The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief-Chapter 869 - 289: Song Qiao, Try Crying Again and See What Happens

It seemed like the woman’s tearful voice brought the man back to his senses. He opened his deep-set eyes and saw Song Qiao’s face already covered in tears. The hand that had just unbuttoned one of her buttons froze. After a moment, he forced down the impulse in his heart, sat up, and held her on his lap, letting her straddle him. His deep stare rested on her tear-streaked face, and he let out a barely audible sigh.

He lifted his hand, using his thumb to meticulously wipe away her tears. His voice remained low but was tinged with a hint of hoarseness, "Why are you crying? I didn’t actually do anything to you. Are you scared now?"

At this moment, Song Qiao was focused only on crying, and didn’t have the time to pay him any mind. The tears streamed down like they were free, accompanied by her sobs that filled the small car interior.

Assistant Xue, who was driving in front, glanced back through the rear-view mirror. He felt a strange constriction but dared not make a sound, feeling a sense of sympathy for their female boss.

The past few days, their boss had been in a bad mood, an exceptionally bad mood. Every day he looked gloomy, causing the entire company to be on edge, worried about making any mistakes and being caught by the Boss.

The entire company was in turmoil. Previously, a few employees made small mistakes and were unreasonably fired by the Boss.

After taking a glance, Assistant Xue turned his head and concentrated on driving, afraid of making a mistake and being implicated.

Song Qiao continued crying with no sign of stopping. Feeling like the more he wiped, the more there was to wipe, the man’s face darkened. He suppressed his anger, his voice growing sombre, "Song Qiao, if you dare cry again, I’ll do you right here."

This sentence seemed to have an effect. Song Qiao, who had been crying non-stop, instantly halted her sobs, though the tears kept falling, her lips tightly pressed.

Crying was better; this silent tear-streaked appearance made her seem even more pitiable, as if the man had committed a grievous and unforgivable act against her.

With a helpless sigh, Lu Jingchen finally succumbed to the woman’s tears, reaching out to continue wiping them away. He pressed her head against his chest, his voice no longer dark but tender, "Don’t cry, I’ll apologize, it was my fault earlier. I shouldn’t have been harsh with you..."

Song Qiao didn’t know if she was exhausted from crying or for some other reason, but being hugged and comforted by the man, she fell asleep shortly thereafter.

The woman didn’t respond. The man looked down at her to find she had fallen asleep.

Assistant Xue glanced at the couple behind, carefully slowing down the car to keep it as smooth as possible, preventing disturbance to the sleeping female boss.

Lu Jingchen gazed at the face he hadn’t seen for a week, one he missed intensely every night, staring at her exhausted sleeping face. He brushed away the strands of hair sticking to her tear-stained face, his gaze softening.

His eyes fell on the dark circles under her eyes, his gaze darkened, watching her intently for several minutes before sighing again.

A half-hour later, the car stopped at the entrance of what he and Song Qiao called home. After parking, Assistant Xue got out to open the car door.

Lu Jingchen carefully stepped out, holding Song Qiao, ensuring she was undisturbed as her head rested against his chest.

Once out, he quietly instructed Assistant Xue, "Postpone all afternoon meetings."

Assistant Xue paused, realizing their Boss didn’t plan to go to the company in the afternoon, promptly acknowledged his understanding. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Yet, recalling something, he hesitated briefly before speaking, "Boss, what if Miss Murong comes looking for you?"

Lu Jingchen halted, Murong Rui flashed across his mind, his gaze deepened, answering, "Find an excuse to dismiss her, and have more bodyguards at the villa this afternoon. Also send a few to the Mu Mansion; make sure no one disturbs Elder Mu and his wife’s life."

"Understood, Boss."

Lu Jingchen said no more, carrying Song Qiao straight into the villa.

Aunt Chen was wiping a vase in the living room. Hearing the doorbell, she got up, glanced through the peephole, and saw Lu Jingchen standing outside. She quickly opened the door, ready to speak, but saw Song Qiao already asleep being carried in his arms.

Aunt Chen was momentarily taken aback, then a gleeful smile appeared. She gently spoke, "Sir, you’ve returned with Madam. Would you like me to prepare lunch for when she wakes?"

Lu Jingchen acknowledged softly, didn’t bother changing shoes as he carried Song Qiao. He walked on the floor leaving no marks, his voice plain, "Also make some soup and a few dishes she likes."

Aunt Chen agreed immediately, then remarked, "We’re low on groceries, I’ll go out for more now."

Without more words, Lu Jingchen carried Song Qiao to the bedroom upstairs.

He rarely slept at the villa recently, sometimes staying at the company.

A couple of nights he parked outside the Mu Mansion, staying through the night, leaving for the company at dawn.

With Song Qiao absent, the house felt lacking, lifeless. The bedroom retained the wedding-day decor: red duvet, red pillows, the floor cleared of peanuts, dates, and candy. Their wedding photo hanging on the wall, a picture-perfect couple.

He gently placed her in the master bedroom, tenderly laying her on the bed, pulling the red duvet over her.

Song Qiao seemed uncomfortable, stirred but didn’t wake, adjusted position and continued sleeping.

The man lingered, sitting by the bed, eyes fixed on the small cheek he missed deeply, before rising, noticing bruises on her once fair arm.

He recalled angrily pulling her earlier today, unaware of his grip, his anger creating those bruises.

His brows furrowed, he turned and fetched a first aid kit from outside.

...

Awaking, Song Qiao felt her eyes uncomfortable, swollen. Her consciousness was not fully awake; she instinctively tried to rub her eyes, but felt a restriction, prompting force, and the hold tightened.

Suddenly chilled, she jerked her eyes open, faced with a sleeping handsome face inches away.

The familiar scent filled her nose, she stared bewildered, slowly realizing who lay before her.

She tried to move, the man’s arms anchored her in place, suddenly squeezing tighter, his previously closed eyes opening.

His deep-set eyes filled with sleepiness, his soothing, low voice sounded, "Awake? Hungry?"