The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief-Chapter 817 - 249: She’s My Wife, Not Yours

After Lu Tianming finished speaking, the call was directly hung up.

Lu Jingchen looked at the call that was just ended, his face darker than ever, resembling an Asura straight out of hell. It felt like if Lu Tianming dared to do anything to Song Qiao, he wouldn’t mind disregarding this father-son bond.

Actually, Lu Jingchen didn’t have deep father-son feelings for Lu Tianming. From the age of two until he was nine, he grew up with his foster parents and was only brought back by Lu Tianming at the age of ten. Even though Lu Tianming and Xu Qian tried to make up for it when he first returned to the Lu Family, at that age, he was already quite sensible. Thus, he didn’t have much attachment to the two people who suddenly appeared and claimed to be his biological parents. The relationship was cultivated slowly later on.

Yet, many things happened afterward that gradually wore away these feelings.

Especially when his foster parents died suddenly because of the Lu Family, Lu Tianming’s indifference further obliterated that bit of affection.

This led to a seemingly irreconcilable relationship between him and Lu Tianming now.

Picking up his coat and car keys, Lu Jingchen walked out of the office. When he passed by Assistant Xue’s office, he instructed, "Postpone all meetings tomorrow and arrange another time. If there are any important documents, take them directly to the vice president to sign. I won’t be at the company all day tomorrow."

Now that Song Qiao had been taken away by the old man of the Lu Family, things wouldn’t be solved that easily. He wasn’t afraid of the old man, just worried that he might use some tricks against Song Qiao.

Assistant Xue was startled. Although he didn’t know exactly what happened, seeing the unpleasant look on his boss’s face, he quickly responded, "Yes, President."

Due to the adjustment of work hours, Song Qiao’s company finished an hour earlier than CK Group. So even after Song Qiao got off work, Lu Jingchen and the others were still working, which was why he didn’t pick her up to go home together.

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Inside the Lu Family Mansion, Song Qiao sat nervously on the sofa, looking vigilantly at the old man across from her, her lips slightly pursed in silence.

Xu Qian wasn’t home today; she might have gone shopping or traveling. Since Song Qiao walked through the door half an hour ago, she hadn’t seen Xu Qian, just this old man in front of her.

Looking at the old man, Song Qiao had no idea what Lu Jingchen’s father intended to do by bringing her here just to sit.

Song Qiao was getting uncomfortable, secretly grumbling whether this old man had too much time on his hands and had brought her here just to stare blankly at each other.

For thirty minutes, she’d just been sitting there while the old man leisurely drank tea, a completely different scene...

"Young Master, you’re back." The butler’s respectful voice came from outside.

Hearing the butler’s voice, Song Qiao immediately straightened up, though she actually wanted to stand up. However, the atmosphere was too serious, and with the old man’s eyes glancing over now and then, she didn’t dare to be overly emotional. Even if she was excited, it was only in her heart and she dared not show it.

Yet, even her slight movement was noticed by the old man.

Lu Tianming took a sip of tea, let out a cold huff, and sarcastically remarked, "Miss Song, do you think you’re worthy of my son?"

Song Qiao, "..." felt utterly aggrieved. Who could endure the feeling of sitting on pins and needles as she had for so long?

Pulling at the corners of her mouth, Song Qiao smiled faintly and directly replied, "Mr. Lu, I know you have your reservations about me, but it was your son who married me. If you want me to leave him, you can have your son personally divorce me. If he divorces, I naturally won’t continue to cling to him."

Hearing this, the old man’s mood didn’t improve; instead, his face darkened further. He sneered angrily and said, "You’re pretty confident. Do you think my son won’t divorce you? He’s just temporarily interested in you; once his interest fades, see if he won’t dump you."

Song Qiao’s mouth twitched, feeling that the old man was oversimplifying things. She had considered divorcing Lu Jingchen several times, but he never agreed, even tormenting her more in bed, making her afraid to bring it up again now.

Because she had her back to the door, when Lu Jingchen entered, all she could hear was the steady footsteps approaching from behind, along with Lu Tianming’s oppressive gaze, making her not dare to move rashly.

If they don’t end up divorced, Lu Tianming, after all, is her father-in-law. Saying or doing something now might worsen his impression of her.

Silence was the best response, even though her impression wasn’t good to begin with.

Seeing Lu Jingchen enter with a dark face, Lu Tianming took another sip of tea, then sneered coldly, "I thought you’d never come back to this home."

Lu Jingchen stopped, his gaze landing on Lu Tianming, his voice deep, "You brought my wife here, so naturally, I have to come to take her home."

The man’s tone was not good, as the father-son relationship was already strained, so naturally, the tone wouldn’t be pleasant.

"Your wife?" Lu Tianming’s suppressed anger flared up, as he forcefully placed his teacup on the table—fortunately, the cup was sturdy enough not to break—his voice full of anger, "I, Lu Tianming, have not acknowledged her entry into the Lu Family yet."

Lu Jingchen’s expression remained indifferent, "She’s my wife, not yours. Even if you don’t agree to her entering the Lu Family, so what? Song Qiao is still my wife, Lu Jingchen’s wife."

Song Qiao kept trying to sit upright, although she didn’t turn back to look, she knew Lu Jingchen was standing not far behind her. Hearing Lu Jingchen’s words, she couldn’t help but feel a burst of excitement.

Her hands, which were initially resting on her knees, began to tremble uncontrollably. Unknowingly, she clenched the hem of her dress tightly.