The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief-Chapter 747 - 213: Mrs. Lu, your status is now in grave danger
Lu Jingchen’s expression slightly sank, and he retrieved a cigarette and a lighter from the storage compartment in front of the car. With a ’snap’, he lit the cigarette in his hand and took a drag, his gaze fixed on the brightly lit villa in front of him, whose interior scene was obscured and unclear.
Xi Mohan looked at Lu Jingchen with a deep countenance, and suddenly became angry. He couldn’t help but sneer disdainfully, speaking out in dissatisfaction, "What the hell do you want to do? You just sit in the car smoking by yourself, leaving me to stand in the rain with an umbrella waiting for you?"
Xi Mohan’s gaze at Lu Jingchen was as if the man in front of him had done something utterly detestable, his voice already laced with a faint warmth of anger, and he spoke with utmost indifference, "I left my woman behind to come here, what exactly do you want to say, say it clearly, dammit. I don’t have that much time to waste with you here."
Lu Jingchen’s eyes were half-closed, his handsome face a mix of light and shadow. He responded indifferently, "You can go, just leave your men behind for me, that’s fine."
Xi Mohan raised his eyebrows, his lips curled up in a cold sneer, "Leave them for you so that I can come and collect their corpses tomorrow?"
Lu Jingchen discarded the cigarette in his hand, but his gaze was cold as he looked toward Xi Mohan, devoid of any emotion, "I’ll return your men to you unharmed."
Xi Mohan’s response was neither hot nor cold, "I trust your character, but... I don’t trust the man inside."
Lu Jingchen was a good brother of many years, naturally, he was trustworthy. However, the man inside was not exactly a stranger, yet his character really left much to be desired. Xi Mohan naturally believed that Lu Jingchen wouldn’t make a move, but what if Chu Munan did?
The torrential rain showed no signs of letting up, pounding down on the car window and the umbrella the man held, even some droplets drifted into the car, falling on the man himself. All the while, Lu Jingchen seemed oblivious to it all, continuously puffing on the cigarette in his hand.
Xi Mohan stood there, one hand holding the black umbrella. Even though the umbrella was big enough, the downpour managed to wet the hem of his pants, darkening his already gloomy expression.
With a scholarly and indifferent voice, Xi Mohan looked coldly at him, his gaze falling on Zuo Yuqing, who had been quiet in the passenger seat all along, "Just give that man whatever he wants, no? Otherwise, it’s time to choose between your wife and your little true love. When it’s time to make a decision, you should make one. Lu Jingchen, when did you become so indecisive?"
Zuo Yuqing looked toward Xi Mohan upon hearing his words, disbelief and pallor evident in her eyes; her lips moved, but she ended up saying nothing, instead shifting her gaze to Lu Jingchen.
They had arrived at the villa over half an hour ago, but Lu Jingchen had been sitting in the car with her the whole time. She knew Chu Munan was inside that villa, only a few meters away, not very far, but for Zuo Yuqing, those few meters felt like the distance between heaven and hell.
Lu Jingchen’s brows were filled with a visible sternness, and he said indifferently, "It’s not as simple as you think."
The man laughed coldly as if he had grown impatient standing there. Xi Mohan even lifted his foot and kicked the car door, speaking coldly, "Hurry up and deal with whatever you need to, dammit. I need to get back to work."
Lu Jingchen glanced at him and finally discarded the cigarette, opening the car door and stepping out, suddenly standing under the same umbrella as Xi Mohan.
Xi Mohan looked displeased, his gaze at Lu Jingchen carrying a hint of disdain. He thrust the umbrella in his hand toward the man, speaking lightly, "Hold it yourself."
Two men standing under the same umbrella somehow looked a bit odd. Nevermind whether it was his own overthinking; it also mattered how others viewed it.
Lu Jingchen didn’t say much, simply taking the umbrella Xi Mohan passed to him, holding it himself. Meanwhile, Xi Mohan received another umbrella from his subordinate and immediately opened it, stepping back to hold it himself.
Lu Jingchen’s face suddenly darkened, his voice indifferent and devoid of emotion as he looked at Xi Mohan and spoke in a lukewarm tone, "Do you despise me?"
Xi Mohan remained expressionless, brushing off the rainwater that had landed on his suit, stating flatly, "Despise you? I wonder if getting married can make someone stupid, making it appear as if you’re not playing with a full deck. Hurry up and settle this. I don’t want to be stuck here getting drenched with you."
Lu Jingchen’s expression became stern, his unfriendly gaze fixed on the man who had already walked to the side of the car to pick up a phone, preparing to make a call.
