The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief

Chapter 614 - 117: Are you angry because I didn’t come home for dinner tonight?_2

Hearing the dissatisfaction in Song Qiao’s tone, Lu Jingchen remained unruffled and hooked the corner of his mouth slightly, with a slight raise of his eyebrows, "Jealous?"

Song Qiao retorted, "I don’t have the leisure and mood for that. If every day I’m either angry for you or jealous, then this marriage is really too exhausting. We might as well get a divorce..."

At the latter part of what Song Qiao said, Lu Jingchen’s eyes darkened, filled with shattered emotions. His handsome face turned somber, and with furrowed brows, he said, "Qiaoqiao, don’t let me hear the word ’divorce’ again."

Song Qiao’s eyes held a cool smile as she touched her cheek, her face serene, her voice still gentle and soft, "Well, if you say not to talk about it, then I won’t. Didn’t you say to get up and eat? How can I eat like this?"

The man’s dark eyes flickered with emotion as he stared at her facial expression, "Qiaoqiao." He called her name, knelt on one knee amid the bedcovers, his shirt already somewhat wrinkled, but he seemed not to care. He bowed his head and tenderly kissed her forehead, his voice steady and calm as a tranquil lake, yet with a hint of a sigh, "Don’t casually mention divorce again in the future. You’re married to me now, I’ll treat you well, okay?"

Treat her well?

Song Qiao wasn’t sure whether their marriage would truly last forever, or if it was just a fleeting impulse, with them parting ways after it passed.

In fact, from the beginning of their marriage registration until now, she had never been sure.

Initially, there might have been some fond imaginings, but after Zuo Yuqing appeared and seeing Lu Jingchen with Zuo Yuqing on several occasions, those imaginations gradually settled down.

Song Qiao’s smile remained on her face as she lowered her eyes slightly. Her gaze rested on the floral-patterned blanket, which neither looked particularly feminine nor masculine. After a while, she raised her eyes to look at the man in front of her and said calmly, "I got it. Go take a shower. You reek of alcohol; it’s disgusting."

Now... She didn’t need to add more troubles for herself by thinking too much.

The man lowered his gaze to observe her for a while, trying to detect any anomaly in her face, but all he saw was a shallow smile.

After a moment, he uttered a word of agreement, stood up, and said, "I’ll go shower first, okay? Remember to finish all the porridge. You didn’t eat much for dinner, only had soup, and that easily leads to hunger."

Lu Jingchen’s voice was filled with tenderness. Hearing it, Song Qiao felt a prickling sensation in her heart, which took quite some time to calm down. "I know, go take your shower. I’ll finish it."

It was not until Lu Jingchen entered the bathroom and the sound of water splashing could be heard that Song Qiao glanced towards the bathroom, then softly pursed her lips, slowly got out of bed, picked up the bowl of porridge, and set it on the coffee table by the sofa in the room where she sat down and began to eat slowly.

Fifteen minutes later, Song Qiao was still eating her porridge leisurely, not able to eat more quickly as it was too hot.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped. Less than a minute later, the bathroom door opened, and the man, wearing only a towel, stepped out with wet hair.

As Song Qiao ate her porridge, she glanced at him and said evenly, "The hairdryer is in the bathroom. Why didn’t you dry your hair?"

Lu Jingchen walked directly to the sofa next to Song Qiao and sat down, taking a nearby towel in a very matter-of-fact way, "Wait for you to finish and help me blow dry it."

Song Qiao, "... You blow dry it yourself. I want to sleep after I finish the porridge."

She had not rested well for the past few days and just wanted to lie in bed and sleep for the whole day.

Did this man really think women had the same physical and mental energy as men?

Bowing her head, she continued to eat her porridge gracefully. Knowing that Song Qiao liked to eat side dishes, Lu Jingchen had asked Aunt Chen to prepare a small dish for her.

Looking at the woman’s face, Lu Jingchen realized at some point her eyes had dark circles. Thinking over the past few days, he indeed had been too hard on her, not letting her rest properly.

Three minutes later, the sound of the hairdryer came from the bathroom. Song Qiao put down the bowl which she had already finished, glanced at the bathroom, then started to tidy up the things on the coffee table and prepared to take them out of the bedroom to the kitchen.

As soon as she opened the bedroom door, she was startled, her hands trembling and almost dropping everything to the ground.

Jian Xia’s hand was still in the motion of knocking. The sudden opening of the door gave her quite a scare, but when she saw Song Qiao standing at the entrance, she couldn’t help but be stunned for a moment.

Two women, one standing inside and one outside, one in a bathrobe and one in a nightgown—it was a somewhat eerie sight.

Song Qiao, facing the woman who suddenly appeared before her, was at a loss for words for a moment, instinctively looking in the direction of the bathroom. After a while, she finally heard her own voice trembling lightly, "Are you the woman Lu Jingchen brought back tonight?"

It was obvious at a glance that the woman in front of her was not a servant, and both in appearance and temperance, she seemed like someone with status or background.

Jian Xia lowered her hand, her face immediately taking on a smile, and nodded, "My name is Jian Xia, hello."

Wearing a bathrobe and looking like she had just taken a bath, it wouldn’t have been possible for this woman to show up out of the blue without Lu Jingchen’s permission.