The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief-Chapter 881 - 300: Living Apart Too Long Is Not Good

Cooking a meal doesn’t take too long, but it’s not exactly quick either. Right now, Song Qiao just wants to have a good sleep, so that she won’t overthink things. So, she really doesn’t plan to help this man with dinner.

But even if she’s not planning to make him a meal, it depends on whether this man agrees. After buying some greens, they passed by the meat section, and Lu Jingchen pulled her over to the refrigerator to pick out meat, even asking someone to help him choose a fish and have it prepared.

Song Qiao, "..." Suddenly regretted coming with him. Could she just go find Chu Munan and go back to the Mu Mansion with him?

In the end, when they checked out, the shopping cart was filled with various fruits, vegetables, and meat, bought in quite quantities. Song Qiao looked at the items in the cart and didn’t say anything.

Buying so much, she’s not worried they’ll go bad, after all, there’s Aunt Chen in the villa, who naturally prepares meals for Lu Jingchen.

...

When they got back to the villa, it was already eleven-thirty. After Assistant Xue dropped them off, Lu Jingchen told him to head back, only asking him to remember to come by tomorrow morning.

Song Qiao didn’t hold any of the shopping bags, all of them were with the man, nor did she forcefully grab them to carry herself, she walked expressionlessly towards the villa.

In the end, the man’s face was too thick, and his skills in pestering too formidable, Song Qiao didn’t say anything, and simply entered the kitchen to prepare dinner for him.

Actually, her mood wasn’t great now; the man’s performance tonight took her by surprise, she had never seen Lu Jingchen in such a good mood tonight.

She even clearly saw Lu Jingchen acting cute towards her, speaking softly.

He didn’t really need to act like this; she was already used to that man with a mercurial temperament, but she didn’t say it.

Probably even if she did say it, it would only provoke that man’s displeasure, and it wouldn’t be of any benefit to herself if he turned into that full-of-rage man.

The kitchen was meticulously clean, utensils and tableware neatly arranged—Aunt Chen tidied up like this every day.

During lunchtime, Aunt Chen told her that these days, Lu Jingchen hardly ate a single meal at the villa, so she came by only to clean the rooms and wash kitchenware, almost having nothing to do, so bored she was about to grow mold.

Lu Jingchen carried the shopping bags inside, three full bags containing various fruits, vegetables, and meat, plus several packs of snacks that Lu Jingchen specially bought to put in the cart, just in case Song Qiao wanted to eat them and worried there would be none.

In the man’s heart, he thought Song Qiao was really moving back to live with him, and even if she was unwilling to move back, he had countless ways to make her live with him.

How long has it been since he held her to sleep? Lu Jingchen almost forgot what it felt like to hold her in his arms during sleep.

Entering the kitchen, he saw her washing a pot, as if he was witnessing a scene of a cozy home life; in his heart, originally a barren prairie, grasses suddenly began to grow wildly.

Putting down the shopping bags, he directly walked to the woman, hugged her waist, conveniently taking over the frying pan she was washing, letting the faucet wash away the suds inside the pot, his deep voice very pleasing, "Qiaoqiao, move back and live with me from today, okay?"

The man’s voice was just too gentle, making Song Qiao’s heart skip a beat, but her body also became somewhat stiff in an instant. After quite a while, she slowly spoke a few words softly, "I don’t want to."

Upon hearing her words, the man’s body couldn’t help but tense, but quickly returned to normal. She didn’t want to, and he wouldn’t allow it.

"We are husband and wife, Qiaoqiao." The gentle, hoarse voice whispered directly close to her ear, the hug tightening involuntarily, "Long-term separation is not good, even more so because we’ve just held the wedding not long ago. By then, gossip will surely spread, Qiaoqiao. You don’t want it, but have you considered what would happen if you still don’t move back to live with me? Do you know how such gossip could evolve? Possibly, even your grandfather will be affected."

He patiently explained, "The Lu Family has a big business, a century-old foundation all here, naturally not afraid of such things. But have you thought about if those rumors directly target your grandfather and the Song Family? Including Song Xi, who is slowly starting to develop, all will be affected."

The man’s voice and demeanor were just too gentle, almost never seen before, but his words were like a knife starting to cut her rationality and nerves bit by bit.

These issues, Song Qiao indeed hadn’t considered. For the past few days, she simply didn’t want to see Lu Jingchen, didn’t want to join his world, nor let him intrude into her world.

Seeing Song Qiao suddenly fall silent, Lu Jingchen knew his words had taken effect. After kissing her cheek, he sighed slightly, then said, "Go upstairs and take a shower, I’ll make dinner, finish up and come down, I will be ready soon."

He actually preferred to eat the meal Song Qiao personally cooked for him, but now seeing her like this, it seemed unlikely she’d prepare any food.

...

After directly heading to the second-floor bedroom, Song Qiao walked into the bathroom and took a shower. Throughout the twenty minutes she spent showering, she kept pondering over this matter.

Lu Jingchen prepared three dishes and one soup, neither too much nor too little, just enough for the two of them to eat together. After he finished cooking, he waited quite a while in the dining room but didn’t see Song Qiao coming down for dinner. Extinguishing the cigarette in his hand, he stood up and walked upstairs.

The lights in the master bedroom on the second floor were not turned on, pitch dark. Originally, Lu Jingchen thought Song Qiao wasn’t in the bedroom, but after thinking for a bit, he decided to open the door and turn on the lights. Indeed, he found a woman who had fallen asleep directly on the bed.

At this moment, Song Qiao had already showered and changed into pajamas, which were quite conservative in style. The room didn’t have air conditioning on, only the floor-to-ceiling window doors open, so Song Qiao lay directly on top of the bedding and fell asleep, her small face looking somewhat pale.