The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief-Chapter 728 - 200 Madame Song

Lu Jingchen raised his eyes and glanced at Song Qiao, who was already walking down, and let out a soft laugh, clearly in a good mood. He directly said, "She looks much better than you."

Yu Xia, "..." Lu Jingchen, do you think we can still be good friends?

She complimented his wife, and he actually put her down... It was really too much.

Yu Xia felt that she shouldn’t be so petty, she should be more magnanimous, so she didn’t get angry. She glanced indifferently at the man who had stood up, didn’t say a word or argue back, and secretly clenched her small fist, deciding not to stoop to the level of a sharp-tongued man.

Song Qiao walked directly to the dining room, and upon looking up, she saw a girl sitting at the dining table, smiling at her. On the opposite side of the girl, there was a pair of bowls and chopsticks, with some unfinished porridge, clearly belonging to Lu Jingchen, but he was nowhere to be seen in the dining room.

Looking around, she finally spotted the figure of the man in the direction of the kitchen, retracted her gaze, looked at Yu Xia, hesitated for a moment, and then walked over to the dining table to sit down, politely saying to Yu Xia, "Hello."

Yu Xia’s smile deepened, and she nodded repeatedly, then waved her hands like a beckoning cat, her voice filled with joyful laughter, "Are you Lu Jingchen’s wife? You are so beautiful, and your skin is so nice, can you tell me how you maintain it?"

Because Yu Xia used to teach at Mu Shinian and Lu Yulin’s school, she inherently had a familiar demeanor, whether it was the first meeting or they were initially strangers, everything seemed very straightforward with her, speaking as if they had known each other before.

At this moment, Song Qiao deeply felt this way.

The woman in front of her was overly familiar and seemed too enthusiastic, especially seeing the harmless and radiant smile on Yu Xia’s face. Song Qiao felt she almost fell for it, thinking that if she were a man, perhaps she would fall in love with Yu Xia, or maybe not.

Yu Xia didn’t know what Song Qiao was thinking, but if she knew, she would definitely nod in agreement, and then boast ’I am naturally beautiful, loved by everyone.’

This was also her most common catchphrase before, of course aimed at youngsters like Lu Yulin.

Who always called her an old lady and said she couldn’t get married.

She generally didn’t take such children seriously.

Although it was very strange why this person was here, she also knew that if Lu Jingchen didn’t know her, no one else would be able to enter the villa. Despite the quietness of the villa, there were only a few maids, one Mother Chen, a driver, and secretly there were several bodyguards protecting them around.

This was also part of the villa’s security system.

She looked up, facing Yu Xia, and smiled slightly, saying, "If you don’t mind, after I finish eating, I can introduce some cosmetics to you."

Yu Xia’s eyes brightened, and she immediately nodded very obediently, "Yes, please."

Lu Jingchen brought out a bowl of fragrant and delicious sticky rice porridge from the kitchen and placed it in front of Song Qiao.

Song Qiao glanced at the porridge in front of her, then raised her eyes to look at Lu Jingchen. The man’s handsome face had a composed expression, but he clearly seemed in a good mood. She took a spoonful, blew on it softly, the sweet aroma immediately filled her nostrils, whetting her appetite, and she took a taste. The flavor was good, but she was sure it wasn’t made by Mother Chen, so she turned her head to look at the man beside her and asked, "Did you cook this for me?"

Lu Jingchen turned his head to look at her, a softness appearing in his eyes, his expression unchanged, but he hummed softly in assurance.

Song Qiao’s face revealed a radiant smile, her voice gentle and sweet, "Thank you."

Lu Jingchen pursed his lips without saying a word, and began to eat his porridge. In contrast, Song Qiao was having the special porridge he made, while he and Yu Xia had plain rice porridge with side dishes.

Yu Xia, looking at the bowl of porridge in front of Song Qiao, then at the rice porridge in front of her, and then at Lu Jingchen, gave a somewhat pitiful look and directly said, "Lu Jingchen, I also want to try the porridge you made for your wife, is there any more?"

Lu Jingchen raised his eyes to look at her, his chiseled face emotionless, and his thin lips faintly uttered two words, "None left."

Yu Xia, "..." Stingy.

She knew that there must still be some in the kitchen. Initially, when she saw Lu Jingchen personally cooking porridge in the kitchen, she found it quite novel and could hardly believe that this man would make breakfast. At that moment, watching Lu Jingchen constantly stirring what was then an unidentifiable object in the pot, she wondered which unlucky person would end up tasting Lu Jingchen’s disastrous cooking.

