The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief-Chapter 836 - 264: Why Does She Feel That Xi Mohan and Lu Jingchen Are the True Love?

Chapter 836: Chapter 264: Why Does She Feel That Xi Mohan and Lu Jingchen Are the True Love?

Song Qiao held the phone and looked at the man right in front of her, listening to Xi Mohan’s unhurried voice on the other end.

Why at this moment did she have a feeling that Xi Mohan and Lu Jingchen were the true loves?

The man pressing down on her still had his gaze fixed on her, noticing the odd look in her eyes, and couldn’t help but knit his brows. His voice, touched with a bit of intoxication, grew hoarse, "Whose call is it?"

Song Qiao looked at him, her expression one of a half-smile, "It’s your family’s Xi Mohan."

Xi Mohan, on the other end of the call, heard this clearly, and his expression darkened immediately, even showing signs of gradually turning black.

Since when did he become someone’s property, referred to as ’your family’s Xi Mohan’?

Lu Jingchen slowly squinted his eyes. The window in the room hadn’t been closed, and the evening breeze blew in, making his already drunken and muddled brain even more so. His eyes landed directly on the delicate face of the woman in front of him, snatched her phone, and threw it to the ground, his voice displaying a hint of displeasure, "He’s not from my family. Only you are from my family. Qiaoqiao, you’re my wife, and he’s not..."

Song Qiao was pretty aware of Lu Jingchen’s alcohol tolerance, but seeing how completely drunk he looked today, she couldn’t help but wonder if he had set a new record for himself, getting so wasted that he drunkenly passed out.

She found his words somewhat amusing, pushed him gently, and said directly, "If you want him to become your family, it’s not impossible."

Isn’t there a phrase that’s quite popular online?

Something about how ’same-gender relationships are just for passing on the family name, while opposite-gender ones are true love.’ When Ning Wan first saw this phrase, she even jokingly said what kind of phenomenon it would be if Lu Jingchen and Xi Mohan got together, and they even fantasized about it for a while.

Xi Mohan on the other end of the call was just about to hang up when he heard this and his face turned as dark as a pot’s bottom. Without the slightest hesitation, he simply ended the call.

As he hung up, he had already written the name Song Qiao in large characters on his mental blacklist.

Lu Jingchen, hearing Song Qiao’s words, also looked displeased. He shook her chin with his hand, which made her face quiver, and said, "When did you learn to be so naughty... hmm? Was it that woman Ning Wan who taught you?"

Song Qiao frowned slightly at his actions, displeased, and pushed his hand away, saying, "Let go of me, get off me, it’s uncomfortable being pressed down."

He was tall and heavy, and now that he was pressing down on her, she felt like she could hardly breathe, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.

Lu Jingchen did let go of her chin, but he didn’t get up. With his peach blossom eyes slightly dazed by alcohol, he gazed at Song Qiao for a while, then buried his face in her neck and rubbed gently, his voice carrying a trace of muffled sound, "Be good, wife, don’t make a fuss, I’m tired..."

Who’s making a fuss?

Song Qiao’s face immediately darkened, and without a word, she directly pushed the man off her.

Perhaps because he was drunk, he didn’t use much strength to hold her down, and Song Qiao easily pushed him away.

With quick movements, she climbed off the bed and jumped off, speaking to the man on the bed, "If you’re going to sleep, take a shower first, do you not mind the smell of alcohol all over you? I’ll get Aunt Chen to cook you a sobering soup; I’ll sleep in the next room tonight."

She hadn’t forgotten that their relationship was still lukewarm. While she had decided not to trouble herself over that man and Zuo Yuqing’s affair anymore, she was still the Lu Family’s Young Mistress, and the necessary semblance of appearances had to be maintained.

In public, she wouldn’t make a scene and would still manage to act lovingly with Lu Jingchen, but that was just for show. In private, at this moment, she constantly warned herself to stay away from this man.

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, watching her standing by the bed. He moved slightly, trying to sit up by supporting himself on the mattress, but the intoxicating effects made his head spin, and he remained laid out on the bed.

After giving him a glance, Song Qiao walked straight out of the room.

It was only a little past ten at night. Aunt Chen usually hadn’t gone to bed yet by this time. Heading down to the living room and going to Aunt Chen’s room on the first floor, because Aunt Chen was an old servant, she stayed in the main building rather than in the small building next to the villa designated for other servants.

She walked straight to the door and knocked, and the door soon opened. Aunt Chen saw Song Qiao standing at the door in her pajamas and immediately said, "Madam, you haven’t gone to bed yet at this hour? Are you hungry and want a snack? I’ll make you something..."

