The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief-Chapter 1029 - 424: Chu Munan Is Here Too

Lu Wangshu had been looking out the window all along and naturally saw Ji Sifan holding Song Nianhuan as they got into the car. Hearing Xu Qian’s question, he was first stunned, then turned to look at his grandmother. His little face still had no extra expression, completely unlike a child of four or five, instead more like a little adult.

Watching her precious grandson almost completely inherit her son’s aloofness, Xu Qian wondered whether this was good or bad.

Lu Wangshu thought for a moment. Actually, he didn’t know why he had to be so sharp-tongued with that little girl, or why when the little girl cried, he felt so helpless for an instant.

So for a while, he didn’t immediately answer the question but instead turned to look at the cake in front of him.

Xu Qian looked at Lu Wangshu and didn’t push for an answer. She smiled gently, reached out, and rubbed his bowl-cut hair, speaking warmly, "If you don’t want to answer, don’t worry about it. But Xiao Shu, remember, you mustn’t treat a girl like this next time, okay?"

Lu Wangshu ate the cake with the little fork in silence.

Xu Qian felt a bit amused and helpless. Did her words have no effect at all?

...

Having directly bought tomatoes, eggs, noodles, and some oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and sugar, Ji Sifan then took Song Nianhuan back to his home in An City.

As soon as they entered the house, the little girl immediately let go of Ji Sifan’s hand, walked quickly to the TV, turned it on, and directly switched the remote to the children’s channel.

Ji Sifan bent down to pick up the shoes that the little girl had just kicked off carelessly and put them in the shoe cabinet. He then changed into a pair of dark blue slippers, carried the two bags to the kitchen, and as he passed by Song Nianhuan, he instructed, "You stay here and watch cartoons obediently. Uncle will make you some tomato and egg noodles. Don’t run away, okay?"

Although he knew it was unlikely that the little girl would run away on her own, Ji Sifan still reminded her.

After all, there were just the two of them at home, and sometimes the little girl might misbehave and open the door to leave while he was busy in the kitchen.

There are so many child traffickers outside, and she is so cute and pretty.

Song Nianhuan’s eyes were still a bit red, but she had long stopped crying. She nodded obediently, "Got it, big uncle, I’m not a kid."

Ji Sifan stopped in his tracks, raised an eyebrow at her words, and reminded her earnestly, "You are certainly a kid."

Song Nianhuan, "..." was immediately speechless, looking frustrated like someone with constipation.

Due to the incident at the restaurant where Lu Wangshu made Song Nianhuan cry, Ji Sifan had planned to bring Song Nianhuan back and see if Song Qiao wanted to be with Lu Jingchen, then he would help them reunite as a family of four.

However, because Lu Wangshu made their little princess cry, Ji Sifan was even more reluctant to have the little girl recognize Lu Jingchen and them so soon.

Based solely on Lu Wangshu’s attitude towards the little girl, Ji Sifan even started to worry that if Song Qiao really ended up with Lu Jingchen and the little girl returned to the Lu Family, Lu Wangshu, that brat, might bully Song Nianhuan.

Even though he didn’t particularly like having Song Nianhuan around, the love he could give her, he gave. After all, she was Song Qiao’s daughter, calling him big uncle, his little niece.

Ji Sifan had just entered the kitchen when the doorbell rang outside.

Song Nianhuan, who was sitting on the sofa watching cartoons, turned her head towards the door upon hearing the doorbell. She hesitated for a moment, looked towards the kitchen, and then jumped off the sofa, heading directly to the door on her little legs.

She wanted to see who was at the door, but her small stature couldn’t reach the peephole. Initially considering moving a chair, she walked back two steps but then turned around directly to the door and shouted loudly, "Who’s knocking?"

Outside, Munan in a black shirt and trousers, completely dressed in black, was holding a coat in one hand and ringing the bell while dragging a suitcase with the other. Hearing the little girl’s voice, his initially expressionless face immediately showed a gentle smile, and his voice softened, yet carried a hint of mischief as he spoke to Song Nianhuan inside, "Guess who I am."

