The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief-Chapter 1045 - 432: Can’t Find Song Qiao

The man’s footsteps were a bit hurried and frantic. Although that back figure only gave him a sense of familiarity, he didn’t know who the face in front of it belonged to, making him so impulsive.

Yet, a voice echoed in his heart, urging him to go after her and stop the woman ahead.

Taking three steps as two, he directly chased after her. When he reached the street lamp at the corner, he stretched out his hand and caught up with the woman, grabbing her hand and forcing her to turn around.

However, upon seeing the woman’s face, disappointment surfaced on the man’s face.

The woman appeared to be about twenty-four or twenty-five years old. Her looks were decent, but just decent.

Being suddenly grabbed, she was about to scold him, but upon seeing Xi Mohan’s face, she was stunned, her eyes filled with surprise and she was momentarily speechless.

The woman swallowed, speaking with slight excitement, "Sir... sir, may I ask what you need?"

Xi Mohan let go of the woman’s hand in disappointment, glanced at his palm, instinctively furrowing his brow, his thin lips parted slightly as he coldly replied, "I mistook you for someone else."

Saying that, he turned directly and left.

The woman watched Xi Mohan’s departing figure, unable to come back to her senses for quite a while.

This man was so handsome and charismatic.

But she was somewhat frustrated, did her back look like this man’s beloved woman?

However, once a colleague said her back resembled An City’s goddess, Ning Wan.

As Xi Mohan walked back to the bar entrance, his assistant happened to drive over.

Seeing Xi Mohan staggering slightly, the assistant hurriedly parked and got out to support him, "President..."

Xi Mohan glanced at his assistant, waved him away with his hand, and said indifferently, "Take me back to the villa."

The assistant hesitated, instinctively asking, "Is it Miss Fang’s place?"

Xi Mohan furrowed his brow, directly responding, "To the villa on the hillside."

The assistant’s face changed, but quickly recovered, and immediately said, "Isn’t it too late to go there now?"

"Can’t I go if I want to?" Xi Mohan’s expression turned gloomy, raising his eyes to his assistant, his tone carrying some impatience.

The assistant quickly replied, "No, President, just that the place hasn’t been cleaned for a while, and it’s not suitable to stay there now..."

"Just take me there."

The assistant nodded, not daring to say more.

The hillside villa in An City was quite famous, with many distinguished and high-ranking people living there.

And this villa used to be Ning Wan’s residence.

But since Ning Wan left, Xi Mohan hadn’t visited it again. The assistant was completely unaware of why his president wanted to go there now.

...

When Lu Jingchen returned to the villa, Aunt Chen had been waiting in the living room. Hearing Lu Jingchen’s car, she immediately walked to the door.

Getting out of the car, Lu Jingchen saw Aunt Chen standing at the door. He approached her and asked, "Hasn’t Song Qiao returned yet?"

Aunt Chen shook her head, "Madam went out with you this morning and hasn’t returned since. Sir... did something happen to Madam?"

Lu Jingchen’s expression darkened again. He had expected Song Qiao not to return, but hearing Aunt Chen confirm she hadn’t, the unease and agitation within him became clearer. He glanced at Aunt Chen, then said lightly, "It’s nothing, maybe I upset her, that’s why she hasn’t returned yet."

Originally intending to leave directly, he ultimately walked into the villa.

Aunt Chen watched Lu Jingchen’s back, choosing not to follow but to enter the kitchen to prepare a bowl of hangover soup for him.

Earlier, she had detected a strong smell of alcohol, thinking that he must have gone drinking because Madam hadn’t returned.

The man walked quickly to the upstairs bedroom, opened the bedside drawer, and searched under several thick files. Soon, he took out a passport and opened it to reveal an ID card inside.

Seeing the passport and ID still there, he felt a strange sense of relief.

Taking out his mobile phone, Lu Jingchen dialed Assistant Xue’s number. It connected quickly, and before Xue could speak, Lu Jingchen said, "Help me find out where Song Qiao is."

Assistant Xue had just fallen asleep but woke up completely when he received Lu Jingchen’s call. Hearing his words, his sleepiness vanished, and he instinctively asked, "President, has something happened to Madam?"

Lu Jingchen’s expression hadn’t been good all day, especially now, unable to find Song Qiao, he felt not only uneasy but also agitated and frantic.

More than that, anger began to rise in his chest.

He didn’t understand what he had done wrong, nor why Song Qiao, who was affectionate this morning, was now playing missing.

Without hearing Lu Jingchen speak, Assistant Xue didn’t continue questioning and said, "President, I’ll immediately deploy people to find Madam."

After hanging up, Assistant Xue quickly made calls to dispatch people to search for Song Qiao.

And after Lu Jingchen hung up, he stood up directly, quickly walking towards the bedroom door.

...

After dinner and a bath, Song Qiao tucked Song Nianhuan into bed, but she couldn’t fall asleep after her daughter did.

Her mind was filled with Tan Shuya’s words, leaving her wide awake despite her exhaustion.

She understood what Tan Shuya meant by her words today.

When she saw Tan Shuya, she realized, with a woman’s intuition, that Tan Shuya liked Lu Jingchen.

She could even say... love.

And Tan Shuya telling her this was merely to get her to leave Lu Jingchen.

The thought festered in her heart, until she finally carefully lifted the quilt and left the bedroom.

When Song Qiao reached the living room, she was startled by the lights still on.

She thought it might be a burglar, but remembered Chu Munan and Ji Sifan were home, so no thief would dare to enter.

"Qiaoqiao?" As she cautiously approached the living room, a voice suddenly called behind her.

Song Qiao jumped in fright, swiftly turning around to see Chu Munan standing behind her, holding a cup of coffee.

Patting her chest, she looked at Chu Munan and complained lightheartedly, "Chu Munan, why do you walk so silently?"