The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief-Chapter 838 - 266: Someone Wants to Kill Ning Wan

Actually, during this time, she’s been so busy that her feet hardly touch the ground. After all, she no longer has any power in An City, and is no longer the second miss of the Ning Family like before. Moreover, Ning Yan’er’s status nowadays directly overshadows hers.

Although she has evidence and grounds to sue Ning Yan’er, as soon as they hear that the person she wants to sue is the eldest miss of the Ning Family, those lawyers immediately start with excuses, and more often than not, she gives up.

Of course she wouldn’t bow down to fate, and she certainly wouldn’t give up reclaiming everything that rightfully belongs to her.

"Wanwan." Song Qiao was sitting in the living room, being fussed over by a crowd, her hair slowly being styled up. When she saw Ning Wan, she forced a smile that was more like crying, "You’re here."

Ning Wan walked towards her in high heels and couldn’t help but find it amusing seeing her expression, "What kind of expression is that? Didn’t you say on the phone you were taking wedding photos today?" 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Her eyes landed on several wedding gowns on display, and internally she clicked her tongue; these wedding gowns were evidently expensive, especially with their handmade details and diamond embellishments. Together, these gowns would easily amount to eight figures.

Clearly, there’s so much money that it doesn’t matter to them. So many wedding gowns—how many photos are they planning to take?

Song Qiao pursed her lips, remaining still as someone styled her hair, and spoke with some dissatisfaction, "I was informed all of a sudden about taking wedding photos, with no mental preparation whatsoever. Plus, I didn’t sleep well last night, and there are dark circles under my eyes. The wedding photos taken later will definitely look bad."

A woman only has one chance in her lifetime to take wedding photos, and now she’s not in her perfection state, which makes her feel suffocated.

The hairstylist couldn’t help but laugh upon hearing this, and said, "Mrs. Lu, you’re naturally beautiful, and the dark circles aren’t heavy. Later, they’ll help you cover them with foundation, you’ll surely be the most beautiful bride."

It’s always been said that the wife of CK Group’s CEO is quite stunning, and indeed she lives up to the reputation. As soon as they stepped into the villa, they saw Song Qiao sitting there in a daze. Though not extraordinarily striking, she indeed catches the eye.

Ning Wan also laughed instantly, and stood behind her, jokingly saying, "Darling, how about not taking wedding photos with Lu Jingchen and eloping with me instead?"

Song Qiao, "..." Where’s the comfort you promised?

Meanwhile, a man talking on the phone was coming downstairs, and he happened to hear Ning Wan’s words, his face turning stern as he spoke to the man on the other end, "Xi Mohan, come over and take your woman back."

After a moment of silence on the other end, the man asked, "Is Ning Wan at your place now?"

Lu Jingchen raised his eyebrows but rather than answering, he asked, "Why? Has Ning Wan been giving you the cold shoulder again recently?"

"Hasn’t our relationship always been this way?" The reply was still emotionless.

"Do you think you deserve this?" Lu Jingchen stood at the staircase, not immediately walking down, his gaze falling on the two suddenly laughing women below, his tone however took on a bit of schadenfreude, continuing, "Before, you were uninterested in her, even showing annoyance. Now it’s Ning Wan’s turn to treat you like this—isn’t this a case of what goes around comes around?"

Years ago, he had already advised Xi Mohan that if he truly liked or loved Ning Wan, he shouldn’t always have that dismissive attitude, albeit he had his reasons for it. Nonetheless, Ning Wan treated him with utmost sincerity at that time.

Even he, as an outsider, couldn’t bear to see it, so it’s imaginable how broken Ning Wan felt back then.

On the phone, Xi Mohan suddenly fell silent, and after a long pause, he spoke, "If there’s nothing more, I’ll hang up first. I have a video meeting later."

Although he’s recovering from a car accident injury, work keeps him busy—missing one day equals losing millions or even billions.

Lu Jingchen, "..." Taking good intentions for granted, listen or don’t.

Twenty minutes later, Song Qiao, dressed in her wedding gown, emerged from the changing room on the first floor. Ning Wan stood at the door waiting for her, and upon seeing her come out, was initially stunned by her beauty, then couldn’t help but whistle like a rogue, complimenting, "Darling, you’re simply too stunning; it makes me want to elope with you right now."

The man in the living room, who had changed into formal attire and was reading a magazine while waiting, immediately looked up upon hearing the noise, seeing the woman standing a few steps away, smiling radiantly. He was momentarily dazzled, even a bit dazed, without any reaction.

Staff from the bridal photography company were behind, helping Song Qiao with the gown’s train, smiling as well.