The latter didn’t even look at him, taking out his phone and dialing a number, he spoke calmly, "Go to the hospital and keep an eye on Ning Wan. Don’t let her leave the hospital, and arrange for some people to covertly protect her."
Immediately the person on the other end of the phone complied and he hung up the call, then walked back to Lu Jingchen’s side, looking at the villa being lashed by the rain, slightly frowning, "Should we try to negotiate?"
Standing here wasn’t solving anything; it made them appear passive. They had to face the situation sooner or later. It would be better to do it sooner, so he could return to the hospital.
During this time, Xi Mohan had developed an unchangeable habit of waiting for Ning Wan to fall asleep before he could relax and either work on other things or go to sleep himself. He was always worried that one day she might disappear, so he had arranged for people to protect her in secret.
What they call protection also involves a form of surveillance.
But even with protection in place, Xi Mohan still felt uneasy, insisting on seeing for himself before he could be at ease.
...
Inside the villa, Song Qiao and Yu Xia sat on the double sofa, while Chu Munan sat on the single sofa opposite them, his eyes slightly narrowed, and it was unclear whether he was asleep or just resting with his eyes closed.
At this moment, Song Qiao’s emotions were no longer as complicated as before, perhaps because of the passage of time, which had already worn away her previous worries, anxiety, and fear, and she no longer took the initiative to ask what that man really wanted to do.
Because she knew that no matter how much she asked, she would never get the real truth about that man’s purpose for being here.
But the only certain thing was that the man truly had some grudge or entanglement with Lu Jingchen.
"Boss." Jack was keeping watch at the door when he saw the situation outside and ran over to Chu Munan’s side, his face unchanging, speaking indifferently, "Lu Jingchen and Xi Mohan are both here, and they’re outside right now."
His voice wasn’t loud but it was enough for everyone on the ground floor of the villa to hear.
Upon hearing that Lu Jingchen had arrived, Song Qiao was momentarily taken aback, almost subconsciously turning her head towards the door, but then she remembered the door was locked.
Even more unsettled than her was Yu Xia beside her. Yu Xia also heard Jack mention that Xi Mohan had come, and her half-closed eyes suddenly opened wide with a bright light emerging, and she almost stood up to rush outside.
Seeing Yu Xia’s reaction, Chu Munan’s indifferent eyes suddenly displayed a coldness as he stared at her, and the fleeting murderous intent was very clear.
Song Qiao, quick to react, immediately grasped Yu Xia, her voice lowered, "Yu Xia, what are you doing? Calm down."
The men in black around them, upon seeing Yu Xia’s movement, instinctively aimed their guns at her, but in the next moment, they saw Chu Munan raise his hand signaling them to lower their weapons.
Yu Xia seemed to realize the situation as well and when she looked up, she saw Chu Munan’s murderous gaze on her, which made her involuntarily shrink her neck and laugh awkwardly, before sitting back down, "Hehe... I just had a sudden urge to go to the restroom."
"Anna, accompany Miss Yu Xia to the restroom," the man ordered dispassionately.
Immediately, the only female among the men in black came over, "Yes, boss." Then she turned to Yu Xia with an indifferent tone, devoid of any warmth as if speaking mechanically, "Miss Yu Xia, please follow me."
Yu Xia, "..." I was just saying it casually; I didn’t really mean to go to the restroom.
But ultimately, one has to cover up their own lies, so she stiffly stood up and followed Anna to the restroom.
Chu Munan then turned his gaze back to Song Qiao, who sat upright with a straight back, and his thin lips parted lightly, "Mrs. Lu, would you care to guess whether your husband came to save you or another woman?"
Song Qiao was startled, her clear and indifferent gaze on the somewhat pale-faced man opposite her, and she spoke with some confusion, "I don’t understand what you’re saying, what do you mean by saving another woman?" 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
"Doesn’t Mrs. Lu know?" Chu Munan smiled, his gaze fixed on her, the first few buttons of his shirt undone revealing the gauze bandage over his chest wound, as his eyes watched every slight change in Song Qiao’s expression, "Mr. Lu seems quite interested in my woman, or else he wouldn’t have abandoned you, refusing to return my little pet to me. Mrs. Lu, your status is now precarious indeed."
"Are you talking about Zuo Yuqing?" Song Qiao asked straightforwardly, her first thought uttering directly from her lips.
For some reason, the first person that came to Song Qiao’s mind was Zuo Yuqing.
Chu Munan had not anticipated that Song Qiao would guess so quickly but was only slightly taken aback before he smiled and said, "So Mrs. Lu is aware, now I feel that your marriage is not so simple."
