The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief-Chapter 267 - 160: Lu Jingchen, Let Me Go

Song Qiao sidestepped directly to exit the reception room from beside Ning Yan’er, even when she saw Lu Jingchen coming straight toward her, she chose to walk the other way, quickly heading toward the door, giving off a feeling of fleeing in a panic.

Lu Jingchen’s steps paused, watching Song Qiao’s retreating back as she fled in a panic, his expression darkened, and without further thought, he directly pursued her.

Zuo Yuqing bit her lip while watching Lu Jingchen’s retreating figure, then smiled in self-ridicule with her gaze lowered. She did not follow him, but when she turned her gaze toward Ning Yan’er at the door of the reception room, her expression changed abruptly, and she screamed out loud, "Yan’er."

At that moment, Ning Yan’er felt her mind go blank in an instant, her legs gave way, and she fell toward the ground, hearing Zuo Yuqing’s panic-stricken scream, only to be caught in someone’s arms before she hit the floor.

Xi Mohan directly caught Ning Yan’er, kneeling on one knee, looking at her closed eyes, a pang of fear emerged in his heart, and he urgently called her name, "Yan’er..."

...

Song Qiao ran out of Xi Group’s main entrance. Despite her high heels, the man with long legs caught up with her in no time, his arm grabbed her from behind and pulled forcefully, causing her to crash into a solid embrace, her nose filled with that familiar and intense male scent.

Pausing just for a moment, she stretched out her hand to push him away, her expression not looking great, stubbornly saying, "Lu Jingchen, you bastard, let go of me..."

But the man was unmoved, his large hands holding her tightly in his embrace, one hand even pressing down on the back of her head, his voice low and hoarse with sexiness, "Qiaoqiao, stop moving, let me hold you for a moment."

Song Qiao struggled forcefully, even kicking out at him, gritting her teeth and saying, "Let me go, don’t hold me... Lu Jingchen, if you don’t let go, I’ll start calling for help..."

The man’s eyebrows raised slightly, looking down at the woman in his arms whose face was flushed with anger, he chuckled softly and said, "Hmm? Call for help? What’s wrong with me holding my wife? How do you want to call out?"

"Lu Jingchen, you..." Song Qiao struggled without success, the man held her firm, his grip not so tight as to hurt her, but strong enough to prevent her from breaking free. Thinking of how he walked with Zuo Yuqing just before, how they appeared as a perfect couple, and if she was not mistaken, they even seemed to be talking and laughing together, this made her suddenly feel furious, she spoke jealously, "Lu Jingchen, aren’t you afraid that Zuo Yuqing will see you holding me? Let go of me, go hold your Zuo Yuqing..."

She didn’t consider herself a jealous person, and she was always very clear about her relationship with Lu Jingchen, never daring to hope for too much. But when she saw him with Zuo Yuqing, she still found the scene too glaring for the eyes, wishing she could just go and separate them.

Yet, reason told her that these were not actions she was meant to take, and it reminded her incessantly of that which she had forgotten.

Her marriage to Lu Jingchen wasn’t because of love... but rather, it was a contractual marriage; both of them had purposes for being together.

"Are you jealous?" It was not a question, but a statement. Lu Jingchen looked down at Song Qiao in his arms, the corners of his mouth curling up into a faint smile that made him seem even more handsome and approachable.

Song Qiao was taken aback, then immediately denied with a frown, "No."

"No?" The man chuckled lowly, his hand lifting her chin, and he lowered his head to kiss the corner of her mouth twice, clearly not believing her words.

Song Qiao stiffened, fully aware that they were outside Xi Group, with a street not far away bustling with people. The man, unconcerned with the setting, took the chance to kiss her, causing her face to flush with discomfort and embarrassment. She turned her head trying to dodge, unexpectedly saying, "Lu Jingchen, what are you doing, we are outside..."

The man’s movements halted, he didn’t immediately kiss her forcefully, but neither did he let go of her chin. Smiling, he said, "Embarrassed? Does this mean I can kiss you when we get back?"

Song Qiao, "..."

"Let’s go, we’ll head back now." Without waiting for a response from Song Qiao, seemingly indifferent to her reaction, he simply bent down and hoisted her up horizontally.

Caught completely off-guard, Song Qiao was so startled by the sudden action that she almost screamed, her hands instinctively circling the man’s neck. Once she regained her composure, she immediately started to struggle, glaring at the man in front of her and biting back, "Lu Jingchen, what are you doing? Put me down."

