The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief-Chapter 1007 - 405: Jealous Lu Jingchen Is Truly Terrifying

Chapter 1007: Chapter 405: Jealous Lu Jingchen Is Truly Terrifying

Moreover, he saw Ji Sifan and Chu Munan on Song Qiao’s WeChat, and was surprised those two men were also using it. In a fit of anger, he took Song Qiao’s phone and directly deleted those two men from her WeChat contacts.

Fortunately, Song Qiao’s phone password had remained the same over the years, never having been changed.

Deleting Ji Sifan and Chu Munan from Song Qiao’s WeChat contacts was something Lu Jingchen, naturally, would not tell Song Qiao he had done.

The phone’s network was quite good. Even without using WiFi, he was able to quickly download WeChat.

Lu Jingchen actually only bought the phone to make calls, receive calls, check text messages, and read news. He used to play on Weibo because he saw Song Qiao using it, so he joined in.

Back when the company went public, Assistant Xue had helped him set up a Weibo account and even applied for verification, but in those years, Lu Jingchen never touched it, instead leaving it to Assistant Xue to manage, occasionally posting about the company or recruitment.

Six years ago, when he married Song Qiao, one night he saw Song Qiao lying in bed browsing Weibo. She seemed to be watching a funny video, laughing aloud like a fool. Curiously, he leaned over to watch, and Song Qiao asked if he had a Weibo, suggesting mutual follows.

Originally, he wanted to create a new account, but later felt it was too troublesome to register, so he just used the one Assistant Xue had set up for him.

And Song Qiao became the only person he followed.

After Song Qiao left five years ago, the Weibo she used was never updated. Later, he only went on occasionally to look at her past Weibo content, doing nothing else.

He opened WeChat, directly registering an account with his own phone number, using ’Lu Jingchen’ as his username without much thought.

Just as he was about to figure out how to add friends, he felt someone sit down across from him. A woman’s perfume wafted into his nose, causing him to frown. Just as he was about to look up and ask the person to leave, he heard Li Man’s voice, tinged with a smile, "Jingchen, it’s been a long time. I’m Li Man, do you remember me?"

After all, Li Man was Murong Rui’s close friend, and she hadn’t done anything excessive to him. Lu Jingchen put away his phone, his expression not too harsh, yet instead of answering, he asked, "Is there something you need?"

Li Man was taken aback, her expression slightly awkward. "Uh... Actually, I don’t have any business. I just saw you here while I was outside, so I came over to say hello..."

Lu Jingchen’s expression turned slightly cold, but he spoke, "If there’s nothing, could you please move? Someone else is sitting here!!"

Li Man’s face immediately turned a mix of green and white, her red lips trembling slightly, "Jingchen, I..."

Before Li Man could respond, the man’s tone turned a few degrees colder, speaking with displeasure, "Miss Li, please call me President Lu or Mr. Lu in the future. Otherwise, Young Master Lu is fine. You are not my sister, don’t call me Jingchen... Understand?"

Li Man’s face turned even more unsightly, and for a moment, she found herself unable to refute Lu Jingchen’s words.

Probably realizing that if she stayed any longer, she’d further embarrass herself, Li Man picked up her bag and left directly, stepping on her high heels.

Assistant Xue came in just as Li Man was leaving.

Assistant Xue was familiar with Li Man, knowing she was Murong Rui’s close friend, and also interested in their boss. Immediately sensing something amiss, he quickly walked into the café.

He entered to see his boss standing up with a face full of disgust, clearly holding a strong aversion to that seat. Seeing his boss’s reaction, Assistant Xue immediately understood it surely had to do with Miss Li’s attempt to flirt with their CEO.

...

At ten in the evening, the villa was brightly lit, with all the lights in the living room turned on, making the room very bright.

Aunt Chen had long gone home, leaving Lu Jingchen alone in the villa.

The sound of a car came from outside. The man, who had been sitting on the sofa in the living room, immediately stood up and hurried towards the door.

Song Qiao hadn’t driven herself but instead took a taxi. Three years ago, during a handling incident, she almost got into a car accident while driving, which left her with some aftereffects, making her afraid to drive again.

Tonight, Mu Shinian had to work overtime and couldn’t give her a ride, and Gu Xiyan couldn’t drive, so she had no choice but to take a taxi.

After paying the cab fare, she struggled a bit to carry Lu Wangshu out. The little guy had fallen asleep in the car, resting comfortably in her arms.

