The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief-Chapter 835 - 263: Song Qiao and Song Xi Reconcile Their Differences (Part 2)

Qin Zhe and An Ke’s value has been rising continuously. The two of them are almost famous newcomers in the circle, and her identity as an agent has also started to become well-known in the circle. Just from the calls she received today, half were people recommending themselves to her for representation.

But she rejected all of them.

Bringing Song Xi alone was already enough, and she was not prepared to take on other artists for the time being.

As she was engrossed in her materials, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open with a bang, hitting the wall and making a loud noise, which startled Song Qiao, who was sitting on the bed.

With a somewhat shocked expression, she looked up to see the man walking in from outside the door, already smelling the strong scent of alcohol.

This man... had been drinking?

Lu Jingchen tugged at his tie, his gaze falling on Song Qiao, his footsteps slightly unsteady and frivolous, quickly walking to the bedside. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Song Qiao looked at the man standing by the bed staring at her fixedly, slightly furrowing her brows. She tidied up the materials and script in her hands and put them aside, then looked up at him with a hint of dissatisfaction and said, "You’ve been drinking? Did you drink a lot?"

Lu Jingchen’s thin lips pressed together in silence, his eyes already tinged with a bit of redness. Whether it was because he hadn’t rested well recently or because he drank so much, she couldn’t tell.

Seeing him just staring at her without speaking, Song Qiao touched her cheek with some confusion, asking, "You’re staring at me like this, is there a flower on my face?"

The next second, without waiting for her to react, the man already lunged at her, pinning her down in the bedding.

"Lu Jingchen, what are you doing?" Song Qiao was startled by the sudden action and screamed, "What are you doing? Let go of me, you smell terrible from all the alcohol."

The whole body was reeking of alcohol, permeating her nostrils, making her frown, as she was never fond of alcohol, her tone already filled with displeasure.

The man held her wrist with one hand and her chin with the other, his legs pressing against hers to keep her from moving.

As if just hearing her words, he moved closer and blew on her, "Are you disgusted by me? Hm?"

The strong and unpleasant smell of alcohol from him blowing on her nearly made Song Qiao throw up.

Her face was already showing signs of discomfort. Knowing that struggling was futile, she stopped wasting energy.

She glared at the man in front of her, her tone full of displeasure, "You reek of alcohol. Who else would I be disgusted by if not you? Let me go."

"You’re my wife; you can’t be disgusted by me." The man’s face was dazed with drunkenness, his eyes fixed on her. Without another word, he leaned down to kiss her on the chin and lips, his voice tinged with annoyance, "Only I can be disgusted with you; you can’t be disgusted by me. Besides, I like you so much. You can’t like other men; otherwise, I’ll find someone to cripple the man you like, Qiaoqiao, do you hear me? Don’t like other men... You can only like me..."

Song Qiao, "..." Is this guy really drunk, or does he just seem to be pretending?

Seeing her not responding, the man’s expression of unhappiness and displeasure became increasingly apparent, his grip on her chin tightening, his voice sternly reminding, "Qiaoqiao, do you hear me? Do not like other men, you can only like me..."

Song Qiao let out a cry of pain, feeling as if this man’s grip was about to dislocate her chin, and tears almost fell, "Lu Jingchen, you’re hurting me."

Damn it, can’t he stop squeezing her chin all the time? It’s one thing to squeeze her chin, but can’t he do it without so much force each time?

It was as if her chin had offended him somehow, and the force was so strong that it seemed he wanted to dislocate her chin each time.

Hearing her cry of pain, the man’s hand subconsciously eased but still didn’t let go of her chin. Instead, he leaned in and kissed her, "You haven’t answered my question yet, Qiaoqiao. You can’t not like me or like other men. You can only like me. Do you hear... or I’ll find someone to cripple the man you like."

Looking at the handsome face in front of her, hearing him speak in what seemed like a sulky tone, it suddenly became clear to Song Qiao that he really was drunk.

Otherwise, if Lu Jingchen were sober, how could he possibly speak to her in a tone that seemed like ’coquetry’ and repeat that sentence?

Just as she was about to reply, a phone ringtone suddenly blared out, extremely piercing in the bedroom.

Song Qiao quickly spoke, "My phone is ringing. Let go of me, let me pick up the phone first."

"Don’t pick up." However, the man directly spat out the two words, still pinning her down, not letting her move, "No need to pick up the phone, ignore it."

"Lu Jingchen, if you don’t let go of me, I won’t like you anymore." Song Qiao gritted her teeth, directly looking at him and speaking.

Hearing this, the originally stubborn man looked at her for a few seconds before finally obediently letting go of her hand, yet still pinning her down, not letting her get up.

Song Qiao felt a surge of anger stuck in her chest, picked up the phone, and took a glance at the caller ID, finding it was actually Xi Mohan.

Swiping to answer and putting it to her ear, Xi Mohan’s voice came through from the other end.

"Jingchen drank a lot of alcohol. Cook some hangover soup for him, otherwise he’ll get a headache."