The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief-Chapter 750 - 215: You can leave if you want, but you’ll have to walk back on your own.
Lu Jingchen was injured in his waist. Just now, when he saw Chu Munan firing at him, he almost instinctively shielded Zuo Yuqing by his side. He had said before in the car that as long as Zuo Yuqing was in his sight, he would protect her completely.
Seeing those people pointing guns at Song Qiao’s head, preparing to take her away, Lu Jingchen got up from Zuo Yuqing’s support, his complexion almost pale as the blood slowly drained away. Watching those men about to get in the car and leave, he was about to chase after them, "Song Qiao..."
However, after only two steps, his arm was grabbed by a strong hand, and with a powerful tug, he was pulled back. The angry and icy voice of Xi Mohan rang in his ear, "Lu Jingchen, do you have a fucking death wish? Can’t you see your blood is flowing non-stop? Do you wish to bleed out?"
Lu Jingchen watched as those men threw Song Qiao into one of the cars and prepared to leave. With a dark expression on his face, he directly shook off Xi Mohan’s grip on his arm, his thin lips void of warmth as he spat out a word, "Scram!"
Xi Mohan’s eyebrows were filled with coldness, and he naturally did not let go of the man’s arm, his tone indifferent, "Didn’t you fucking hear just now? It was your wife who voluntarily let them take her hostage. Why the hell are you chasing them?"
Song Qiao’s voice was neither loud nor soft, but the sharp-eared Yuqing naturally heard it, completely not understanding what Song Qiao was thinking by actively letting those men take her hostage.
Was this woman brainwashed by the kidnappers? Or is her mind not functioning right?
What kind of person is Chu Munan? He’s a devil who doesn’t blink an eye when killing, and Song Qiao is quite daring indeed.
Xi Mohan was very irritated. If it weren’t for the fact that Song Qiao is Ning Wan’s best friend, he would have shot without hesitation just now. It was a rare opportunity to kill that bastard; even if it meant mutual destruction in the end, he would have no regrets.
If he doesn’t eliminate the problem at its roots now, it will be extremely troublesome when that man comes back for revenge.
Lu Jingchen felt not only the pain of his wound but also his head throbbing. Looking at Xi Mohan in front of him, he managed a cold smile, then said, "If Ning Wan were the one taken hostage, would you still be as calm as you are now?"
Xi Mohan was taken aback for a moment, the malice in his eyes dark and terrifying, yet he still kept a stoic face, his voice tinged with a touch of indifference, "Unfortunately, the one being threatened right now is not Ning Wan, but your wife."
He glanced at Zuo Yuqing, who was somewhat at a loss standing there, and said indifferently, "Take care of him, accompany him to the hospital."
Zuo Yuqing, hearing Xi Mohan’s words, slowly came back to her senses. Suddenly she looked up at him, her voice trembling slightly, "Then... what about you?"
Xi Mohan directly called over his subordinates to support Lu Jingchen and prevent him from chasing the cars that had already left. A mocking smile appeared on his face, "Someone’s wife is still in the hands of others, of course, I’m going to snatch her back, otherwise, it’s not a joke if she ends the friendship with me later."
Watching as Xi Mohan drove off with some of his men, leaving others to take care of Lu Jingchen, Zuo Yuqing’s expression changed somewhat. Lu Jingchen, supported by the subordinates, wanted to follow, but due to excessive blood loss, he fainted on the spot.
...
A few kilometers away from the villa area at a certain bus stop, Song Qiao sat there somewhat dazed, as the unceasing heavy rain poured, washing over the entire city.
Chu Munan and his men hadn’t made things too difficult for her. After leaving the sight of Xi Mohan and the others, they simply let her off, and even found a bus shelter for her to stand under the rain.
Song Qiao didn’t carry her cellphone, nor did she have any money. She could only sit there, a bit stunned, watching the heavy rain before her. The image of Lu Jingchen taking a bullet for Zuo Yuqing kept replaying in her mind, unable to be shaken off.
An abrupt screeching of brakes suddenly rang in her ears, splashing water that wet her feet.
Song Qiao looked up at the black Bentley Mulsanne that had stopped in front of her without moving. The car door opened in the back, and a tall, imposing man stepped out, his gaze indifferently falling on her as he spoke dispassionately, "Get in."
Song Qiao still didn’t move, but looked at Xi Mohan and said, "Let them go, let them leave this place."
Upon hearing Song Qiao’s words, Xi Mohan couldn’t help feeling incredulous, and after a long while, he scoffed, saying, "Your husband has been shot and is now unconscious on the way to the hospital, and you still want me to let them go?"
