The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief-Chapter 1051 - 438: Find Time to Handle the Divorce
There are already quite a few people around watching and taking photos, Song Qiao can hear the voices of those discussing around her, many of whom have recognized her identity.
Clenching her teeth secretly, Song Qiao feels that she is completely unsuitable to stay here now, so she speaks to Chu Munan, "Let’s go back first."
Chu Munan glanced around at those people, knowing her identity is quite sensitive now, he nodded and replied, "Alright, let’s go back now."
Saying this, he turns to leave.
Lu Jingchen saw Song Qiao and Chu Munan turn and leave, hurriedly stepping forward with a few people exclaiming painfully, "Qiaoqiao..."
Song Qiao stopped in her tracks, looked back at him, the words she was about to say stuck in her throat and wouldn’t come out. After a long time, she finally spoke a few words blandly, "Lu Jingchen, go back, don’t come looking for me anymore. Let’s find some time to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to finalize the divorce."
Lu Jingchen’s eyes suddenly tightened, staring fixedly at Song Qiao’s back, his thin lips moved but he did not say anything. Originally intending to catch up, his steps forcefully halted.
Pain resonated from his chest causing his steps to stop immediately, he couldn’t help but bend slightly to cover his chest as the color drained slowly from his face.
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Song Qiao and Chu Munan stood in the elevator, the woman lowered her head looking at her toes, she couldn’t tell what emotion it was.
Chu Munan was punched in the face by Lu Jingchen just now, so his face was already visibly affected, with apparent traces of blood, appearing somewhat vigorous.
Ji Sifan had always followed behind Chu Munan and Song Qiao, once inside the elevator, he stood in front of Chu Munan, his gaze fell on his face, unable to resist commenting, "Not gonna lie, you and Lu Jingchen fought impressively and you look even cooler with the injuries on your face."
Chu Munan looked up at the chatterbox-like Ji Sifan, slightly narrowing his eyes with a hint of danger, "Wanna try with me too? I promise I’ll make you look cooler."
Ji Sifan immediately shut his mouth, not daring to say a word.
He understands his skills are no match for Chu Munan, after all, Chu Munan was specially trained since childhood, and can defeat him in seconds.
It’s not that he is too weak, but the opponent too strong. If it were against another man, he might have fought.
Since entering the elevator, Song Qiao had not spoken a word, Chu Munan turned his head to look at her, thin lips parted gently to ask, "Unwilling?"
Speaking slightly pulled at the injury in the corner of his mouth, causing him to inhale sharply.
Song Qiao turned to look at Chu Munan beside her, blinking, her eyes hurt a bit, slightly red, thin lips lightly pressed as she spoke blandly, "Sooner or later I have to resolve this marriage, there’s nothing to be willing or unwilling about."
Chu Munan gazed at her, eyes bright, "Qiaoqiao, actually... I’m pretty good too."
Admittedly, his interest in Song was not just favor, he had long been drawn to Song Qiao who appeared bold yet was very stubborn.
But over these years, he knew Song Qiao still had Lu Jingchen in her heart, hence never confessed to her.
Even if he confessed, many times Song Qiao would treat his words as jokes.
Just like now, Song Qiao blinked at him, pulling a forced smile, "Chu Munan, you’re joking with me again."
Chu Munan, "..."
Ji Sifan struggled to restrain the urge to laugh, directly clenched his hand into a fist and placed it in front of his mouth, his gaze moved aside.
The elevator soon arrived, Ji Sifan did not take out the key, but directly entered the password to open the door.
While entering the password, he spoke back to Song Qiao and Chu Munan, "The password is four eights, next time if you get knocked, just enter the password and go straight in."
Song Qiao supported Chu Munan, looked at him, thought for a moment before asking, "How long will you stay in An City?"
Chu Munan touched his injured corner of the mouth, "I’ll go back to Beijing in a few days, and then I’ll return here to accompany you, when you want to go back to Paris, I’ll go with you."
Ji Sifan took out the slippers, explaining, "I’ll stay in An City to help you take care of Huanhuan, there’s nothing urgent in Paris right now."
Song Qiao hummed, as long as Ji Sifan and the others were there, she wasn’t afraid of anything.
"Mommy..." waiting at home, Song Nianhuan heard the voice and ran out with little steps.
When her gaze fell on Chu Munan, she was startled and asked, "Godfather, what happened to you? Did you fight with someone?"
That tender, incredibly cute little face raised up looking at Chu Munan.
After changing slippers, Chu Munan slightly bent down and pinched her face, "Uh-huh, someone just sparred with your godfather."
"Come in, I’ll apply medicine for you." Song Qiao took Song Qiao and spoke directly to Chu Munan.
Chu Munan touched his nose, dared not say anything more, and followed Song Qiao inside.
In the living room, Song Qiao bent down to speak gently to Song Nianhuan, "Huanhuan, go get the medicine kit."
Song Nianhuan glanced at Chu Munan behind her, obediently nodded, and hurried to find the medicine kit.
Song Qiao went into the kitchen directly, fetching a basin of warm water.
Returning, seeing Chu Munan still standing there, her face clouded, she spoke directly, "Sit down, I can’t apply medicine with you standing."
Noticing Song Qiao’s obviously bad mood, Chu Munan realized she was angry, yet said nothing, and promptly sat on the sofa.
Ji Sifan went somewhere once inside the door, wasn’t visible in the living room.
Song Nianhuan soon emerged a bit struggling with the medicine kit, Chu Munan tried to help the little girl but was promptly stared at by Song Qiao, obediently sitting back down afraid to stand.
Song Qiao stood up, walked over to Song Nianhuan, took the medicine kit from her hand, and pinched her cheek, "Go find where your Uncle is, mom will come for you later, okay?"
Chu Munan must be quite injured, so she didn’t want Song Nianhuan to see, it wouldn’t be good for the child, hence Song Qiao intended for Song Nianhuan to avoid it for a moment.
Song Nianhuan glanced at her godfather but remained very obedient, nodding her head.
