The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief-Chapter 196 - 112 At first sight, you were a goddess, but later I found out you were a psycho.

Chapter 196: Chapter 112 At first sight, you were a goddess, but later I found out you were a psycho.

Even Qin Zhe and An Ke, upon hearing Song Qiao’s words, looked towards Ji Sifan; the former was composed and unflustered, while the latter seemed somewhat surprised as he looked at him.

Ji Sifan certainly caught the reactions of Qin Zhe and An Ke, but he didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he poured another cup of tea for Song Qiao and himself, took a sip, then lifted his eyes towards Song Qiao, a slight smile playing on his lips as he spoke teasingly, "Are you asking for my help now?"

Song Qiao was taken aback, not immediately grasping the implication behind Ji Sifan’s words. It took her a while to slowly come to the realization.

She narrowed her eyes, her fingers toyed with the teacup she held, her voice carrying a light raspiness without denying the fact, still smiling, "Based on our childhood friendship, you wouldn’t be expecting me to do something for you before you’d help me, would you?"

"If possible, I naturally wouldn’t miss such a great opportunity."

The man’s eyes maintained a constant, playful smile, never diminishing.

From childhood to adulthood, aside from Ji Sifan’s occasionally dreadful behavior when he bullied her, he was actually quite gentle in nature.

When it comes to gentleness, compared to Lu Jingchen, Ji Sifan is truly the embodiment of refined and courteous demeanor.

After all, although Lu Jingchen also gives off that refined and courteous vibe at first glance, when you get to know him better, you’ll find a decisive, ruthless, and aloof temperament that emanates from his very bones.

But Ji Sifan is different; perhaps due to his upbringing from a young age, what one sees most in him from beginning to end is a gentlemanly quality.

Looking at Song Qiao, Ji Sifan found it somewhat difficult to associate the woman in front of him with the skinny little girl from before, if not for that familiar face.

He took a sip from his teacup, then returned the cup to the table before looking at her with a soft, mature voice, "If I don’t agree, are you planning to cut ties with me?"

Song Qiao, "..." Do I look like that kind of person? Although there had been countless times when she had been tempted to cut ties with him due to his bullying, which almost left her with lasting consequences.

With her head tilted slightly, Song Qiao played with her cup on the table with one hand, while casually flipping through the menu with the other, then raised her delicate face towards him, her smile beguiling, "Of course not, how could our relationship end just by simply saying ’let’s cut ties’."

...

By the time Lu An’an arrived, Song Qiao and Ji Sifan had already reached an understanding. Ji Sifan’s family company was going to launch a new product soon and had yet to find a spokesperson, so it was very likely that Qin Zhe and An Ke had already settled on bringing them for an interview in a few days.

Perhaps because Ji Sifan gave off an approachable impression, originally somewhat reserved, An Ke, under Song Qiao’s encouragement, became much more talkative. The sweet-talking girl didn’t take long to start seeking advice from Ji Sifan, who, with a smile, kindly answered her questions.

Compared to An Ke, Qin Zhe was indeed so quiet that he almost seemed to want to be forgotten, sitting there quietly, not speaking unless when he noticed everyone’s tea cups were empty, and then he would help to pour the tea.

Ocassionally, when Ji Sifan’s gaze fell on him and he asked him a question, Qin Zhe would then politely respond.

"Qiaoqiao, who is this?" When the waitress escorted Lu An’an into the private room, the first person Lu An’an saw was not Song Qiao, but Ji Sifan.

Looking at the extraordinarily handsome man in front of her, it took a couple of calls from Song Qiao before she finally came back to her senses and asked.

Suppressing the urge to laugh at Lu An’an’s reaction, Song Qiao introduced them solemnly, "An’an, this is my childhood... um, brother, Ji Sifan... Ji Sifan, this is..."

Before Song Qiao could finish, Lu An’an had already briskly stepped forward, seizing the hand of Ji Sifan who had just stood up, her face full of smiles, cheerfully introducing herself, "Handsome guy, hello, my name is Lu An’an, fresh eighteen this year, still single with no boyfriend..."

"An’an," Song Qiao cupped her forehead, somewhat not wanting to listen further, interrupting her with a laugh and cry, "Are you really eighteen this year? As far as I remember, if I’m not wrong, you should probably add almost ten years to that, right?"

Lu An’an chuckled, still not letting go of Ji Sifan’s hand, embarrassedly said, "What’s wrong with being a fresh eighteen every year?" Then she continued her advance towards Ji Sifan, "Actually, I’m twenty-seven this year, you look about my age, right? Do you have a girlfriend? If you don’t, how about I introduce one to you? If you do, one more wouldn’t hurt, right? What do you think of my looks?"

