The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief

Chapter 612 - 116 Now that I think about it, I really feel like a fool_2

Jian Xia used to visit the Lu Family often, so Mrs. Chen also knew Jian Xia.

Upon seeing Jian Xia, Mrs. Chen’s face immediately lit up with a smile, "Miss Jian, long time no see. Please wait a moment, I will have the maid prepare a room for you immediately."

"Alright, I really appreciate it, Mrs. Chen."

"It’s nothing, it’s no trouble at all." As Mrs. Chen spoke, she brought a pair of slippers for Jian Xia to change into, then called two maids over to tidy up the guest room.

"Sir, Miss Jian, would you like something to eat? There’s still food in the refrigerator, madam didn’t eat much," Mrs. Chen said upon returning, handing Lu Jingchen and Jian Xia a glass of water each.

"Hmm, go prepare it," Lu Jingchen said while sitting on the sofa, rubbing his forehead tiredly before glancing upstairs and then asking, "And madam?"

"I saw madam go back to her bedroom quite early; she should be resting now." Standing to the side, Mrs. Chen immediately responded with a smile, "Tonight, madam specially prepared several dishes sir likes to eat, but unfortunately, you weren’t here. Madam seemed to have little appetite, she only ate a bit before going up."

Lu Jingchen paused while drinking water, his eyes flickered with unnameable emotions, but he quickly recovered and finished his drink, then said, "It’s okay here, just reheat the dishes and then you can go rest."

Glancing at Lu Jingchen’s expression, Mrs. Chen did not speak further; she nodded in agreement and withdrew.

Once Mrs. Chen left, Jian Xia took a few sips of water and then looked at the man across from her, clicking her tongue and said, "Lu Jingchen, I can’t believe your luck, to marry such a thoughtful wife. Ah, suddenly I really want to meet your wife and ask her if she regrets marrying you. If she does regret it, she should divorce soon. I know many capable young men..."

Lu Jingchen put his glass on the coffee table, his expression unchanged, his voice deep, "Jian Xia, I don’t mind calling Bo Leshen right now to have him take you back."

So she would stop saying things that make people uncomfortable.

Jian Xia, who has been eloquent from a young age, often hits where it hurts most in conversations, sometimes even pointing out the most uncomfortable truths, truly making people itch with the urge to strangle her.

Upon hearing Lu Jingchen’s words, Jian Xia quickly shut her mouth, making a zipping motion with her hand.

Knowing Lu Jingchen for so long, Jian Xia knew he was a man of his word. If he really got annoyed enough to call Bo Leshen, she might as well just walk several hours back to the city center herself.

The last person she wanted to see now was Bo Leshen.

Ten minutes later, Mrs. Chen reheated all the dishes and then called Lu Jingchen and Jian Xia.

Entering the dining room, Jian Xia saw the five dishes and one soup on the table, seemingly untouched. As she pulled out a chair, she couldn’t help exclaiming, "Mrs. Chen, you didn’t redo the dishes for us, did you?"

Mrs. Chen shook her head and smiled, "These were all left from dinner, madam said you might want to eat something when you came back in the evening."

Lu Jingchen glanced at the five dishes on the table, all were his favorites and looked untouched. He sat down and asked Mrs. Chen, "Didn’t madam eat much?"

Mrs. Chen thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Madam had only a small bowl of rice and then stopped, though she did have two bowls of soup."

At that time, Song Qiao stared at the table of dishes for a few minutes before sitting down; Mrs. Chen, standing outside the dining room, saw clearly that she only had a small bowl of rice, obviously lacking appetite.

Naturally, Mrs. Chen assumed that madam had no appetite because sir hadn’t come home for dinner.

Lu Jingchen’s hand holding the chopsticks paused, his voice still low but with a hint of a playful tone, "She’s upset because I didn’t come back for dinner?"

"Sir, I wouldn’t know about that."

At the time, Song Qiao seemed normal, but Mrs. Chen was also very aware some people keep their emotions hidden deep inside rather than showing them on their face.

She dared not jump to conclusions, so she could only say that.

"Prepare some porridge, I’ll take it up to her later." After thinking it over, Lu Jingchen still considered that Song Qiao had only had so little in the evening, she would surely get hungry quickly, so he instructed Mrs. Chen.

"Ah, alright sir." Mrs. Chen quickly smiled, nodding eagerly, then went back into the kitchen.

Jian Xia didn’t stop with either her chopsticks or her mouth, tasting this and that. After a while, she finally found time to raise her head and look at Lu Jingchen, laughing as she said, "Who would have thought that in my lifetime, I’d see you considerate of another woman besides Zuo Yuqing."

This made her even more curious about what Lu Jingchen’s wife looked like.

Lu Jingchen did not respond to Jian Xia, so he did not say anything, casually and composedly picking up vegetables with his chopsticks to eat.

...

Half an hour later, Lu Jingchen, carrying a tray, entered the bedroom. Only a dim bedside lamp was on in the room, and within the large bed’s bedding, a small lump was slightly raised.

Turning on the room’s crystal light immediately, Lu Jingchen walked to Song Qiao’s side of the bed, placed the tray on the small bedside table, then slightly bent over to lift the quilt covering her, leaning down to gently pick up her petite body. His thin lips kissed her cheek and chin, then lingered by her most sensitive ear, his voice deep and rich, "Qiaoqiao, wake up and have some porridge first, then you can sleep again, okay?"

Song Qiao was sleeping somewhat hazily, and suddenly feeling herself being lifted, she instinctively reached out to push and started dodging around, her voice blurry, "Go away..."