The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief-Chapter 208 - 119: Can you tie a tie? Help me tie the tie.

The butler and servants in the villa wouldn’t dare to come knocking early in the morning to interrupt someone’s peaceful dreams; the only person Lu Jingchen could think of was that woman Jian Xia.

Sure enough, when he opened the bedroom door with a gloomy face, clearly in a bad mood, the first thing he saw was Jian Xia, who was already dressed in casual wear, her hair tied up high, obviously ready for the day.

As the door opened, Jian Xia spotted Lu Jingchen in front of her and instantly put on a smile. But just as she was about to speak, the man’s dark expression frightened her into taking a step back and swallowing reflexively.

"Jian Xia, if you can’t give me a satisfactory reason for knocking on my bedroom door so early in the morning, then wait for me to have you packed off and sent to Bo Leshen," Lu Jingchen said with annoyance and a steely tone in his voice, as if the woman in front of him had committed an unforgivable sin.

Jian Xia, "..." That’s not the way to threaten someone.

Smiling awkwardly, Jian Xia took a moment to form her words before carefully saying, "Actually, it’s nothing much. Just wanting to thank you for all you did last night, and even sheltering me, I thought of cooking breakfast for you this morning. I came to ask what you and your wife would like to eat..."

"We have a maid; we don’t need a young lady like you to stoop so low as to cook!" Lu Jingchen’s voice was laced with displeasure and chilliness, as if the woman in front of him had truly done something appalling.

’Bang’, the door was closed in her face once again.

Jian Xia, "..." Lu Jingchen looks so scary. Could it be that this man has severe morning grumpiness as well? But she remembered clearly, this was the exact time he usually gets up; she had timed her visit so it shouldn’t be a case of him having morning grumpiness.

What Jian Xia didn’t know was that Lu Jingchen’s displeasure wasn’t because she disturbed his sleep, but because she disturbed Song Qiao’s sleep.

...

Song Qiao woke up for the second time to another disturbance; to be precise, she was woken by the man’s kisses.

For a moment, Song Qiao felt as if her breath had been taken away, even struggling to breathe, and involuntarily frowned in her sleep as her hands pushed against the man’s chest.

"Qiaoqiao, time to get up, hmm? Otherwise, you’ll be late for work," the man released her lips, laying on top of her, one arm supporting himself beside her, the other hand pinching her chin, his voice low and attractive, seemingly laced with a hint of tenderness.

With the mention of ’you’ll be late for work’, Song Qiao’s drowsiness was chased away in an instant. Her eyes, still hazy, opened and immediately locked with the man’s amused gaze.

"Lu Jingchen, what are you doing... mmm..." Before Song Qiao could finish her sentence, she was abruptly silenced by the man’s forceful kiss, fingers pressing down on her chin.

Completely pinned down by him, she only then realized their posture was totally man above woman, causing her heart to flutter, with his still forceful kissing technique making her almost want to curl up into a ball.

However, this time Lu Jingchen was just kissing her, not planning to do anything more so early in the morning.

When he finally let go of her, her face was flushed red, her breathing somewhat unstable.

He brushed the long hair from her face behind her ear, and after kissing her cheek once more, he slowly released her with a gentle smile in his voice, "Do you still feel like sleeping now?"

The man’s voice was deep and pleasant, but Song Qiao could hear a threatening undertone in it.

Song Qiao shook her head, her voice as calm as she could muster, "No need, move aside, I need to freshen up."

"Alright, I’ll go change. After breakfast, I’ll drive you to the office, hmm?" He didn’t make it hard for her, getting up and standing on the floor.

Song Qiao didn’t refuse, merely hummed in agreement, and slowly crawled out of the bed, straightening her somewhat disheveled long hair and inwardly complaining that she didn’t know how this man could kiss her before she had even brushed her teeth and washed her face in the morning.

Lu Jingchen turned to get his clothes from the wardrobe and went into the bathroom to change.

Song Qiao sat on the bed for a dozen seconds, then got up, tidied up the covers, and was just about to grab clothes to change into, when the man, having already changed, was looking at her as she stood by the wardrobe, and spoke indifferently, "Bring me a tie."

Song Qiao’s movement to grab clothes paused, she glanced sideways at the man, now out of the bathroom and standing inside the room, and turned to the place where ties were stored, opened the drawer and saw the dizzying array of nearly a hundred ties of various colors, asking over her shoulder, "What color tie do you need?"

As an agent, although she was knowledgeable in this area, she still felt that her taste might not align with Lu Jingchen’s.