Indeed, it turned out not to be a culinary disaster, but a sweet and tender glutinous rice porridge, which looked not only appealing but likely tasted quite good as well.

Song Qiao didn’t ask Lu Jingchen or Yu Xia about Yu Xia’s arrival; instead, it was because of how Aunt Chen addressed Yu Xia that she remembered what Xu Qian had previously told her about the Miss Yu from the Yu Family who had an engagement with Lu Jingchen. After giving it some serious thought, she became convinced that this girl who suddenly announced she would be living in the villa was indeed her.

After breakfast, Lu Jingchen went straight to the office.

When Song Qiao returned to her bedroom, she just received a call from the Song Family, which surprised her a lot. Over these past six months or so, except for an issue Song Xi raised a few months ago, she hadn’t seen Song Xi or her so-called father and stepmother.

Furthermore, she had barely seen any news about her father.

The curtains in the bedroom were fully opened, and she could directly see the outside view. The room was brightly illuminated, and Song Qiao walked to the balcony to slide the glass doors open, letting a warm breeze come in, making her feel very comfortable.

Her phone was still ringing cheerily, and just when the call was about to disconnect due to no answer, Song Qiao finally swiped to answer and placed the phone to her ear, not uttering a word but silently waiting for the person on the other end to speak.

The person on the other end of the call also remained silent for a while and seemed unable to restrain themselves anymore before they finally spoke, "Song Qiao, are you there?"

Upon hearing this voice, Song Qiao’s eyebrows slightly raised, somewhat surprised that it was the old lady of the Song Family.

That unquestionable tone, also carrying a bit of authority, could belong to no one else but the old lady of the Song Family.

Song Qiao responded indifferently, "I am here, Mrs. Song, is there anything you need?"

The words were detached, as if she were speaking to a complete stranger,

However, due to Song Qiao’s reference and tone, the old lady of the Song Family immediately became furious, and almost heatedly chided Song Qiao, "Song Qiao, I am your grandmother, how can you speak to me like this? Is this how you address your grandmother?"

The old lady always viewed herself with high esteem and pride, and she had never liked Song Qiao. She preferred the sweet-mouthed and extremely well-behaved, sensible Song Xi, so she liked this eldest daughter of hers even less.

Especially because the old lady did not like Song Qiao’s mother, who initially was brought home by her son to marry. Frankly, if it wasn’t for Song Qiao’s mother bringing a several million dowry insisting to marry her son, perhaps the Song Family wouldn’t have attained such a high status today.

But also, because it was leveraging Song Qiao’s mother’s dowry that the Song Group and the Song Family’s position in An City soared exponentially, this made the old lady feel like someone always poked at their backbone, claiming her son climbed his way up through his wife.

She had always thought highly of her son and believed that even without Song Qiao’s mother, his son could have made the Song Group thrive better, but in reality, it was Song Qiao’s mother that made the Song Group soar.

Especially since someone deliberately mentioned this matter in front of the old lady, saying how lucky her son was to have married Song Qiao’s mother, securing such a status for the Song Family.

This made the old lady feel like there was a thorn stuck in her heart, making her dislike Song Qiao and her mother even more. From the marriage of Song Qiao’s mother to after the first two initially good years, from the third year onwards, her attitude drastically changed. Outwardly, she dared not treat Song Qiao’s mother poorly, since at that time no one in An City could shake the status of the Mu Family, but behind closed doors, she continuously created obstacles and difficulties for Song Qiao’s mother.

Also, because Song Qiao’s mother loved her son too much, even though she was troubled by her mother-in-law, she still endured silently without complaint.

Song Qiao was very young, about three or four years old, when she once saw the old lady in a bad mood, taking out her anger on her mother, even going as far as to physically abuse her mother. Back then, when she tried to stop her, she instead got hit herself.

It was from that moment onwards that Song Qiao stopped liking this so-called grandmother and even began acting as if she didn’t have a grandmother from that time.

Hearing the words of the old lady, Song Qiao remained unmoved, a light smile still present on her face, but the smile did not reach her eyes, "Mrs. Song, did you call me for a reason? If there’s nothing important, I’ll hang up. I’m quite busy."

"Song Qiao, you..." the old lady had never been treated like this before, and in an instant, fury overwhelmed her as she burst out, "Song Qiao, is this how you talk to your elders? Your mother died, no one taught you anymore, and you can just behave so ill-mannered?"