Song Qiao stiffened but still didn’t change her stance, looking directly at Xi Mohan and saying, "You also shot someone. Doesn’t that make it even?"
He curled his lips into a cold smile, his face tinged with a hint of mockery as he directly spoke, "I wasn’t aware that you have such a saintly heart, directly pleading for a man like Chu Munan. What, just because they didn’t do anything to you? So you automatically assume they’re good people?"
"I’ve never assumed that they’re inherently good," Song Qiao replied coolly, with a slight frown, "It’s just that they haven’t done anything to you either. It’s only a matter of you shooting someone, and someone else shooting Lu Jingchen in return. Everybody’s even, aren’t they? Why bother pursuing it further?"
After all, from the beginning to the end, Chu Munan never hurt her. When they first occupied their villa, it was just to force Lu Jingchen to show himself, and he didn’t do anything to harm them.
Song Qiao felt that there was no need to continue pursuing this matter; otherwise, she would not have taken the initiative to offer herself as their hostage to ensure their safe departure.
"Get in the car," Xi Mohan commanded in an unchanging tone, addressing Song Qiao without any warmth. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂
Song Qiao didn’t speak any further, knowing the kind of man Xi Mohan was and realizing that saying more would be futile. She stood up and walked directly toward the parked Bentley Mulsanne.
...
In the hospital, Lu Jingchen had already been rushed straight into the operating room.
When Song Qiao arrived at the entrance of the operating room under Xi Mohan’s oppressive lead, she saw not only Xi Mohan’s subordinates standing there but also Zuo Yuqing waiting on the side.
Zuo Yuqing, who had been covering her face with both hands, suddenly looked up at the sound of footsteps. The next second, she stood up quickly and approached Song Qiao, and before anyone could react, she slapped Song Qiao across the face.
A crisp ’smack’ resounded through the corridor.
Zuo Yuqing’s slap was forceful, skewing Song Qiao’s face to one side, and her somewhat long fingernails left a red mark on her cheek.
"Zuo Yuqing, what are you doing?" Xi Mohan reacted, stepping forward to stand in front of Zuo Yuqing and seizing her hand as it was poised to deliver another slap. His face was grim as water, his voice tinged with anger.
Zuo Yuqing’s face bore an angry expression, her eyes reddened with fury as she fixed her hateful gaze on Song Qiao and spoke coldly, "Song Qiao, you had it coming."
After speaking, she turned her gaze to Xi Mohan, a sardonic look coloring her delicate and pretty face. She directly said, "Did you not see what I did? I struck her. If it weren’t for her, why would Jingchen possibly be lying in the operating room?"
Song Qiao closed her eyes for a moment, then looked up at Zuo Yuqing, who stood there with a face full of rage. She touched the cheek that had been slapped and spoke coolly, "Lu Jingchen is lying in the operating room now; do you think this is entirely my fault, Song Qiao?"
"Even if it’s not your fault, it’s because of you," Zuo Yuqing retorted without stepping back, pressing on, "It’s enough that you let that scumbag shoot Lu Jingchen, but you also volunteered to be their hostage and helped them escape, Song Qiao!"
Song Qiao looked at Zuo Yuqing indifferently, glanced down at her feet which for some reason were now bare, standing directly on the ground, and frowned. After a moment, she raised her head to meet Zuo Yuqing’s gaze, her voice neutral, "No matter what, I am still Lu Jingchen’s wife. It’s natural that he’d come to save me. Yet, Zuo Yuqing, unless I’m wrong or my amnesia fails me, the bullet Lu Jingchen took was to protect you."
Zuo Yuqing’s face turned pale, and she couldn’t help but step back twice.
Song Qiao, however, looked away from her and turned to Xi Mohan, her voice subdued, "If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going back first."
"Wait here until he comes out of surgery," Xi Mohan, however, was unruffled, releasing Zuo Yuqing’s hand, his brow and eyes exuding a cold fierceness, "When he’s out, I will naturally have someone send you back."
Song Qiao laughed, her smile laced with a trace of mockery as she directly said, "Staying here is not going to ensure his safe and sound recovery. Moreover, he was injured taking a bullet for Miss Zuo, not me. With Miss Zuo here by his side, don’t you think I am the redundant one?"
"You are his wife," Xi Mohan stated expressionlessly.
Upon hearing Xi Mohan’s words, Song Qiao’s laughter grew colder as she responded, "It’s rather kind of you, his ’good brother,’ to remember that I am his wife. However, when Lu Jingchen took that bullet for Miss Zuo, he probably didn’t remember that I, Song Qiao, am his wife, did he?"
Feeling unable to outargue Song Qiao, Xi Mohan simply stated indifferently, "You are free to leave if you wish, find your own way back."
