen was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and nodded, replying, "Miss Ning came over when the gentleman left; he specifically said not to disturb you, so Miss Ning has been waiting downstairs for quite a while."
Song Qiao never quite took a liking to Ning Yan’er. On one hand, it was because of Ning Wan’s relationship, and on the other hand, it was due to Ning Yan’er herself having certain traits she disliked.
Now, unexpectedly, Ning Yan’er had come to her door, which piqued her curiosity somewhat. After all, in her memory, every encounter with Ning Yan’er led to mutual dislike for various reasons.
Since Lu Jingchen left, she had been staying upstairs in the bedroom, tallying it up to over half an hour now.
Descending to the living room with the support of Chen, she had just stepped down the last stair when she looked up and saw two women sitting on the sofa. Song Qiao raised an eyebrow slightly, glancing indifferently at a young girl who looked to be in her twenties sitting next to Ning Yan’er. The girl had a somewhat distinctive appearance, possessing an oval-shaped face, her features arranged with the air of a classical beauty.
She felt a hint of familiarity, but couldn’t quite recall where she had seen her before.
Her gaze moved, settling on Ning Yan’er, who was dressed in a long gown, before turning back to Chen and speaking, "Chen, do we have any floral tea at home? Prepare a cup for me; I’m a bit thirsty."
"Of course, Madam, I’ll prepare the floral tea for you now. Would you like anything else to eat?" Chen nodded and hurriedly agreed.
"No need."
Hearing Song Qiao’s voice, Ning Yan’er and the girl both looked over. Unlike Ning Yan’er’s calm demeanor, Song Qiao caught a fleeting glimpse of animosity in the girl’s eyes as they rested on her.
Song Qiao frowned slightly, but maintained her composure, and without betraying any emotion, made her way over and sat down on the sofa opposite them. She straightened her back a bit, still feeling a little sore, yet her tone remained as usual, with a touch of faint coldness, "Miss Ning, may I ask what brings you to see me?"
After saying this, Song Qiao felt her own tone was excessively polite; after all, she still hadn’t learned how to be the type of bad woman who replies with hostility.
Ning Yan’er looked at the Song Qiao sitting before her, feeling a sense of strangeness. Truth be told, in this world, Ning Wan was the person she hated most, with Song Qiao ranking as the second on her list of dislikes.
Her dislike of Ning Wan wasn’t just because Ning Wan was vying with her for Xi Mohan, but also because Ning Wan naturally carried an air of fearlessness, and with the confidence that emanated from her, coupled with her facial features, Ning Yan’er often felt inferior to Ning Wan.
The reason she despised Song Qiao was twofold: firstly, because Song Qiao was close friends with Ning Wan, and secondly, Song Qiao’s character was too expressive, exacerbating Ning Yan’er’s disdain.
Controlling her facial expression, Ning Yan’er lifted her hand to tuck the hair that had fallen in front of her, her posture containing a bit of laxity and seductiveness, her red lips curling into a pleasing arc as she began, "Actually, I come today to discuss something about Ning Wan..." Pausing, she spoke directly, without beating around the bush or averting her gaze, "Song Qiao, where is Ning Wan now?"
Upon hearing her words, Song Qiao was momentarily taken aback, then found it absurdly humorous. The urge to laugh spread to her senses, making her indeed laugh out, her voice gentle yet firm with three words, "I don’t know."
Ning Yan’er clearly didn’t believe her, her gaze steady, emphasizing each word with certainty, "Song Qiao, I know you know where she is, you’re her best friend, how could you possibly not know her whereabouts?"
In terms of Ning Wan, probably the person who knew her best in this world would be Song Qiao.
If Song Qiao didn’t know, then no one in this world would know Ning Wan’s whereabouts.
Indeed, how could Song Qiao not know where she was? She had people search the entire An City but failed to find any trace of Ning Wan; her whereabouts were completely unknown.
That’s why she was so eager to come and seek Song Qiao, hoping to find out her whereabouts.
Even though she knew that the chances of Song Qiao telling her were slim to none.
However, she must find Ning Wan and then send her far away from An City, so she can’t appear in front of Xi Mohan again.
Madam Chen soon brought over a cup of flower tea. Song Qiao took it and held it in her hands, sipping a mouthful. It tasted good—it was the same flower tea that Ning Wan once brought back for her, saying that it was given to her by a boy who pursued her at school.