Having just gotten out of the car and closed the door, she took a few steps and was about to ask the driver if he could wait for a while, but the taxi had already driven off.

Song Qiao watched as the taxi, with only its taillights left in view, drove away, speechless, wondering why it seemed the driver didn’t want to linger here any longer.

Lu Wangshu was only four years old, yet had grown into a little chubby kid, carrying some weight.

Without even needing to turn around, she heard stable footsteps behind her, and familiar male presence filled the air. She also heard the man’s deep voice by her ear, "Let me carry him."

Song Qiao hadn’t responded yet when the man had already taken the sleeping Lu Wangshu from her hands.

Seeing the taxi leave directly, Lu Jingchen couldn’t help but curl his lips in a smile, thinking to himself whether he should look up the taxi driver’s license plate to see which driver was so considerate. He thought about calling their company’s boss tomorrow to let him send the driver a bonus.

Before Song Qiao could react, let alone speak, the man had already taken her hand and softly said four words, "Come in with me."

The man’s slightly calloused hand directly held her small hand. In terms of feeling, skin tone, or size, there was a noticeable difference between the two hands.

When the man held her hand, Song Qiao’s body stiffened for a moment, and then she felt a tingling sensation spreading from her feet throughout her body.

A few minutes later, Song Qiao was sitting upright on the sofa in the living room, her eyes fixed on the cake in front of her, and she couldn’t help but swallow.

This was her favorite cake...

During the five years in Paris, she hadn’t found a cake shop she liked, let alone one that sold her favorite Butterfly Love Cake.

Lu Jingchen put Lu Wangshu back in his room to sleep well and didn’t even want to wait a second, striding quickly to the living room on the first floor.

Downstairs was the woman he loved, and he didn’t want to waste any time on his son.

As he walked into the living room, he saw Song Qiao swallowing in front of the cake, and couldn’t help but smile, his steps light as he walked toward Song Qiao.

Hearing the man’s footsteps, Song Qiao suddenly turned her head to look, and directly met the man’s gaze, making her heart shrink slightly.

The man sat directly in front of her, his voice low with a hint of gentle smile, and said, "Why aren’t you eating? I specifically went to buy it for you; the boss’s wife made it herself."

Song Qiao wanted to eat it, but at this moment, she just wanted to leave, so she shook her head, "No, I want to go back, can you..."

Just as she was about to ask if he could take her back, the man interrupted her, saying, "Song Qiao, I haven’t had dinner yet."

Hearing this, Song Qiao was taken aback, her eyes widening, "You... you haven’t eaten dinner yet?"

The man nodded, looking as if it were obvious, "So do you think I’m suitable to take you back? What if something happens to my stomach on the way?"

Song Qiao, "..." I have nothing to say to that.

Her lips moved, intending to say something, but then she reconsidered and said, "I’ll go make you some noodles."

Lu Jingchen already had a smile on his face and nodded.

However, after Song Qiao said that, she started to regret it, knowing she should go back now instead of staying here. But thinking about Lu Jingchen’s stomach issues, she couldn’t bring herself to ignore it, which is why she suggested making him a bowl of noodles.

With a helpless sigh in her heart, she said, "Then you wait here for a moment."

Song Qiao softened, thinking that since Lu Jingchen was the child’s father, if something happened to Lu Jingchen, it would surely affect her son the most.

Let’s consider it for the sake of the son.

...

Ten minutes later, Lu Jingchen was sitting on the sofa eating noodles, while Song Qiao sat on the other side eating cake, looking like they were getting along harmoniously.

Halfway through eating, Song Qiao suddenly remembered something about her WeChat, stopped eating her cake, looked up sharply at Lu Jingchen, and asked, "Lu Jingchen, did you delete my WeChat contacts?"

She hadn’t known until she got a call from Chu Munan today, saying that her contact was gone from WeChat. She quickly checked and found not only Chu Munan’s contact was gone, but also Ji Sifan’s.

She hadn’t touched WeChat recently, so the only possibility was that after she fainted yesterday, Lu Jingchen took her phone and deleted Chu Munan and Ji Sifan from her contacts.

It was definitely not hacked, because if it was, they wouldn’t have only deleted Ji Sifan and Chu Munan’s contacts. They would have deleted all of them.

So Song Qiao was sure it was Lu Jingchen who deleted them.

It has to be said, a jealous man is really terrifying, and a jealous Lu Jingchen is even more so.