The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief-Chapter 830 - 259: Hand Zuo Yuqing Over to Chu Munan

Chapter 830: Chapter 259: Hand Zuo Yuqing Over to Chu Munan

Song Qiao raised her hand to push him away, but the man seemed to have anticipated it and directly grasped her small hand, restricting her from moving.

The posture inevitably made her feel quite ashamed. She widened her eyes to look at the face almost zero distance from hers. Her heartbeat suddenly felt like it was going to stop, enduring his demand and release.

She didn’t know how long it had been before he finally let her go. His deep, hoarse voice was full of anger, "Want to leave me, divorce me? Who the hell gave you this courage?"

Song Qiao was panting heavily, the deep kiss had nearly left her whole body limp, as if she could barely sit up straight, feeling powerless all over. Perhaps it was also because she was frightened by the cold aura emanating from him, making her involuntarily shrink a bit.

However, despite his cold questioning, she still did not speak, just glaring at him with her eyes. In her eyes, one could vaguely see the anger she was trying hard to suppress.

Facing her eyes, the man’s eyes narrowed, and he opened his mouth and bit her delicate chin, seemingly truly angered, even maliciously slowly applying force. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Song Qiao felt the immediate pain and struggled to push him away, "It hurts, bastard, let me go."

This time, the man let her go but immediately used his other hand to pinch her delicate chin, speaking with some warning, "Know it hurts? Still dare to think about divorce? Hmm?"

Song Qiao couldn’t struggle free, their proximity led to their bodies being pressed closely together. Hearing his words, she smiled faintly and said, "I want to get a divorce, will you agree?"

Lu Jingchen stared at her, his face devoid of any fluctuation, but the force in his hand nonetheless relaxed, still intimately wrapping his arm around her waist, his chest pressed against her soft bosom, speaking in a low voice, "Think no more of divorce. Live well with me, fulfill your role as the Lu Family’s Young Mistress, isn’t that good?"

Pausing for a moment, he looked up steadily at her and said, "There’s really nothing between Zuo Yuqing and me. Maybe you could believe I still have feelings for her. I can’t deny that since I did love her for so many years, but there’s no possibility between us anymore. Now you are the Lu Family’s Young Mistress, she’ll never take your place, okay? Trust me?"

Song Qiao gazed steadily at the man in front of her, speechless for a moment, her pink lips lightly pursed.

Seeing her like this, Lu Jingchen didn’t wait for her reply. She clearly didn’t believe him, what could he do?

He sighed inwardly, tightened his arm around her waist, and said, "Let me hold you. I got sick looking for you, and I still have a fever."

Hearing his words, Song Qiao’s eyelashes fluttered, then she spoke with a low chuckle, "Isn’t your fever because you jumped into the water to save Zuo Yuqing last night?"

When did this have anything to do with her?

She wasn’t about to take the blame for this, right?

The man’s head shot up, looking at her with contained anger on his face, but he spoke, "Are you so heartless? If I hadn’t spent the whole night without changing clothes looking for you, would I have a fever? I jumped into the pool to save Zuo Yuqing, but if you hadn’t gone missing, I wouldn’t be up all night looking for you, then speak sarcastically, I’ll just take you here, we haven’t even tried car sex before."

Song Qiao, "..." Bastard, beast!

...

After driving for over five hours, they finally stopped at the entrance of her and Lu Jingchen’s villa at ten in the evening.

The car door opened, and Song Qiao got out first, nearly stumbling because her foot was numb. Luckily, Lu Jingchen’s hands reached out from the car in time to steady her, but as soon as Song Qiao gathered herself, she shrugged him off and quickly walked into the villa, ignoring the man behind her.

All the way, being tightly held by Lu Jingchen left her back sore and aching, extremely uncomfortable.

"Madam, you’re finally back." Aunt Chen had been waiting without sleep. Seeing Song Qiao return, the worry on her face finally turned to a smile, "It’s good you’re back, good you’re back. Madam, are you hungry? Want me to cook you something?"

Song Qiao glanced at Aunt Chen, pulled the corners of her mouth into a smile, and spoke faintly, "No need to trouble yourself, Aunt Chen, I’m very tired now, just going to go upstairs to sleep."

After saying so, she walked quickly into the villa, her steps swift, as if she was being chased by wild beasts.