At that time, Song Qiao had even scorned that boy. Which guy would gift flower tea when pursuing a girl? Don’t people usually give roses or other truly expensive gifts?
No wonder that guy is single.
It was only after she drank it that she realized this was not just any flower tea. This kind of tea could not be found on the market; others wouldn’t even have the chance to taste it.
Ning Wan did not like to drink tea or coffee, so in the end, it was Song Qiao who had the pleasure of enjoying it.
Still holding the cup in her hand, which wasn’t too hot, she cast her eyes toward Ning Yan’er on the opposite side. A faint smile hung on her face, which seemed incredibly indifferent, "Miss Ning, with what you’ve said, do you not think that there is someone in this world who knows better than me where Wanwan is hiding?"
Ning Yan’er, upon hearing Song Qiao’s words, didn’t react immediately and blurted out a word, "Who?"
Song Qiao’s expression remained cool as she smiled subtly, "Xi Mohan, of course."
The next second, Ning Yan’er’s facial expression changed drastically, while Song Qiao still sat on the sofa with a relaxed posture, the corners of her mouth lifted in amusement as she watched the woman’s hand slowly clench into a fist, her eyes harboring an indefinable glint.
But before Ning Yan’er could speak, the girl who came with her could no longer hold back her patience. She slammed her hand on the table, stood up abruptly, and stared down at Song Qiao, speaking coldly, "What nonsense are you spouting here? My cousin-in-law only loves my cousin; how could he possibly be involved with that slut Ning Wan?"
The girl still awaited Song Qiao’s response, her eyes brimming with fury, yet it was unclear why she was so enraged. She spoke meticulously and with a chilling tone, "Do you think I don’t understand the implication behind your words? Are you suggesting that my cousin-in-law has secretly kept Ning Wan, that little whore, as a mistress?"
Song Qiao raised an eyebrow at the girl, her lips still curved in a shallow smile. She cradled the exquisitely attractive teacup in her hand, slowly relishing the warmth emanating from it, and then lightly laughed as she spoke, "When did I ever say that Xi Mohan was the one hiding Wanwan? And don’t you know? It’s usually only the vile who brand others as such."
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For Song Qiao, Ning Wan has been by her side for years; accompanying her in laughter and tears, riotous fun and playful escapades. She didn’t know since when, but Ning Wan also became her bottom line.
"You..." The girl was angered to the point of alternating between shades of red and black by Song Qiao’s words, but found herself at a loss for words to retort. She could only point her finger at Song Qiao, eyes full of rage, as if she wanted to poke a hole through her.
Song Qiao still smiled, her face unchanging as she spoke, "Little sister, don’t you know that pointing fingers at others is a very rude gesture? Didn’t your mother teach you that?"
"Song Qiao, my cousin is still a child; she didn’t do it on purpose. I apologize to you on her behalf for what was said just now; those words weren’t meant to come out that way." Ning Yan’er regained her usual composure, looking slightly displeased at the girl beside her, she pulled on the girl’s clothes and spoke in a stern voice, "Sit down. I didn’t bring you here to make a scene today. Just sit here and keep quiet."
Song Qiao looked at the two people across from her, yet smiled without a word.
Still a child?
She assessed Ning Yan’er’s so-called cousin, and couldn’t help but tsk-tsk in her mind. With that figure and that posture, how is she still a child?
She’s clearly someone experienced by society.
The girl sat down reluctantly but still managed to sneak a glare at Song Qiao and continued to murmur, "Cousin, why are you so nice to that woman? She clearly knows where that whore Ning Wan is, she’s just not telling you. I really don’t understand how Jingchen could fall for such a woman. Comparing her to Yuqing is like night and day, Jingchen’s taste has truly deteriorated over time."
Hearing the girl’s words, Song Qiao paused while holding her cup, finding it quite amusing. She looked at the pair of cousins opposite her and spoke lightly, "I don’t know why Lu Jingchen married me. If you really want to know, you can ask him; I’m also curious. But I do think that if he didn’t like me, how could he have married me? Don’t you agree? Moreover, the relationship between Lu Jingchen and Zuo Yuqing is a thing of the past. If you came here today to speak for Zuo Yuqing and Lu Jingchen, I’m sorry... my husband is not at home."
