The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief-Chapter 980 - 379: Song Qiao and Lu Jingchen Meet

From another perspective, no matter who gets dragged into the police station, not knowing what crime they’ve committed, and with no one paying attention to them, who would have an appetite to eat anything?

Moreover, from a young age, she’s always been afraid of entering a police station, and she has a certain psychological shadow regarding this place, which made her feel uneasy from the moment she entered here.

Most importantly, after bringing her back here, those people confiscated her phone and luggage, leaving her unable to contact anyone. After giving her some food, they ignored her, further turning her initial unease into growing agitation.

At this moment, the originally closed office door was suddenly opened from the outside. Song Qiao instinctively jerked her head up to look towards the door but immediately froze, motionless.

At the doorway stood a man in a suit, his tall and upright figure almost blocking the scene and light from outside.

How did Song Qiao feel upon seeing this man again?

You could say she could hardly believe they were meeting like this again; or perhaps, she felt a bit dumbfounded.

Was she ready to meet this man? Definitely not.

As soon as Lu Jingchen opened the door, he saw Song Qiao seated on the only single sofa in the office. Although there was no obvious change in his expression, his eyes suddenly tightened, and the hand holding the phone at his side clenched so hard it almost deformed the device.

Looking at the woman seated there, if not for the familiarity of her face, he almost couldn’t connect her with the woman from his memory.

Compared to five years ago, Song Qiao seemed more mature and more charismatic. The previously smooth and straight long hair had now been changed to large wavy curls.

The two remained silent for a moment, one standing at the door and the other sitting there, quietly meeting each other’s gaze.

Song Qiao felt extremely uncomfortable under the man’s gaze, furrowing her brows slightly as she seemed to recall something. Her expression changed, and she stood up.

Wearing high heels, she walked straight to the door and spoke faintly, "Excuse me, please step aside."

However, the man didn’t move, still quietly gazing at her. After seemingly taking enough of a look, he curled his lips into a slight smile and began to speak, "Mrs. Lu, after traveling for five years, have you missed me and our son?"

Upon hearing his words, Song Qiao was momentarily stunned, but quickly regained her composure, unfazed, and responded coolly with slightly parted red lips, "Sorry, Mr. Lu, we’ve already divorced. I haven’t been Mrs. Lu since five years ago. Please call me your ex-wife or Miss Song!"

The man, now more mature than five years ago, took a step forward, his deep eyes fixed on her, seemingly unconcerned with her words. He raised his hand to grab her arm unexpectedly, pulling her into his embrace. His voice was soft yet slightly seductive as he spoke, "I haven’t signed the divorce papers, nor have I completed the procedures. Where’s the ex-wife? Come on, let’s go back and discuss raising our children and having a second one..."

Song Qiao looked at the man before her and finally understood why she had suddenly been brought into the police station, feeling angry and tempted to take off her high heels to throw them at his head.

Her expression turned colder as she spoke through gritted teeth, "Lu Jingchen, have some decency! Even if you haven’t signed the divorce agreement, I can still go to court and file for divorce after five years of separation. This marriage has been dead in the water for five years. Get out of my way..."

After saying this, she reached out to push the man in front of her.

Lu Jingchen grabbed her reaching hand, holding her even tighter in his arms. With a quick step, he turned with Song Qiao, moving directly into the office. His other hand, previously holding a phone, had at some point already placed it in his pocket, and he swiftly closed the door.

When Song Qiao realized what was happening, she found herself pinned against the door, unable to move. This made her face turn green and pale due to their overly intimate and inappropriate position...

Suppressing the anger within her, Song Qiao resisted the urge to curse, reaching out with force to push the man in front of her, only to realize her long period of hunger left her too weak to exert much strength, making her more frustrated, "Lu Jingchen, let me go. If you keep this up, I’ll take you to court."

Damn it, does he really think I’m that easy to bully, getting handsy at the slightest disagreement?

Lu Jingchen gazed at the woman close to him, the sensation of warmth and softness in his arms. The familiar scent from Song Qiao made him feel like lush grass was beginning to sprout in a previously barren place in his heart, calming the earlier restlessness.

This feeling hadn’t been there for the past five years.

Even though he had tried to forget Song Qiao and be with other women, he still couldn’t.

Lowering his head near her, his thin lips softly parted as he spoke, "Song Qiao, you left five years ago. Why return now? Since you’ve returned, you must know that I won’t let you go easily, especially when... we have a son..."

Upon hearing the words ’son,’ Song Qiao’s expression changed. One purpose of her return was to see if her son was well, if Lu Jingchen had been good to him, and whether he knew that she was his mother.

After all, he was a piece of flesh birthed from her body. Even though she had a daughter by her side, Song Qiao had missed her son dearly over these past five years.

There were even moments when she regretted giving her son to Lu Jingchen, to the Lu Family...

Her lips moved, wanting to say something, but dizziness overcame her, forcing her to close her eyes momentarily. She found herself unable to resist, with her body turning weak, before everything went black.

Lu Jingchen intended to say more, but before he could, he saw the woman before him suddenly close her eyes, her body going limp. Had he not been holding her waist, she might have collapsed to the ground.

Seeing Song Qiao faint, Lu Jingchen’s heart turned chaotic, kneeling on one knee to cradle her in his arms, urgently speaking, "Song Qiao, Song Qiao, what’s wrong? Wake up..."