The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief-Chapter 880 - 299: I Never Said You’re Not My Husband Now
"After all, he and I are still husband and wife." This phrase immediately blocked all of Chu Munan’s reasons for wanting to take her away.
This is probably the most cruel rejection, leaving Chu Munan momentarily speechless...
Lu Jingchen glanced indifferently at the man in front of him, then directly held Song Qiao and walked towards the black Bentley Mulsanne parked not far away, where Assistant Xue had been waiting and immediately opened the car door.
Once inside the car, Song Qiao moved herself to the furthest seat, wanting to distance herself from this man.
But as soon as Lu Jingchen sat in, he reached out his long arms to pull Song Qiao, who wanted to get away, directly into his arms, and without saying a word, lowered his head and kissed those rosy lips...
Perhaps the man’s unexpected move made Song Qiao lose control, her body falling backward, her head hitting the car door behind with a loud ’bang,’ followed by a woman’s muffled groan.
Perhaps that’s when Lu Jingchen realized his actions had been too aggressive, hurriedly releasing her lips, sounding somewhat anxious as he spoke softly, "Why so reckless?"
Song Qiao’s back of the head was a bit sore from the bump, instinctively reaching up to touch it, but before she could, the man’s hand had already covered the spot she hit, moderately massaging it, his deep voice soothing like a lover’s whisper, "Does it still hurt?"
Song Qiao looked up, her gaze directly meeting the handsome face of the man in front of her, clearly seeing his pained yet tender expression. For a moment, she suddenly felt as if the person before her was an illusion.
Especially when she felt the man gently rubbing her aching head, she inexplicably felt bewildered and exhausted, closing her eyes briefly before opening them again, speaking lightly, "I’m fine, you can let go now."
Upon hearing her words, Lu Jingchen’s handsome demeanor momentarily stiffened, but he nevertheless released her head, still holding her in his arms, his voice low and even, his dark eyes like whirlpools enticing one to immerse yet firmly fixed on her face, "Qiaoqiao, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it just now, don’t be angry, okay?"
His forehead even pressed directly against hers, his face displaying an incredibly gentle expression, "I just felt uncomfortable when I heard you calling that man so intimately, which is why I couldn’t help but kiss you like that. I apologize..."
At the front, Assistant Xue had already sat in the driver’s seat and started the car, quietly observing the situation in the rear without daring to speak, striving to be invisible.
Upon hearing his boss’s words, he paused briefly, then instinctively glanced at the rear-view mirror, catching sight of the intimately close couple, quickly retracting his gaze forward, fearing being caught by his boss, which would be unfavorable.
But inside, Assistant Xue’s heart was already stirred with countless waves. Was their boss jealous?
Because Lu Jingchen always masked his emotions well, they rarely saw anything but a cold-faced CEO. Never had they seen him like this.
And Song Qiao was nearly the same as Assistant Xue, having never seen this side of Lu Jingchen, momentarily bewildered, unsure how to react.
The man observed her response, directly holding the somewhat dazed woman tighter in his embrace, positioning her to sit astride his legs, subtly kissing her cheek, his eyes slightly narrowed to hide his smile, his voice very low, "I don’t want you getting too close to Chu Munan. Qiaoqiao, seeing you laughing and chatting with him makes me jealous. You can argue with me, fuss, or hit me—anything—as long as you don’t get too close to Chu Munan, don’t go back to stay at the Mu Mansion, leaving me to go home alone. I’ll agree to anything else you want."
He paused briefly, then added, "Of course, if you want a divorce, I won’t agree to that. Apart from divorce and running away from home, anything else is fine by me."
Song Qiao looked at him, momentarily confused, as if she didn’t recognize the man before her, and after a while, she closed and then reopened her eyes, speaking weakly, "Lu Jingchen, do you think our marriage can be sustained now?"
In this nearly a year, not many things had happened, but their interactions genuinely left her feeling suddenly very tired.