Lu Jingchen, pausing from buttoning up his shirt, turned his head to look at Song Qiao, noting that she was looking at him with an expression that seemed still slightly upset.

The man’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his voice was deep, "Choose one yourself, I trust your judgment."

Song Qiao, "..." Mr. Lu, you have too much faith in me.

Reluctantly biting her lip, Song Qiao still began to select among the plethora of ties, and after a while, she picked out a gray one.

Approaching Lu Jingchen, she was about to hand him the tie for him to tie himself when she heard him ask, "Do you know how to tie a tie?"

Song Qiao looked up at him in surprise, meeting those deep, unfathomable eyes and nodded subconsciously, "A little."

She had tied Qin Zhe’s tie when he and An Ke were shooting on location. Although it was her first time helping a man with a tie, her skills were still pretty good. She couldn’t say she was completely proficient, though.

"You tie it for me," Lu Jingchen instructed without giving her a chance to hesitate.

Song Qiao frowned slightly, not moving right away but hesitantly said, "But... I’m not very good at it."

"It’s okay, I believe in you." Glancing down at the indecisive little face in front of him, Lu Jingchen softly ruffled her hair and said gently, "Besides, as Mrs. Lu, helping me with my tie will be part of your daily tasks in the future."

At Lu Jingchen’s words... she found herself inexplicably unable to argue.

Helplessly, Song Qiao complied with his request. She looked at the man who was a whole head taller than her, "Can you bend down a bit? You’re too tall."

It was tiring to tiptoe, especially since he was the one asking for her help with the tie. Naturally, he should bend down.

The man chuckled but did bend down, observing the woman who still had to stand on her toes even when he bent over. He ultimately couldn’t resist ruffling her hair again and gave her a nickname, "Why don’t you grow taller? Shorty?"

Song Qiao straightened up Lu Jingchen’s collar and then placed the tie around it. As she was recalling the steps to tie it, she froze upon hearing his words, then glared at him, dissatisfied, "Are you complaining that I’m short now?"

It was this man who was too tall. Her own height was 1.67 meters, which was considered tall among women.

She had always thought her height was just right, but now she was being called short by this man.

Really... that’s enough.

Although slightly unpracticed, Song Qiao nonetheless succeeded in tying Lu Jingchen’s tie.

Looking at the tie she had tied, a smile finally appeared on Song Qiao’s face, "There we go."

"Hmm, not bad, but you still need more practice," Lu Jingchen said, glancing down approvingly, though he truly wouldn’t shower her with praise; too much praise wasn’t good and could lead to arrogance. freewebnøvel.coɱ

Having always known this man isn’t one to speak sweetly, Song Qiao didn’t take it to heart and obediently retorted, "I understand. Next time, I’ll definitely find another man to practice more."

Lu Jingchen, "..."

His expression darkened instantly.

Find another man to practice?

When he looked up at Song Qiao again, the little lady had already dashed into the bathroom, even locking the door behind her.

...

By the time Song Qiao came downstairs dressed and after washing up, she noticed something off about the atmosphere in the living room.

Looking around, she realized that not only was Jian Xia, whom Lu Jingchen had brought back last night, in the living room, but there was also another man she didn’t recognize.

Song Qiao stepped off the last stair, somewhat surprised to see a very unfamiliar man sitting on the sofa, looking rather ill at ease. Just as she wondered who he was, Jian Xia already turned to her with a smile, albeit a pale one, "You’re up? Are you Jingchen’s wife? You’re so beautiful."

Song Qiao had often received compliments since she was young, but for some reason, she felt somewhat embarrassed when praised by Jian Xia, probably because Jian Xia was also quite good-looking.

Smiling modestly, she glanced at the man sitting not far away, noticing that his expression had darkened again, then turned to Jian Xia with a slightly embarrassed smile, "You’re very beautiful, too."

"Madam, you’re up," Chen Ma greeted Song Qiao with a smile as she came downstairs, "Miss Jian Xia made some breakfast earlier, and the master is in the kitchen heating up milk for you."

Song Qiao responded with an "Oh", now realizing why she hadn’t seen Lu Jingchen when she came down.

Her gaze turned towards Jian Xia, the smile on her face deepening as she said, "You made breakfast?"

Jian Xia nodded. She hadn’t looked at Bo Leshen at all and stood up from the sofa, scratching her long hair embarrassingly, "It’s been a long time since I’ve cooked, so I don’t know if my culinary skills are as good as they used to be. I didn’t know what you liked, so I just made some things."