The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief-Chapter 198 - 113 Unconsciously Positioned Myself as the Third Party_2

Lu Jingchen watched her finish the dessert in front of her before summoning the waiter to prepare the bill. He pulled out a bank card from his wallet to give to the waiter, and then spoke, "Let me know when you all are getting together to have fun, I’ll try to make some time to come out. Let’s go, I’ll take you back."

Zuo Yuqing paused in her movements but didn’t immediately get up. She remained seated, lightly supporting her chin with her hand as she looked towards Lu Jingchen, tilting her head slightly, "We haven’t had a good chat in a long time. Let’s sit a little bit longer."

This time she had gone to great lengths to invite him out to eat together, and although she knew that what Lu Jingchen said about them still being able to be friends still stood, she was very clear in her mind that it might be a bit troublesome to arrange meetups in the future.

After all, their relationship had changed because of that incident and was not like before.

The man remained impassive, waiting for the waiter to return after settling the bill, "There will be plenty of time in the future. I have an important meeting this afternoon."

Zuo Yuqing gazed at the man’s peerlessly handsome face, realizing no matter how many years passed, the man in front of her could still make her heart flip at any moment. Fortunately, to prevent being recognized by paparazzi, she had been wearing the largest pair of glasses, hiding the slight stir of emotions within her eyes from the man.

Leaning back slightly in her seat, Zuo Yuqing nodded her head, "Okay then, I also have to go film this afternoon. It’s all the same if we catch up another time."

Since Lu Jingchen had used the words ’very important’, Zuo Yuqing knew he was not just making up an excuse to decline her request. He indeed had a very important meeting.

She was no longer that casual girl who would pout or throw a small tantrum over any minor dissatisfaction. Having struggled and climbed her way through the entertainment industry for so many years, she had learned when to retreat in the face of adversity.

In Lu Jingchen’s clean and elegant features, there wasn’t the slightest trace of agitation as he courteously said, "Tell me the address later, and I will take you there."

He had noticed Song Qiao’s departure a while ago but felt an inexplicable burst of anger in his heart.

He didn’t know where this anger stemmed from, whether it was solely because of Song Qiao, or if he hadn’t completely forgiven Zuo Yuqing.

"I’ll trouble you then." Zuo Yuqing didn’t refuse.

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When Song Qiao returned to the villa, she suddenly found that there were many new domestic staff, which took her by surprise.

"Madam," an auntie who appeared to be in her thirties or forties greeted Song Qiao as she came back. The auntie took out a pair of slippers that had just been fetched from the shoe cabinet and placed them before her. Only then did she stand up respectfully and say, "You’re back? I am the auntie whom Master transferred from the old house to take care of you. If you don’t mind, Madam, you can call me Aunt Chen."

Regaining her composure, Song Qiao looked at the auntie, who wore a comforting and sincere smile. After changing into the slippers, Song Qiao recovered from her astonished expression and nodded with a gentle voice, "Thank you. By the way, has Jingchen come back?"

"Master hasn’t returned yet." Initially tentative, fearing that Madam might be difficult to speak with, Aunt Chen was a bit startled to find Song Qiao so easygoing. She quickly said, "Madam, I am not yet sure about your food preferences, so I haven’t started cooking. However, I have prepared soup. If you are hungry, would you like me to serve you a bowl?"

Song Qiao shook her head, "No need right now, I’m not hungry yet. I’m not picky with food; you can just make a few dishes. Maybe prepare some that Jingchen likes."

Song Qiao had not missed Aunt Chen’s phrase ’transferred from the old house’, so she must be quite familiar with Lu Jingchen’s tastes.

Aunt Chen nodded repeatedly and after asking a few more questions regarding Song Qiao’s dietary restrictions, she went into the kitchen.

There weren’t many new house staff in the villa, not something that Song Qiao found too strange. She walked straight to the sofa and sat down, started to look through her documents, and after a while, as if remembering something, she glanced at the time on her phone. Hesitating for a moment, she finally picked up the phone to call Lu Jingchen.

The phone connected quickly, and a deep, pleasant male voice came through, "Hello."

Song Qiao’s breath hitched, taking a moment before she spoke softly, "When will you be back?"

She had been delayed by half an hour when leaving work, and it had been an hour since her normal quitting time.

Both of their work schedules were from nine to five, with Lu Jingchen’s ending at the same time as hers.

Throughout their time together, this man had always gone to and from work punctually, except for this morning when she was worn out and late.

"I won’t be coming back for dinner tonight." The man on the line paused before speaking, then continued, "I have plans this evening. Tell Aunt Chen what you’d like to have for dinner."

Song Qiao was stunned for a moment before she finally said, "Oh, alright, you go ahead with your work. I won’t disturb you."

There was silence on both ends of the call. After a while, it sounded as if Lu Jingchen was getting up, and through sparse noise in the background, Song Qiao heard him say, "Don’t wait up for me tonight; go to sleep yourself. I might return quite late."

"Okay, got it. Goodbye." Song Qiao didn’t say much further and simply hung up the call.

Lu Jingchen looked at his phone, his deep eyes emotionless. The large office was silent, and after a while, someone pushed open the door, letting in a coquettish female voice, "Lu Jingchen, are you ready yet? We’re going to be late."