"Aunt Chen, I’m not hungry." Song Qiao pulled at the corners of her mouth, revealing a faint smile, and interrupted her, continuing, "I don’t know where the ingredients for the sobering soup are kept in the house, so I’m bothering you to cook a bowl and bring it to the master bedroom later."

Aunt Chen was taken aback for a moment, then quickly stepped out, asking with concern, "Is the gentleman drunk?"

Song Qiao nodded, "Aunt Chen, please go make the sobering soup, I’ll go back upstairs."

"Yes, ma’am, I’ll go right now."

...

Song Qiao didn’t return to the master bedroom; instead, she went straight to the study. After being troubled by Lu Jingchen like this, she had lost all desire to sleep.

Currently, she still shared a study with Lu Jingchen. Everything in the study was arranged meticulously; even the items on the desk were placed neatly, all as per Lu Jingchen’s requirements.

Just after she opened her laptop and watched a movie in the chair for over ten minutes, the study door was knocked on, the force so great that the door echoed with ’bang, bang, bang,’ or perhaps it could be said it wasn’t knocking but pounding on the door...

Slightly furrowing her brows, she pressed the pause button. She could directly conclude that the person knocking outside was not Aunt Chen, but the man, Lu Jingchen.

After hesitating for a moment, she still stood up and walked to the door to open it.

As expected, the man outside, freshly showered and in a robe, probably had too much to drink, as he still appeared drunk even after bathing.

Seeing Song Qiao open the door, the man paused his hand that intended to keep knocking, then placed one hand on her shoulder, "Wife... it’s late, let’s go back to sleep."

Song Qiao sidestepped, her hand still holding the door frame, avoiding his hand that wanted to rest on her shoulder, and stepped back, "Lu Jingchen, what on earth do you want? Didn’t I just tell you that I’m sleeping in the guest room tonight? If you want to sleep, go by yourself, don’t disturb me."

The woman’s voice was already tinged with displeasure, and her gaze was even more dissatisfied when she looked at him.

The corridor’s light was soft, directly shining on Lu Jingchen. His handsome face was flushed due to drunkenness, and he looked at Song Qiao, "If you want to sleep in the guest room, I’ll sleep with you. Why are you being so fierce with me?"

Her, fierce to him?

Song Qiao only felt as if dozens of alpacas were galloping through her heart.

What the heck, when was she ever fierce to him? She was just speaking very ’righteously’ with him.

His eyes slowly squinted again, but he calmly stared at her, "Wife, we are husband and wife, we should sleep together. Besides, I like you so much; you can’t let me sleep alone, I won’t be able to sleep..."

Facing a drunken man, she felt mostly helpless now. After thinking for a while, she still persistently spoke, "But I want to sleep alone tonight."

"But I don’t want to sleep alone. You’re my wife, and I want to sleep with you." Her persistence was met with even greater persistence from him.

Song Qiao only felt her head throbbing, holding back the anger in her heart, almost suppressing her emotions as she spoke, "Lu Jingchen, have you forgotten we’re still in a cold war phase? I don’t think it’s good for us to sleep together; it’s better to sleep in separate rooms for a while."

Upon hearing Song Qiao’s words, Lu Jingchen was momentarily silent, his gaze still fixed on her, as if he were in thought.

Song Qiao thought her words had worked. As she was about to continue speaking, her wrist was suddenly grabbed, and the next second, the man pulled her over with enough force that before she could react, she was already being carried in a princess hug.

Her hands instinctively wrapped around his neck, her eyes slightly widened in surprise, desperately suppressing the anger in her heart, through gritted teeth, "Lu Jingchen, what on earth do you want? Put me down."

The man glanced down at her, his thin lips compressed without speaking, his steps a bit unsteady, but he held her firmly, ensuring she wouldn’t fall, and walked straight to the bedroom.

Once they reached the bedroom, Lu Jingchen directly placed her on the bed, pulled the covers over her, and before she could struggle, he also lay beside her, hugging her tightly with both arms and legs, uttering two words, "Sleep."

Song Qiao glared at him. She cursed in her heart, but when she saw the dark circles under his eyes and the fine stubble on his chin, the words stuck in her throat, unable to be spoken.

Recently, this man had been leaving early and returning late. For almost a week, she hadn’t really seen him, because he always came back after she had fallen asleep, and by the time she woke up, he had already gone to the company.

Aunt Chen had also told her that these days Lu Jingchen left the house around six and went to the company without having breakfast at home.

She had been trying hard to control her heart from falling for him, but the truth was she had already fallen for him; she just didn’t want to admit it because of Zuo Yuqing’s existence.

Now, seeing him drunk and looking so exhausted, her heart inexplicably ached.