The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief-Chapter 1015 - 412: Acting Like a Rogue with a Straight Face

Lu Jingchen looked down at her, especially noticing the red mark on her forehead caused by him bumping into her. His eyes showed a hint of regret; he shouldn’t have gotten so close just now, otherwise, her head wouldn’t have collided like that.

In the end, he said nothing, simply opened his car door and got out.

Quickly, the man walked over to Song Qiao’s side, opened her car door, helped her unfasten her seatbelt, and then lifted her from the car in his arms.

Song Qiao did not refuse his embrace. As he picked her up, she naturally wrapped her arms around his neck, looking very obedient in her reaction.

The man’s mood seemed to improve from her response and awareness, and his expression softened somewhat.

Song Qiao’s reaction made him feel that his wish for this woman to return to his side was about to be realized.

Lu Wangshu, knowing that his mother was returning today, had been waiting at the door early on. So when Lu Jingchen’s car stopped there, he had already noticed. However, because Granny Chen mentioned that mommy and daddy needed some time alone in the car, he didn’t go over but stood there obediently.

When he saw his dad carrying his mom over, he was first taken aback, then quickly went forward, looking up at his parents, and asked, "Dad, what’s wrong with mom?"

Why does mom need dad to carry her?

Little Wangshu felt a bit puzzled inside.

Hearing her son’s voice, Song Qiao struggled, wanting to get down, but Lu Jingchen held her even tighter.

Then, in a calm and unhurried tone, the man said, "Your mom isn’t feeling well. You go inside first."

Upon hearing his dad’s words, Lu Wangshu nodded immediately, said nothing more, and directly turned and went inside.

Hearing her son’s departing footsteps, Song Qiao was a bit dumbfounded.

Her son listened to Lu Jingchen so well?

Even though Lu Wangshu usually spent time with her and looked obedient, perhaps due to inheriting Lu Jingchen’s temperament or spending more time with him, he sometimes also turned into a little ice block, perfectly exhibiting his father’s personality. He would play with her when he was in a good mood, but sit quietly when he wasn’t, just like Lu Jingchen.

Noticing Song Qiao’s confusion, the man paused, looked down at her, and said, "If you want him to listen to you that well too, you should stay. After spending enough time with you, he will surely start listening to you more."

Upon hearing Lu Jingchen’s words, Song Qiao immediately closed her mouth and said nothing more.

Seeing the woman suddenly fall silent and not respond to his statement, Lu Jingchen had a strong impulse to squeeze her waist until it broke.

But in the end, he managed to restrain his impulse.

He feared that if he really broke her waist, he’d end up hurting more himself.

He carried Song Qiao inside the villa, following Lu Wangshu. Granny Chen came out of the kitchen, saw Lu Jingchen carrying Song Qiao in, and smiled knowingly, saying, "Sir, Ma’am, I just made some sweet soup. It’s quite hot today. Shall I bring it out for you?"

The man paused, looked down at the woman in his arms, his eyes full of tenderness, and asked, "Do you want to drink some sweet soup?"

Song Qiao was still troubled by Granny Chen’s way of addressing her. Even though she hadn’t officially divorced, the marriage had been dead in name and reality for five years. It felt uncomfortable being called Ma’am.

Initially, she wanted to ask Granny Chen to call her Miss Song or just Song Qiao, but then she heard Lu Jingchen’s voice in her ear.

Suddenly, she looked up at the handsome face so near, feeling her heart tremble sharply, and instinctively nodded, saying, "Okay."

However, Lu Jingchen was merely seeking her opinion on drinking the soup; he didn’t actually intend for her to drink it immediately. Instead, he instructed Granny Chen, "You can bring it to the dining room first. We’ll come down to drink it later. Let’s attend to Wangshu first."

Granny Chen didn’t ask anything else, agreed, and turned to go into the kitchen.

Once inside, Lu Wangshu went straight to the kitchen because Granny Chen mentioned she made his favorite sweet soup and his little friend would come over to have some, too. Upon hearing this, the little boy didn’t care about his parents anymore.

Song Qiao’s gaze landed on Lu Jingchen, her arms around his neck instinctively tightened as she asked anxiously, "Lu... Lu Jingchen, if we’re not drinking the soup now, where are we going?"

The man, expressionless, carried her towards the staircase and said, "We have more important matters to attend to."

More important matters... 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

For some reason, even though Lu Jingchen said it seriously, Song Qiao felt as if this man had set a trap for her, trying to make her fall into it.

Or rather, he didn’t even need to try; she would surely fall in if she wasn’t careful.

Feeling a sudden panic, Song Qiao struggled and said, "Lu Jingchen, put me down, I’m thirsty, I want to drink the sweet soup..."

Once they’re on the second floor, it’s his territory. Though the villa was his through and through, at least there were Granny Chen and her son on the first floor, making it feel safer than being alone with Lu Jingchen.

If he took her to the second floor and tried to do something, given the significant difference in strength between men and women, she wouldn’t have much chance to escape.

Seeing Song Qiao about to fall because of her struggle, the man’s brows furrowed, then relaxed, showing a hint of a smile as he put her down only to quickly lift her again.

This time, he carried her over his shoulder.

All Song Qiao felt was dizziness, and before she knew it, he already carried her up the stairs on his shoulder.

Song Qiao, "..." Is it too late to cry for help?

——Came back late, still owe you seven thousand, as work is tomorrow, need to sleep early, will write early in the morning, so tonight’s two Chapters will be posted tomorrow morning.