Watching Song Qiao’s departing figure, Lu Jingchen’s eyes darkened briefly before he got out of the car.

Seeing Aunt Chen still standing there, he spoke, "Aunt Chen, cook some porridge, and bring it up to the bedroom later."

Upon hearing this, Aunt Chen immediately responded, "Yes, sir, I’ll prepare it right away."

As soon as Song Qiao entered the bedroom, she closed the door behind her. After a moment of thought, she locked the door.

Earlier in the car, she didn’t know how much Lu Jingchen had smoked; the car was filled with smoke and smelled terrible. She couldn’t imagine how the driver and the man in the front endured it for so long.

She grabbed a set of clothes and went straight into the bathroom. When she was with Chu Munan, she hadn’t felt at ease and only quickly rinsed off last night without a proper bath, and now she still felt uncomfortable.

Since she had locked the door, she wasn’t worried about Lu Jingchen barging in, so she confidently went into the bathroom.

However, Song Qiao momentarily forgot about the existence of ’spare keys.’

When Lu Jingchen went up to the second floor, he went straight to the master bedroom. He attempted to open the door but found it locked and squinted his eyes dangerously, instructing a nearby servant, "Go to the study and bring the spare keys."

The servant immediately complied, walked to the study, and soon returned with a set of keys to unlock the bedroom door for Lu Jingchen.

Seeing the door open, Lu Jingchen’s expression improved somewhat, and he told the servant, "You may go back downstairs and rest. Let Aunt Chen know to bring the porridge up once it’s ready."

"Yes, sir."

He walked into the room, glanced around but did not see Song Qiao. Just as he was about to turn and leave, he heard the sound of running water from the bathroom.

Song Qiao took a full half-hour to bathe, not because she was dawdling. She soaked in the tub, washed her hair, rinsed off the foam in the shower, and dried her hair in the bathroom before leisurely emerging.

Upon seeing the man sitting on the edge of the bed, she stopped abruptly, furrowing her brows, and said, "Didn’t I lock the door? How did you get in?"

The man’s expression darkened upon hearing this, and he immediately responded, "This is my room too. Who are you locking the door against? Me?"

Song Qiao mumbled quietly, "If not you, then who?"

Although she spoke softly, Lu Jingchen heard her and couldn’t help but let out an angry laugh, "I never expected that my own wife would need to be on guard against me."

Song Qiao realized her mistake immediately and fell silent, moving to the table to pour herself a glass of water. After taking a sip, she spoke indifferently, "You can sleep in the bedroom; I’ll go to the guest room."

With that, she lifted her foot to leave.

But the man stood up, quickly stepping behind her, embracing her tightly against his chest, "Song Qiao, since when did I say we should sleep in separate rooms?"

The grip on her waist was so strong it hurt, giving her the illusion that he might break her bones. She couldn’t help but furrow her brows, tilting her face up, only to meet his stormy expression.

Her heart skipped a beat, realizing she might have truly angered him. She tried to pry his hand off her waist, "Lu Jingchen, what are you doing? Let go, you’re hurting me!"

Upon hearing her pain, Lu Jingchen loosened his grip slightly but did not release her entirely. His expression remained grim, and he fixed his deep gaze on her face, his jaw clenched, "Who gave you the courage? You talk about divorce and now want separate rooms, hmm?"

Song Qiao’s tightly furrowed brows eased a little, but she gritted her teeth and said, "Don’t you think it might be better for our relationship if we sleep in separate rooms now?"

Upon hearing her words, the man began to tighten his arms around her again, letting out a low, mocking laugh, "I didn’t realize our relationship was such that we needed to sleep apart."

Song Qiao was at a loss for words, struggling to respond; it took her a while before she spoke again. "Don’t you feel that there’s a lack of trust between us, and our relationship is on the brink? As said before, your relationship with Zuo Yuqing isn’t entirely clear. Although I married you for money, over the past year, you’ve made many promises and sweet words. Are you planning to invalidate those as empty talk?"

Song Qiao’s words were sharp and piercing, ringing in his ears.

The man’s expression grew even darker as he spoke in a deep voice, "I told you, it’s not as complicated with Zuo Yuqing as you think. What do you want me to do to set your mind at ease?"

"Let Zuo Yuqing go to Chu Munan."