The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief-Chapter 1032 - 427: Lu Jingchen Is Jealous of His Own Son

Xu Qian spoke in a low voice, close to Lu Jingchen, so Song Qiao, who was already walking toward their son, didn’t hear her.

Lu Jingchen’s eyes darkened with displeasure as he asked, "What’s she here for?"

Xu Qian’s expression also turned sour as she replied with a hint of annoyance, "It’s your dad’s idea. He said it’s been a long time since Tan Shuya came over for dinner. Since the Tan family’s old man is abroad, he thought bringing that woman over to get more familiar with Wangshu would be good. So today, he specifically invited Tan Shuya over."

Xu Qian couldn’t bring herself to like Tan Shuya. In her heart, she always considered Song Qiao to be her daughter-in-law. Especially after Song Qiao gave the Lu Family a little Wangshu, Song Qiao’s position had become unshakable in Xu Qian’s mind.

As a woman, Xu Qian had a knack for reading other women. She could sense with her intuition that Tan Shuya wasn’t as simple as she appeared; she was deeply calculative.

Despite this, she had repeatedly told her stubborn husband, Lu Tianming, not to meddle in the affairs of their children and grandchildren. However, he was so stubborn that he wouldn’t listen.

He was simply... incorrigible.

Lu Jingchen’s face turned extremely unpleasant. No one understood his father’s mindset and intentions better than him.

But precisely because he understood too well, he couldn’t help but feel disgusted.

In his father’s eyes, there seemed to be only interests... money... status... these three things.

And love, in his eyes, was probably laughable.

...

Lu Wangshu was delighted to see his mother and ran straight to Song Qiao, who bent down to pick him up.

The little one charmingly wrapped his arms around Song Qiao’s neck, radiating happiness as he gave her a kiss on the cheek, "Mom, why did you come today?"

Song Qiao’s heart melted, overwhelmed by an indescribable sense of happiness seeing her son.

After more than four years without seeing her son and missing out on his growth, the emptiness she felt was now gradually filling.

But most of all, she felt a deep sense of guilt toward this child.

She never fulfilled her role as a mother to this child, instead sending him to Lu Jingchen and never returning to see him even once in those four years.

Looking at him tenderly, she softly explained, "Because I knew you’d be here today, so I came to pick you up. Why? Don’t you like Mommy coming?"

The little one immediately shook his head, "No, seeing Mommy here makes me very happy."

With a smile, Song Qiao kissed him on the cheek and said, "Mommy is very happy to see you too."

Not far away, Lu Jingchen watched Song Qiao holding Lu Wangshu, a flash of displeasure passing through his eyes as he strode over to them and said to Lu Wangshu, "Wangshu, you’re not three years old anymore. Do you still need Mommy to carry you? Do you know you’re a bit heavy now? Your mom will get tired holding you. Look at you, you’ve almost turned into a little chubby boy!"

His tone was full of disdain for his son.

His message was clear: he wanted Lu Wangshu to stand by himself and not let Song Qiao hold him.

Lu Jingchen was actually jealous of his son. Even though he didn’t need to be carried, he usually carried Song Qiao, but it was rare for her to kiss him willingly.

So when he saw Song Qiao kiss Lu Wangshu, a possessive thought arose that only he should be kissed by his wife, not even their son.

Lu Wangshu looked at Lu Jingchen and instinctively replied, "But I’m only four years old..."

Lu Jingchen took Lu Wangshu from Song Qiao’s arms and set him down to stand on his own, seriously saying, "Four years old is still a year older than three."

Lu Wangshu, "..." Dad’s words were so correct that he had no response, unable to refute him.

Song Qiao looked at Lu Jingchen in front of her, speechless, quickly shielding little Wangshu behind her as she said to Lu Jingchen with some displeasure, "Lu Jingchen, what are you doing? Wangshu is still a child, and it’s not like I’m struggling. And how is he turning into a little chubby boy?"

She felt she couldn’t spoil her son enough, but Lu Jingchen was being so strict with him, making it hard for her to watch.

Xu Qian glanced at her son, then at Song Qiao, wanting to step in but holding back.

It’s better not to meddle too much in their marital matters.

Actually, what she wanted to say was that her son used to spoil little Shu a lot.

She clearly remembered a time when little Wangshu had a fever at home. Her son left a group of company executives mid-meeting, speeding back to the villa, almost to the point of recklessness.

That was the first time she saw true fear in her son.

She stepped forward, holding Lu Wangshu’s hand as she go, noticing Song Qiao’s questioning look. She smiled and explained, "I’ll take Wangshu in first. You two can talk here."

Song Qiao and Lu Jingchen watched Xu Qian take their son inside, losing the urge to stay there any longer.

Lu Jingchen’s gaze fell on Song Qiao, and he stepped forward to pull her into his arms with a slight sigh, "Qiaoqiao, I just feel like whenever our son is with you, he occupies your entire heart, as if I don’t exist at all. It’s a terrible feeling."

Song Qiao suddenly looked up at Lu Jingchen, stunned for a moment before speaking, "Lu Jingchen... Are you jealous of your own son?"

Lu Jingchen, "..." He didn’t respond, but under Song Qiao’s gaze, a hint of discomfort appeared on his face.

Really?

Perhaps...

However, he’d never admit it outright. That would be too humiliating.