The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief-Chapter 907 - 319: If I Really Want a Divorce, Will You Agree?_2

There were only the two of them in the elevator. The man, over one meter eighty tall, looked very tall and upright, while Song Xi, at only one meter sixty-seven, appeared quite petite standing beside Chu Munan.

Song Xi looked at her and Chu Munan’s reflections in the elevator mirror. Her hand, resting at her side, clenched and then released. Her rosy lips moved as if wanting to say something, but in the end, nothing came out.

It wasn’t until the elevator stopped on the first floor that she heard her own voice, "Chu... Chu Munan, do you like my sister?"

The elevator doors opened. The man’s long legs wrapped in a suit had just stepped out when he heard Song Xi’s voice. His steps halted involuntarily, yet he did not turn back but did answer her question, "I like her. Is it that obvious?"

Song Xi, "..." Her heart inexplicably ached, and she naturally understood the meaning in Chu Munan’s words.

Chu Munan truly likes my sister...

Suddenly, she felt an intense discomfort in her heart, yet she still managed to put on a rather forced smile, "Yeah, the way you look at my sister is different. It’s easy to see that you like her..."

Chu Munan pursed his lips, said nothing, and with a meaningful smile, strode out toward the hotel entrance.

Watching his departing figure, Song Xi struggled to suppress the discomfort in her heart and quickly followed.

...

Inside the presidential suite, after Chu Munan and Song Xi left, only Song Qiao and Lu Jingchen remained.

Knowing it was just her and Lu Jingchen left in the room, Song Qiao felt as if the atmospheric pressure around her suddenly dropped significantly. No longer holding the cup of water, she placed it directly on the table, then looked up at the man in front of her, "Do you have something to say to me?"

Lu Jingchen stood there, looking down at her small face, noticing that she seemed a bit pale. Her watery eyes appeared to convey a sense of fragility. Suddenly, the anger he harbored earlier because of Song Qiao and Chu Munan coming to the hotel had inexplicably dissipated.

Taking a deep breath, Lu Jingchen’s tone softened somewhat, "Are you feeling unwell? Do you need to see a doctor? I won’t go to the office today, let me accompany you, okay?"

These words, in fact, he always wanted to say but never found the opportunity to do so.

At work, he could fully focus on doing his best, but ever since he discovered Song Qiao’s evasive thoughts about their relationship, every time he sat in his office, in front of the computer, facing documents worth millions or even billions, the face that appeared in his mind was always Song Qiao’s small face.

Sometimes he inexplicably thought of her, wondering if she was eating well, resting well, even if she missed him like he missed her.

He often had an urge to keep her by his side, to have her accompany him twenty-four hours a day.

Yet, whenever those thoughts arose, he would suppress them, not allowing himself to act impulsively.

Hearing Lu Jingchen’s words, Song Qiao was slightly stunned, then immediately shook her head, "I’m fine, no need to see a doctor."

Even if there was something wrong, she would not go to the hospital with Lu Jingchen because she was already pregnant and did not plan to tell Lu Jingchen. If she went to the hospital, he would surely find out.

The man in front of her stopped talking, simply stood there looking at her, his expression unreadable, making it impossible to discern what he was thinking.

Song Qiao kept her head up looking at him, but holding the posture for too long made her neck inevitably feel a bit sore. She shifted her gaze to the coffee table in front of her and said, "If there’s nothing else, you can go back. I’ll rest here a bit longer before returning to the set..."

"Song Qiao..." However, before she finished her words, the man interrupted, calling her name with a tone that still carried a hint of tenderness but also a sense of helplessness if one listened closely.

Song Qiao was stunned, and once again, she looked up at him, her expression clearly waiting for him to speak.

Throughout, Lu Jingchen kept his eyes on her, his expression seemingly indifferent, but the hands at his side involuntarily clenched into fists. After a long time, he continued, calling her name again, "Qiaoqiao, do you really want to divorce me?"

For a moment, Song Qiao felt as if she collided with those deep, unfathomable eyes, unable to resist sinking into them.

The man’s deep and pleasant voice echoed in her ears, as if laced with a hint of sorrow. She blinked her eyes and finally saw the expression on Lu Jingchen’s face clearly, inexplicably feeling that his face showed a semblance of pain.

Suddenly, memories of her understanding of him came to mind. Countless times in her memory, he was always cold, decisive, never dragging things out, nor investing any more emotion than necessary.

She had no idea when she started loving this man. From the moment she married him, there were times of happiness, sadness, and even pain.

After a while, she finally found her thoughts again, moved her lips, and spoke, "If I really want a divorce, would you agree?"