She couldn’t fully understand what this man in front of her thought; only knowing when he wanted to cherish her, he did, and when he wanted to be good to her, he was, but when he didn’t, she shouldn’t expect it.
Living like this, she felt truly exhausted...
Lu Jingchen looked down at her, clearly seeing the fatigue in her eyes, his body momentarily tense, holding her tighter involuntarily. After a while, he returned to his normal expression, ignoring her words, kissed her cheek, and said, "Qiaoqiao, I’m very tired, haven’t rested in a long time, and haven’t had dinner either. Cook dinner for me when we get back, okay?"
Holding her like this was no longer enough for him.
Song Qiao looked at him, finally seeing the severe dark circles under his eyes, indicating he truly hadn’t rested well in a long time. In the afternoon, he only slept two or three hours with her; earlier, Assistant Xue had told her that Lu Jingchen had been working overtime at the company, rarely returning to the villa.
Song Qiao didn’t know what was going on with him and didn’t want to know.
Right now, she didn’t have the energy to stir up anything either. Seeing him like this, she felt a bit pained, finally responding with a silent "Okay."
...
There weren’t any groceries at home; Mrs. Chen hadn’t bought much, as she wasn’t sure how the relations between the husband and wife would turn out at the time.
Moreover, since Song Qiao returned to the Mu Mansion for a week, while Lu Jingchen stayed overtime at the company, seeming almost to have moved into the office, Mrs. Chen dared not buy much for fear of it spoiling.
Lu Jingchen instructed Assistant Xue to drive to a supermarket; An City had many open twenty-four-hour supermarkets, so they wouldn’t worry about finding food this late.
Since it was late, the supermarket wasn’t busy, Lu Jingchen pushing a cart beside Song Qiao, one hand resting on her waist. Though Song Qiao initially resisted letting him touch her, the man remained unmoved—knowing his personality—finally, she ceased struggling, letting him hold her waist, figuring it wouldn’t hurt anyway...
They bought two bunches of vegetables, knowing she’d likely stay at the hillside villa tonight, she bought extra for breakfast tomorrow.
Only when Lu Jingchen glanced at the couple of vegetables she put in the cart did his brows furrow involuntarily, turning to look at the woman beside him, seeing her with an indifferent expression, momentarily felt like she was a confident Persian cat, reminding him of when they first met...
The man’s heart softened slightly, but upon seeing the two bunches of greens, he suddenly became dissatisfied, directly speaking up, "You’re only letting me eat vegetables?"
Song Qiao tilted her head, looking at him, replying blandly, "You can choose not to eat."
Lu Jingchen’s eyebrows furrowed again, visibly more dissatisfied, "But I haven’t had a proper meal in a long time. At noon, we could have had a good meal together, but you upset me, making me skip lunch, and now I haven’t had dinner, and you’d have me eat only vegetables?"
At this point, Lu Jingchen seemed quite displeased, his gaze scanning the surroundings until it settled on the meat section nearby, pulling her over, "Make sweet and sour fish for me, I want to eat your sweet and sour fish..."
Upon hearing Lu Jingchen’s words, Song Qiao’s brows immediately furrowed, suppressing the dissatisfaction and annoyance within, saying, "You want sweet and sour fish at this hour? Why not ask for delicacies?"
"If I wanted delicacies, would you make them?"
Song Qiao looked at him, his face carrying a deep and meaningful smile, angrily gritting her teeth, speaking coldly, "No!"
The man watched her, restraining his temper, speaking gently, "You see, I want delicacies, and you won’t make them for me, and I didn’t pressure you to make them right away. I just want sweet and sour fish; can’t you meet this little request? I haven’t had a proper meal in a long time, and now I am your husband..."
Song Qiao, "...I didn’t say you’re not my husband now."
But that only pertains to now; whether he still will be later is uncertain...
However, Song Qiao didn’t voice these thoughts aloud.