Song Qiao smiled at Ning Wan, then walked to Lu Jingchen, only to see him somewhat frozen. She couldn’t help but touch her face and, with slight unease, asked, "What’s wrong? Do I not look good?"

The man immediately snapped back, his tall and upright figure approaching her, a gentle, doting smile on his handsome face, leaning down to place a kiss on her rosy lips, his voice slightly hoarse, "No, you look very good."

She looked so good that he was momentarily stunned.

"Mr. Lu, Mrs. Lu, the weather outside is perfect now. Let’s go out and start taking the wedding photos." The leader from the bridal shop led the photographers over and said with a smile.

Lu Jingchen responded with a faint "hmm."

...

Everyone who has taken wedding photos says it’s exhausting, and after Song Qiao finished her third set of wedding dresses, she finally understood just how tiring it can be. Her initial enthusiasm was suddenly worn down. Unable to contain it, she complained to Ning Wan, who was handing her water, "Wanwan, I’m so tired, I don’t want to do this anymore."

Moreover, the wedding dress felt heavy on her body, and the sun was blazing now. She was worried she might get heatstroke if this continued.

Ning Wan took a wet wipe and helped her wipe the sweat off her forehead, smiling as she comforted her, "Be good, just three more sets and we’re done. Hang in there."

Watching people take wedding photos and being the ones taking them felt quite different. While standing aside watching them pose, Ning Wan felt it was quite enjoyable.

Originally, it’s seeing the final result of the wedding photos that seemed most beautiful, but now seeing them pose at the perfect spots, under suitable sunlight, was a visual enjoyment in itself.

This was probably because people with good looks provide better visual appreciation.

Lu Jingchen happened to finish discussing matters with the photography company’s leader, and walked over to see Song Qiao with a gloomy face. He went straight to her side, kissed her cheek, and asked, "What’s wrong? Why do you look so down?"

"I’m tired, I don’t want to do this anymore."

For a brief moment, the man was silent, not answering immediately. He looked up at the big sun overhead, finally nodded, "Alright, we won’t shoot anymore today. We’ll finish the rest tomorrow."

Hearing they would be shooting tomorrow again, Song Qiao’s expression instantly turned even worse than crying.

Could she not do it anymore? Damn, it’s truly exhausting.

Nearby, Ning Wan watched the couple, and couldn’t help but laugh as she spoke, "Mr. Lu, taking wedding photos is really tiring, but you don’t need to take so many. If you weren’t satisfied with the ones you took earlier, you can select one that Qiaoqiao likes, finish it, and use it for the wedding later."

Song Qiao immediately nodded vigorously in agreement with Ning Wan’s suggestion, "Really, we don’t need to finish them all. Taking so many will be useless later, wasting time and energy."

The man, remaining unfazed, directly said, "Taking more can be framed and hung in the villa, or made into albums to place in the study room or bedroom. You can look at them whenever you have time."

Song Qiao, "..."

Ning Wan, "..."

They were left speechless.

Ultimately, the two best friends were no match for Lu Jingchen. Song Qiao gritted her teeth and stomped her foot, deciding to finish the remaining three sets today. If she’d suffer tomorrow anyway, better to complete it all today for some comfort afterward.

By the time they finished all the wedding photos, it was already past five in the afternoon, with the sun beginning to set.

After changing out of the wedding dress, Song Qiao collapsed onto the living room sofa, completely exhausted and unwilling to move.

Ning Wan had received a call from the hospital an hour ago and had said her goodbyes before leaving.

Holding a glass of milk, Lu Jingchen walked out from the kitchen, glanced at the woman sprawled on the sofa, raised his brows, and sat down next to her, letting her lean into his embrace. He kissed her cheek, his deep voice imbued with some amusement, "Tired?"

Song Qiao, exhausted, simply produced a small hum, took the milk from his hand, and drank a couple of sips. Suddenly remembering Ning Wan’s expression when she left, she sat up to look at Lu Jingchen, asking, "Didn’t they say Xi Mohan was in a car accident? How did it happen?"

If she recalled correctly, Xi Mohan was a race car driver in his twenties, his driving skills were unquestionable.

Lu Jingchen pinched her cheek, and replied with a calm tone, "He had an accident while saving your dear friend, otherwise do you think Ning Wan would willingly take care of him?"

Hearing this, Song Qiao froze for a moment, then, belatedly, blurted out in shock, "Are you saying someone tried to kill Wanwan?"

"Yes." Lu Jingchen didn’t deny it, "But now there are people protecting her, so don’t worry about anything happening."