The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief-Chapter 925 - 331: Chu Munan, I Want to Leave An City

Actually, the main issue lies with her. From the moment she had the thought of divorce, it never left her mind. Later on, when the idea of leaving came up, it was the same.

In fact, Song Qiao cannot be blamed for this. Lu Jingchen is inherently a strong man, beyond anyone’s control or full understanding. Such a man made Song Qiao feel she was unworthy of him.

With her mother’s passing many years ago and her biological father’s complete indifference, she often locked herself in her own world, trying hard to find security within herself rather than relying on others.

At first, Lu Jingchen was indeed very good to her, but later it was also him who treated her poorly. His occasional coldness made her feel extremely insecure. After what Murong Rui said at the wedding, she wanted even more to stay away from him to feel safe.

No one knew that despite her seemingly independent exterior, she was extremely fragile inside. Whenever there was a slight hint of danger, she would retreat into her shell.

Hearing her cousin’s words, Mu Shinian momentarily didn’t know what to say. Her mind was in turmoil, and she lowered her small face without speaking.

Song Qiao wasn’t in a hurry, just sat quietly by his side, watching him without speaking.

After a long while, Mu Shinian finally looked up at Song Qiao and said, "Cousin, I want to go abroad with you."

Actually, although he began to dislike Lu Yulin because of Lu Jingchen, no matter what, Lu Yulin had always been his good brother, and he felt somewhat reluctant.

But... thinking of his cousin, he suppressed that reluctance.

...

For three consecutive days, Song Qiao’s mood seemed no worse than before, but she wasn’t particularly happy either. It wasn’t until lunchtime on the third day that Song Qiao, after eating, said to Chu Munan, "Chu Munan, I want to leave An City."

Chu Munan was drinking water. Hearing her words, he paused, then naturally took another sip, put down the cup, looked at her, and asked, "Are you sure?"

Song Qiao nodded without any hesitation.

The man’s deep gaze fell on her, but she didn’t lift her head, making it unclear what her emotions were. After a long while, he finally spoke, "Okay, give me two days, and then we’ll leave."

Mu Shinian, next to them, looked at Chu Munan, then at Song Qiao, and in the end, said nothing, just lowered his head and drank his soup. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

The night before leaving An City, after dinner, Mu Shinian went back to his room, took out his phone, and found Lu Yulin’s number, but hesitated to call.

Yesterday, he went to see Lu Yulin, and they had a fight, parting on bad terms.

Now, planning to go abroad with his cousin, he wanted to call Lu Yulin but wasn’t sure if Lu Yulin would respond.

After hesitating, Mu Shinian decided to call Lu Yulin, but the phone rang for a long time with no answer until it automatically hung up. He called twice more, but still no one answered. In the end, Mu Shinian gave up, thinking that Lu Yulin was surely near his phone, being a phone-addicted teenager. He simply didn’t want to take his call.

Once this certainty arose in his mind, Mu Shinian felt incredibly uncomfortable.

At this moment, at the Lu home, Lu Yulin sat on his bed looking at the phone that had stopped vibrating, his face full of anger. Without a word, he covered the phone with his blanket, adopting an out-of-sight, out-of-mind approach.

Yet, at that moment, he had no idea that his current stubbornness meant he wouldn’t see Mu Shinian for another five years or hear anything about him. When he finally realized Mu Shinian had really left, regret overwhelmed him.

However... there is no medicine for regret in this world.

...

Chu Munan worked efficiently, delegating everything to his subordinates and handling the move of the Mu Family to Beijing. Song Qiao had just video called Elder Mu the day before, knowing that he was moving to Beijing... Well, to be precise, returning to Beijing, he seemed very happy. Knowing that Chu Munan had taken care of the remaining matters, he left An City and settled in Beijing, waiting for the servants and driver to arrive.

On the day of departure, Song Qiao had already prepared the divorce agreement, choosing to leave with nothing. After all, in the year married to Lu Jingchen, she felt she hadn’t contributed much to the Lu Family. After signing the divorce agreement, she handed it to Chu Munan to deliver to Lu Jingchen.

At An City International Airport, Song Qiao held only a handbag, while Chu Munan pushed a luggage cart with her, Mu Shinian’s, and his own luggage. Mu Shinian looked down at his phone, seemingly lost in thought.

Boarding time was at one o’clock, and it was only twelve-thirty, half an hour before the flight.

"Shinian, what are you thinking about?" Song Qiao turned to Mu Shinian beside her, unable to resist asking.

Mu Shinian snapped back to reality, quickly shaking his head, "Nothing, cousin." He said, putting his phone into his pocket.

Song Qiao knew he was reluctant to leave Lu Yulin but didn’t mention it. Instead, she said, "Once you’re abroad, choose whatever major you like. Your cousin will fully support you."

Next to them, Chu Munan raised an eyebrow. After Song Qiao finished, he added, "If you want to learn how to manage a company, I can help. After graduation, you could try starting and managing your own business. If you lack funds, I don’t mind lending you some, but you’ll have to pay me interest."

Song Qiao, hearing this, turned her head to glare at Chu Munan, saying, "Can’t you be serious?"

Chu Munan chuckled, "Aren’t I being serious?"

For a moment, the atmosphere among the three lightened considerably because of Chu Munan.

...

Meanwhile, at the hospital, Lu Jingchen’s face looked terrible. It had been about a week, and Song Qiao hadn’t really come to see him. According to his subordinates, Song Qiao had stayed at the Mu Mansion all this time.

At the Mu Mansion, not only were Song Qiao and Mu Shinian staying there, but so was that man, Chu Munan.

Learning this, he was almost driven to a murderous impulse.