When Song Qiao first met Lu An’an, she thought of her as a goddess. Later, when she saw her uncontrollable behavior around a handsome guy for the first time, she suddenly recalled a phrase that suited Lu An’an perfectly: ’At first glance, you seem like a goddess; then you realize you’re actually ’goddess-crazy’.’

Lu An’an is obsessed with good looks; she cannot help but approach any handsome man to ask for their phone number, age, home address, marital status... In short, she can’t resist checking their credentials.

As a result, to this day, the company dares not let Lu An’an manage male artists, fearing her temperament might scare them away.

Right now, Lu An’an’s fieriness has resurfaced, not only scaring Qin Zhe and An Ke, but even Ji Sifan, who’s seen the world, was caught off guard. He opened his mouth but said nothing and instead sought help with his eyes from Song Qiao.

Song Qiao was startled by Lu An’an’s boldness as well. Catching Ji Sifan’s glance, it was her first time seeing this man in such a helpless state. A sly twinkle flashed in her eyes and she remained silent.

The message was very simple and crude: deal with it yourself.

However, Song Qiao still underestimated Ji Sifan. After all, after spending so many years abroad and enduring so much, if he still couldn’t handle this, how could he take over the family business?

His expression quickly returned to normal. Ji Sifan looked at Lu An’an, whose eyes were shining brightly, and smiled gently, saying, "My name is Ji Sifan, I am pleased to meet you. My home is also in An City. As for a girlfriend... I don’t have one at the moment. Miss Lu, if you wish to know more, perhaps we could sit down and discuss it further."

Song Qiao, "..."

Why did she feel like this man had become even more scheming than before?

Lu An’an nodded and seemed reluctant as she let go of Ji Sifan’s hand. She promptly sat down beside Ji Sifan and turned to Song Qiao, asking with a brilliant smile, "Qiaoqiao, how come you didn’t tell me you knew such a handsome guy?"

Song Qiao sat down, glanced at Ji Sifan who had returned to his composed self, and naturally replied, "He’s been abroad for several years; we just met today as well."

Lu An’an got the gist and stopped pressing Song Qiao, turning back to chat eagerly with Ji Sifan, attempting to pry information from him.

Ji Sifan calmly poured tea for Lu An’an, sipped his tea with poise, and maintained an elegantly cheerful smile throughout. He was polite yet distant, and adeptly handled Lu An’an’s questions, leaving her without satisfactory answers but also unable to pinpoint any faults.

Throughout the meal, the one who enjoyed it the most was Song Qiao, and all was peaceful.

When it was time to pay, Song Qiao wore a crafty smile and said, "How about I treat you to this meal? I just remembered that I owe you a meal from a few years ago."

Ji Sifan looked at her smile, unpaused in his movements, he pulled out a card from his wallet and handed it to the waiter, saying lightly, "It’s not proper for a girl to pay when going out to eat. You can owe me that meal, and treat me next time I forget my wallet."

Song Qiao knew they would meet frequently in the future, so she didn’t decline and nodded in agreement.

After getting Ji Sifan’s phone number, Lu An’an’s smile never faded. She turned to Song Qiao and asked, "Qiaoqiao, are you going back to the office now? I came by car and could take all three of you back."

"Not right now, I have to take them out for a location shoot this afternoon. I might just go straight home after work."

Lu An’an hummed in acknowledgement. Then, glancing at the time, she suddenly exclaimed, picked up her bag in a rush, and said anxiously, "I’m going to be late, I can’t wait for you. I’ll go ahead."

Like a whirlwind, by the time Song Qiao and co. came to their senses, Lu An’an had already greeted them and left.

Ji Sifan was also standing up now, looking down at her, "Where do you need to go? I can take you. My car is just outside."

Song Qiao was about to decline when her phone suddenly rang. When she checked it, the screen displayed ’Husband’.

She gave Ji Sifan an apologetic smile without declining his offer, "Let me take this call first, and then I’ll trouble you to give us a lift, thank you."

Because he was standing up, he didn’t miss the caller ID on her phone. His eyes darkened involuntarily but he still kept a warm smile, "Okay, we’ll wait for you outside."

Song Qiao hummed a reply and swiped to answer the phone just as the ring was about to end.

"Where are you now?" came the deep, hoarse voice of a man from the other end of the phone, intruding into her ears.

Song Qiao walked to the end of the corridor, her expression calm, looking out the window as she contemplated whether to reply, eventually speaking indifferently, "Outside, just finished eating and about to go to work. Is there something you need?"

Hearing her words, Lu Jingchen was first silent. After a while, he opened his mouth with a hint of a cold sneer, "So, you were eating out with another man?"