The little girl’s face scrunched up, not immediately recognizing Munan’s voice. She thought for a moment and then shouted back, somewhat dissatisfied, "How should I know who you are? If you don’t say, I’m not opening the door for you."

After speaking, she pouted with some discontent, muttering, "Are you going to play the guessing game? How childish!"

Munan was in a very good mood and didn’t continue teasing the little girl inside. He knocked again and then spoke to her with a smile, "Huanhuan, you couldn’t recognize Godfather’s voice?"

Upon hearing it was Godfather, Song Nianhuan’s face immediately showed an excited smile, "Godfather, is it really you?"

Munan replied, "Of course it’s Godfather."

...

After Ji Sifan made two bowls of noodles, he saw Chu Munan sitting there, which made him freeze for a moment. As he came back to his senses, he frowned and looked at him, asking with some displeasure, "Why are you here?"

Chu Munan looked up at him, raising an eyebrow, "Am I not allowed to be here?"

Ji Sifan let out a snort. To be honest, he never got along with Chu Munan, and every time they met, they would clash. Now seeing him, naturally, he felt a bit displeased, "If I told you not to come, would you leave?"

Unfazed, Chu Munan replied, "Little Nianhuan is here, of course, I won’t leave."

After casting an annoyed glance his way, Ji Sifan carried two bowls of noodles over to the sofa. He placed a bowl in front of Song Nianhuan and was about to set his own bowl down when Chu Munan, sitting next to Song Nianhuan, reached over and took his bowl.

Staring at the now empty spot before him, Ji Sifan didn’t immediately react. It was only when he heard Chu Munan’s voice praising the noodles that he snapped back and, gritting his teeth, said, "Chu Munan, that’s my noodles, not yours!!"

Chu Munan, however, was unfazed. As he ate the noodles, he glanced at Ji Sifan, speaking with a hint of disdain, "It’s just one bowl of noodles. The food on the plane was terrible, and I’m still hungry. If you’re hungry, just go make another bowl."

Ji Sifan: "..." So you ate the noodles I made myself, and now you’re in the right?

Beside them, Song Nianhuan glanced at her godfather, then at her uncle. After a moment’s thought, she pushed her own bowl in front of Ji Sifan, saying in a childish voice, "Uncle, if you’re hungry, you can have mine."

The actions of the little girl immediately caught the attention of the two men. Ji Sifan and Chu Munan looked at the hesitant Song Nianhuan, feeling a strange sensation in their hearts.

Finally, Ji Sifan looked at Chu Munan, speaking with some disdain, "Look at Nianhuan, then look at yourself. This is the difference between people."

Chu Munan really needed a wake-up call; he couldn’t even compare to a little girl.

Disdain!

Upon hearing Ji Sifan’s words, Chu Munan almost rolled his eyes.

Reaching out to rub Song Nianhuan’s little head, Chu Munan said, "Good girl, you have your own food. Your uncle will make another for himself."

Ji Sifan: "..." He really wanted to drag Chu Munan to a remote place and leave him there.

...

When Song Qiao woke up, she found herself in a room. Initially, she was still half-asleep, feeling a bit confused. Suddenly, she heard voices coming from outside. She quickly turned her head to look around and realized this seemed to be Lu Jingchen’s lounge.

Rubbing her forehead, she didn’t expect to fall asleep in Lu Jingchen’s office again.

This wasn’t her first time falling asleep here. Since she returned to the country, this was the second or third time.

For a moment, Song Qiao even began to wonder if Lu Jingchen’s office had some kind of sleeping incense or other aids to help with sleep.

Every time she was on the sofa, she would unknowingly feel incredibly sleepy and want to sleep.

After sitting in the lounge for a few minutes, she got off the bed after lifting the blanket covering her, failing to find her shoes. Thinking they might be outside, she decided to walk barefoot across the floor toward the door.

Standing by the door for a few minutes without leaving immediately, she could still hear voices outside, quite a lot.

After waiting for about ten minutes, it suddenly became quiet outside. Song Qiao assumed people had left and prepared to open the door and step out.

However, when she opened the door and saw the scene inside the office, she was suddenly stunned, her expression frozen.

Who could tell her why there were so many people here?