The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief

Chapter 719 - 193: Song Qiao Gets Injured

Her waist hurt a bit from the pinch by Lu Jingchen, and almost subconsciously, after introducing herself to Lu Jingchen’s mother, she couldn’t help but glance sideways at him with a glare.

Can’t you pinch a little softer?

Lu Jingchen gently glanced at the little woman in his arms, a faint smile appearing in his eyes, his expression unchanged.

Standing opposite the two, Xu Qian naturally noticed the exchange of expressions between Lu Jingchen and Song Qiao. She tugged at the corner of her mouth, showing a kind smile, and directly addressed Song Qiao, "You both must be tired after such a long drive. The chef is preparing lunch, why don’t you rest here for a bit, and we can eat soon."

Xu Qian, watching her husband’s reaction, couldn’t help but sigh inwardly, but didn’t say much more. She gave Lu Jingchen a few reminders and then went back to the kitchen to see if there was anything she could help with.

Seeing Xu Qian leave, Song Qiao immediately knew that Lu Jingchen’s mother had a good impression of her. She looked up at Lu Jingchen, and with a sly and charming smile silently said, "Your mom speaks so kindly."

Lu Jingchen could neither deny nor confirm, and simply led her to sit down on the couch in the living room, unfortunately right beside Lu Jingchen’s father.

Although Xu Qian had a good impression of Song Qiao, Lu Jingchen’s father had another idea. He snorted with anger, his eyes undisguised in their dissatisfaction and dislike towards Song Qiao.

As soon as Song Qiao sat down, she felt extremely uncomfortable, especially under Lu Tianming’s gaze, which shot at her like cold arrows, making her almost want to hide her head in Lu Jingchen’s embrace.

The old man’s gaze... it was truly terrifying, wasn’t it?

A chill seemed to rise from the soles of her feet, spreading upwards and enveloping her whole body, making her feel as if she might soon turn into an ice sculpture.

Sitting next to Song Qiao, how could Lu Jingchen not feel his father’s strong dislike for Song Qiao, or fail to notice Song Qiao’s fright?

The man’s eyebrows slightly raised, a trace of frost spreading in his eyes, unyieldingly looking straight at Lu Tianming, his thin lips parting in a calm tone, "Father, if you do not welcome our visit, we can leave now. You don’t have to take out all your displeasure on Song Qiao. She is my wife; even if you disagree, that is an unchangeable fact..."

"Lu Jingchen, don’t forget you are still my son, Lu Tianming..." Hearing his son speak so directly, the old man felt a surge of anger in his heart, hitting his cane forcefully on the ground, his gaze towards Song Qiao and Lu Jingchen fiery as if about to spit flames.

Lu Tianming was truly angry...

This was Song Qiao’s first reaction, and it was all because of her that he was angry at Lu Jingchen.

Speaking of which, they were father and son; her presence indeed made the situation more embarrassing for her.

On her way here, she had already thought that neither her family background nor anything else would likely make her likable to Lu Jingchen’s parents. After all, the Lu Family was one of the top families in An City and across the country, ranking high among global tycoons, nearly unmatched in wealth and power domestically.

Although Song Qiao was also from a well-known family in An City’s high society, compared to the Lu Family, her family was a bit cold in comparison; moreover, she was the least favored daughter of the Song Family, merely a title holder.

Thinking this, Song Qiao’s face turned whiter and whiter. Now she was even more doubtful whether marrying Lu Jingchen was a mistake.

Sensing the sudden change in Song Qiao’s emotions, Lu Jingchen’s eyes darkened mysteriously. He had been holding her waist from the start, and now his grip tightened, directly addressing Lu Tianming, "Song Qiao and I have already registered our marriage, and we will have our wedding on the 15th next month. These are facts that cannot be changed. As my father, although I know you may not like Song Qiao, I sincerely invite you to attend our wedding on the 15th next month..."

He paused, his eyes carefully observing Lu Tianming’s nearly furious expression, and continued in an unhurried manner, "However, it’s also fine if you don’t attend. I won’t blame you. The groom’s family needs to be there; I can ask my grandfather to attend..."