She wondered if she was too sensitive, sensing the stares of the people around them made her want to bury her head in the man’s chest.

In full view of the public, this man simply didn’t care, acting on his whims.

Doesn’t he know that in today’s society, showing public affection is the easiest way to attract enmity?

Lu Jingchen looked at Song Qiao with gentle eyes, patted her bottom, and warned, "Don’t move, otherwise if you fall, don’t blame me."

"..."

Lu Jingchen did not drive here himself, but had his driver bring him over. When the driver saw Lu Jingchen carrying Song Qiao over, he just looked slightly startled before he promptly got out of the car, went to the rear to open the door, and respectfully greeted, "Sir, Madam."

Lu Jingchen hummed indifferently, and directly stuffed the Song Qiao he was carrying into the car, then followed by getting in himself and ordered faintly, "Back to the villa."

"Yes, Sir."

As the car door closed, Song Qiao managed to gather herself and immediately tried to get out from the other side, but someone reacted even faster than her. She was pulled by the hand and tugged into someone’s embrace just as she was trying to open the door, then heard the person who had just gotten into the car instruct, "Lock the doors."

The driver complied immediately.

Song Qiao was infuriated as she had no intention of going back with him. She pulled her hand away from his grip, glaring at him as she bit out, "Lu Jingchen, I don’t want to go back. Open the door, I want to get out."

However, the man gave her a faint glance and then suddenly hugged her waist, rested his chin on her shoulder, nearly putting the weight of half his body onto Song Qiao.

Song Qiao almost fell sideways, barely stabilizing herself. Just as she was about to push the man lying on top of her away, a tired voice reached her ears, stopping her hand mid-air.

"Qiaoqiao, don’t move, I’m very tired, let me sleep for a while."

She pursed her lips tightly, then glanced at the man resting against her shoulder. She was stunned for a moment, gazing fixedly at the handsome face in front of her, unresponsive.

His eyelashes were long, and with his eyes closed, the shadow they cast could be seen, his breathing was extremely steady, puffing softly upon her shoulder, giving her a slightly warm sensation.

She did not know since when, but on that ordinarily flawless face of his, a distinct trace of blue-ish dark circles under his eyes had appeared, his complexion revealing signs of haggardness, hard to detect if one didn’t pay close attention.

Song Qiao coldly observed that handsome face, her heart tightening.

Unsure of when it began, it seemed he had been very busy recently; on many occasions, she had fallen asleep before he returned, and sometimes when she was half asleep, she could hear him entering the bedroom.

Song Qiao didn’t know if he was always busy with the company’s affairs, but she was clear that the old members of the Lu Family wouldn’t make it easy for Lu Jingchen to take over the CK Group. Actually, she wasn’t very clear about this; it was others who had told her.

Nonetheless, what puzzled Song Qiao was why had Lu Jingchen and Zuo Yuqing come to Xi Group today... What exactly was it for?

If her memory served her right, since the incident with Zuo Yuqing at Hua Yi, in her world, she had almost not heard anything about Lu Jingchen and Zuo Yuqing, even Lu Jingchen himself had never mentioned Zuo Yuqing.

Thinking about it, Song Qiao felt perhaps she was overthinking things. These were not what she should be thinking about; all she needed to do was to be Mrs. Lu.

Placing her hands on her knees, no longer looking at the man resting with his eyes closed against her shoulder, Song Qiao turned her gaze out of the car window, watching the scenery flying by in reverse, her mood indescribable.

As Song Qiao turned her head to look out of the car window, the man who had his eyes closed slightly curled his lips into a smile and hugged her waist even tighter.

...

Thirty minutes later, the car stopped outside the villa. When Song Qiao looked towards the man resting on her shoulder, she discovered that at some point, he had opened his eyes, revealing a clear gaze, evidently not having slept at all.

Suddenly, an invisible anger rose in Song Qiao’s heart, and she shoved away the head that was resting on her shoulder, complaining dissatisfiedly, "Why are you leaning on my shoulder if you’re not sleeping?"

She rubbed her somewhat sore shoulder and suddenly felt very aggrieved.

Lu Jingchen straightened up and glanced at her sideways, noticing her furrowing her brows as if in discomfort, rubbing her shoulders. He paused, then put his own hand on her shoulder, even covering hers, and looked at her as he explained softly, "I didn’t stay awake; I fell asleep for about fifteen minutes and then woke up."