The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief-Chapter 1037 - 429: Lu Jingchen, This Is What You Owe Me (6,000 Words)_4

When getting into the car, Song Qiao’s phone was casually put aside, and from the corner of his eye, he saw the phone light up. While the car was stopped at a red light, he picked up her phone and saw that there were already more than forty missed calls, all from the same person.

Lu Jingchen!

The phone hadn’t rung earlier; Song Qiao had set it to silent.

These more than forty missed calls clearly began a long time ago, but Song Qiao simply hadn’t answered them.

Putting the phone back directly, Chu Munan ignored Lu Jingchen’s incoming calls and focused his gaze on Song Qiao’s face, leaning toward her and helping her tuck the fallen hair behind her ear.

If he remembered correctly, the place they were just at wasn’t far from the Lu Family Mansion, only three or four kilometers away.

In other words, Song Qiao was very likely coming from the Lu Family Mansion.

...

Inside the Lu Family Mansion, Lu Tianming had already been rescued and was in no danger, just hadn’t woken up yet.

When Lu Jingchen came out, he didn’t see Song Qiao, went directly downstairs, and immediately saw Tan Shuya sitting on the sofa in the living room, furrowed his brows, and quickly looked away.

Pulled out the phone to call Song Qiao, yet the call went unanswered until it automatically hung up.

Immediately, a sense of foreboding emerged in his mind.

He walked and dialed Song Qiao’s number, preparing to see if she went to the back garden, when Tan Shuya, who was sitting there, stood up directly and called out to him, "Jingchen..."

Lu Jingchen stopped, the phone still at his ear, automatically hanging up again, with nobody answering.

He took the phone away, set his eyes on Tan Shuya, furrowed his brows, and spoke indifferently, "Do you need something?"

Tan Shuya’s face changed slightly, she naturally perceived the impatience in Lu Jingchen’s tone, which made her feel somewhat miserable.

But she covered it well, revealing a faint smile, saying, "Haven’t we not seen each other for a while? Would you sit down and chat with me?"

Lu Jingchen had already taken off his black suit jacket, wearing only a shirt that was clearly custom-made by an upscale tailor.

He squinted slightly at the woman before him, seemingly trying to discern something from her. After a while, he spoke, "Tan Shuya, you should know, spending so much time on me won’t yield anything. I know my father always wanted you to marry me, but I don’t want to marry you. In my heart, only Song Qiao can be my wife."

The man’s words carried a hint of regret and persuasion, his eyes expressing possible guilt because he remembered Tan Shuya couldn’t have children due to saving him.

However, his words were so heartless.

Tan Shuya’s smile froze directly on her face, her beautiful eyes meeting the man’s deep black gaze. Perhaps it was because her clothes were too scanty, and the air conditioning was too low, she felt her body momentarily stiffen from cold, and even the color drained from her face.

She bit her lip, her gaze steadfastly on the man before her, yet almost crying, "Lu Jingchen, I almost lost my life saving you back then. Even though I salvaged my life, because of saving you, I can never have children again. Do you know how devastating that is for a woman?"

Lu Jingchen remained unmoved, still holding the phone, previously blacked out, now lit with the screen showing Song Qiao’s photo.

Seeing Lu Jingchen’s reaction, Tan Shuya couldn’t help but cry, full of grievance in her tone, "I know you can’t let go of Song Qiao, I don’t blame you. But Lu Jingchen, do you think your father would agree to Song Qiao entering the Lu family’s door? And Song Qiao has no background, no status, at least I have my family’s support. I can’t figure out what’s worse about me compared to her? Why can you reject me so outright?"

Tears rolled down from her eyes as she stared fixedly at Lu Jingchen before her, "At least give me a chance to compete with Song Qiao? Is that not possible?"

Lu Jingchen looked at her, his expression unchanged, yet he remained silent.

Tan Shuya saw his reaction, laughed out of anger, and became both tearful and smiling, yet spoke with determination, "Lu Jingchen, I won’t give up easily, this is what you owe me!"

Having finished speaking, she ignored whether Lu Jingchen would respond, bent down to pick up the bag she left on the sofa, and ran out of the villa.

Watching Tan Shuya’s departing figure, Lu Jingchen furrowed his brows, catching sight of the approaching butler from the corner of his eye, and immediately instructed, "Arrange a car to send Miss Tan back."

The butler promptly responded.

At this moment, Lu Wangshu also came downstairs, noticing Lu Jingchen standing there, and quickly ran down on his small legs, softly calling out, "Dad ..."

Lu Jingchen turned around, seeing his son running toward him, bent down to catch his little body and lifted him up, "Didn’t I tell you? Next time don’t run so fast, run slowly, or if you fall, it’ll hurt you."

"Oh, got it, Dad." Lu Wangshu replied, then turned his head looking around, but didn’t see his mom, quickly asked, "Dad, where’s mom?"

The thought of Song Qiao made Lu Jingchen’s temples throb uncontrollably, a sense of unease settling in his heart, and he suppressed the discomfort, explaining, "Maybe your mom went to rest, later you go to grandma, and I’ll find mom, okay?"

Lu Wangshu actually wanted to find his mom himself, but a child’s mind is very perceptive, and he sensed that Lu Jingchen seemed to be in a bad mood, although he didn’t know why, he knew he couldn’t bother his dad at this moment.

Nodding obediently, he agreed, "Then Dad, when you return, remember to tell me."

"Alright."

——This Chapter is six thousand, updated today! Tomorrow there’s an additional three thousand, totaling nine thousand.