The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief-Chapter 734 - 203: Makes You Feel Like You Actually Want to Die with Me
Today’s weather was inherently gloomy, and earlier on, Song Qiao had the premonition that it wouldn’t be long before a heavy rain fell.
The curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the study and the balcony, except for the part near the woman on alert which wasn’t drawn, were almost all closed. With the study’s lights off and the man on the sofa lying with his back to the light, Song Qiao couldn’t get a clear look at what the man actually looked like, only able to faintly discern a silhouette.
Inside the study was a heavy stench of blood, which firmly reminded her that someone among these people must be injured. When she looked at Yu Xia just now, aside from being tied up and unable to move, there were no signs of injury on her body; these people hadn’t laid a hand on her.
Outside, a thunderclap suddenly erupted, followed by overcast skies, and then without warning, the heavens opened, and a downpour ensued.
"Boss, it’s started to rain outside," said the woman on guard by the window in fluent Mandarin, sounding nothing like the young blond-haired, blue-eyed man who spoke earlier. As she spoke, she turned her head, her brows slightly furrowed as she looked at the man on the sofa, her hand tightly grasping a gun.
The man who had been lying on the couch slightly propped himself up, and the two men sitting next to him immediately stepped forward to support him, causing two heavy coughs to echo through the room.
This man is injured... That was Song Qiao’s sole realization as her gaze fixed on his black shirt. Although the room wasn’t very brightly lit, she could still make out a somewhat dark, sticky substance on the front of the man’s shirt.
With her lips lightly pursed, Song Qiao remained silent. The man seemed to be seriously wounded, and although the mansion was stocked with all sorts of medicines, Song Qiao wasn’t a saint. She felt no goodwill towards these men who had inexplicably burst into her home and tied up Yu Xia.
Although she had felt a momentary sympathy for the injured man, that moment was fleeting.
Seemingly noticing Song Qiao’s gaze, the propped-up man lifted his eyes and looked directly at her. Song Qiao didn’t evade, her gaze clashing with a pair of profound black eyes, deeper than Lu Jingchen’s, as if they could unwittingly draw someone into their abyss.
Slightly furrowing her brows and diverting her gaze, Song Qiao took a while to regain her voice, "Since you are their boss, you should know that it’s wrong to break into someone else’s house. I hope you can release my friend now and leave my home."
The man surveyed Song Qiao from head to toe, and after a long silence, his thin lips parted and a husky voice arose, "Are you the CEO of CK Corporation, Lu Jingchen’s wife?" 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖
Song Qiao’s eyes widened in astonishment; she hadn’t expected the man in front of her to recognize Lu Jingchen. But then a cautionary revelation struck her heart, as she felt an ill-intentioned vibe from the stranger. She kept her lips tight, not responding to the question, wondering how serious this situation might be.
The man, however, still looked at her indifferently, his expression not as icy as it was before, but with a scholarly, and yet somehow still genteel temperament. Despite this, it couldn’t mask the intrinsic, indifferent aura of a born leader, "I’ve heard your name. Lu Jingchen’s wife also happens to be called Song Qiao, and just now, your friend also called you Song Qiao. This villa’s address coincides with where Lu Jingchen lives, Mrs. Lu!"
The people around suddenly confirmed Song Qiao’s identity, a few faces changing expressions as they all cast their gaze upon her. Even the woman on guard at the window was no exception, particularly the two men in black behind the man, who immediately drew their guns and pointed them straight at Song Qiao.
As Song Qiao looked at the dark muzzles aimed at her, her face showed no fear, but she still slightly knitted her brows, her crimson lips parting as she scoffed, "I wasn’t aware that you would worry about me, a weak woman incapable of putting up a fight. With so many of you here, do you really need to point a gun at me to feel safe?"
Facing these strangers who all held guns, Song Qiao was not without fear; in contrast, she was so frightened that she practically felt weak at the knees, but... the scene before her suggested that these people were not ordinary, they might even be dangerous criminals. If she showed fear, it might just lead them to take her as a hostage.