"You unfilial son!" As soon as Lu Jingchen finished speaking, Lu Tianming, enraged, picked up the teacup on the table and hurled it at them both.

The situation occurred so suddenly that Song Qiao watched in horror as the teacup flew towards them. She was initially frightened and before her brain could react, her body had already moved. She stood up quickly, wrapped her arms around Lu Jingchen’s waist, and shielded him by positioning herself in front of him. Her voice carried a hint of fear yet was incredibly resolute, "Be careful..."

The cup directly hit Song Qiao’s back, and inside was boiling tea, not only causing her back to ache from the impact but also, given it was summer and she was only wearing a dress, the scalding tea immediately burned her back, making her involuntarily gasp in shock.

It was damn painful and burning, and the sensation was intensely fiery...

Lu Jingchen could actually have dodged it, but he wasn’t as quick as Song Qiao. He could only watch as the cup filled with boiling tea smashed onto her back, soaking her clothes, and himself not only avoiding being hit but also remaining completely dry from the tea.

Hearing Song Qiao gasp sharply, he immediately snapped out of it, promptly helped her up, and asked with a hint of urgency in his voice, "Qiao, are you alright?"

Lu Tianming was furious in that moment, having spontaneously grabbed and thrown the nearest teacup, not expecting that this woman would block it for his son. His expression changed for an instant, with a flash of surprise, but his face quickly returned to its cold demeanor.

He knew his son’s agility; he could have definitely evaded his own thrown teacup, but this woman suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

In his view, Song Qiao was just putting on a show, clearly trying to make a good impression on him.

Song Qiao didn’t know that Lu Tianming was thinking this; if she did, she would definitely spit out blood and spray it on his face.

Putting on a show, her ass! Was she playing with her life as a show? Was she tired of living?

She was very aware of the rules of wealthy families; she had acted to protect Lu Jingchen entirely because her body reacted quicker than her brain, before she even realized it herself.

Now, her back felt like a large area was injured, giving her an urge to cry.

When Xu Qian rushed out after hearing the commotion, she just saw Song Qiao, lips bitten, being supported by Lu Jingchen. Her gaze immediately fell on Song Qiao’s tea-drenched back, with tea leaves still stuck to it, and she was shocked. She quickly approached and asked anxiously, "What happened?" Her eyes then directly fell on Lu Tianming, "Master, why did you need to get physical? Jingchen barely comes home, can’t you talk properly?"

Lu Tianming scoffed coldly, his face still cold, showing no concern for his wife’s displeasure.

Song Qiao’s pain nearly brought tears to her eyes, not only did the impact spot hurt, but her entire back was scorched with a stinging pain from the tea.

Seeing her gritting her teeth and enduring, Lu Jingchen felt a deep, tingling pain in his heart, wanting to carry her horizontally but also fearing touching her burnt area. He spoke, "Tell me where it hurts, we’ll go to the hospital right now... Qiao, hold on, okay? Don’t be afraid, I’m here..."

Xu Qian looked at her son, realizing he had truly changed. Sighing, she quickly summoned the butler to call the family doctor.

Since the elder’s health was not very good, there were always family doctors arranged on the premises, and not just one.

After giving the instructions, Xu Qian looked at her son, who was about to leave with Song Qiao, and said, "Jingchen, I’ve already asked someone to call the doctor over. Take Qiao to your room on the second floor first. The doctor will be here soon."

Lu Jingchen’s expression turned colder, but he listened to his mother, gave a slight nod, and then glanced coldly at his father — a look as chilly as ever, immediately lifting Song Qiao gently, careful to avoid her back injury, and headed upstairs.

Although it had been a long time since he had been here, and even longer since he had stayed here, he still remembered which one was his room.

Lu Tianming felt provoked by his son’s gaze, his anger rising, and with his walking stick tapping the floor, he angrily exclaimed, "This rebellious son, is this how he treats his old father?"

Seeing Lu Tianming upset, Xu Qian couldn’t help but sigh again, still standing there and directly addressing him, "Master, after all, you really were in the wrong about this. If you hadn’t dealt such a harsh blow to that girl, Jingchen wouldn’t treat you this way. He’s your son, don’t you understand his character?"