The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief-Chapter 772 - 223: I actually forgot, I was the one who sold myself.
Song Qiao furrowed her eyebrows, and despite her usually good temper, she couldn’t stand this kind of grinding down. Taking a deep breath and falling silent for a while, she finally spoke softly to the man, "If you agree to a divorce, I have no objections."
Lu Jingchen looked down at her, the space between his eyebrows carrying the coldness that had just crawled into his expression, "Give me a reason why you want a divorce."
"Don’t you think maintaining this marriage is very hard?" Song Qiao pursed her lips, her eyes steadily gazing at the man’s handsome face. She reached up and tidied her somewhat disheveled hair, and then suddenly chuckled to herself, continuing, "Maybe you don’t feel it, but Lu Jingchen... I’m tired. I don’t think I can keep up with this marriage any longer."
At her words, the man’s face suddenly became extremely gloomy. A large hand firmly clasped her waist with such force that she wasn’t permitted to move an inch, effectively imprisoning her in front of him. His voice was as deep as water and carried his dissatisfaction, "Song Qiao, do you even realize what you’re saying?"
Her waist was tightly gripped by the man, making her feel as if it might break from the pain. She couldn’t help but furrow her eyebrows, suppressing her discontent. After a few seconds of silence, she spoke, "Of course, I know what I’m saying. Lu Jingchen, haven’t you ever considered my words?"
Lu Jingchen’s gaze remained lowered on her, his eyes seemingly flickering with a hint of warmth, his voice hoarse, "Song Qiao, are you trying to sentence me to death right now?"
"I’m not sentencing you to death."
The handsomeness of Lu Jingchen’s face cooled down as he looked at that stubborn small face, letting out a soft cold laugh, "Thinking of divorce? I really haven’t considered that topic. Song Qiao, you’d better take back those words; I’ll pretend you never said them."
"But I’ve already said it." Her good temper instantly snapped, and the man’s firm grip on her waist seemed to tighten even more, making her feel as if her waist was indeed about to break. She couldn’t help but try to peel his hand away, biting her teeth to continue, "I genuinely hope you would consider a divorce, Lu Jingchen, I really am tired."
His strength was immense, and she couldn’t pry his hand off. After trying twice, she gave up and let him continue to hold her waist, biting her lip hard, showing a radiant smile that didn’t reach the depths of her eyes, "Isn’t Miss Zuo already back? If we divorce, you can be with her. Otherwise, are you planning to have her become a mistress?"
"What does Guan Yuqing have to do with this?" Lu Jingchen immediately caught the implication in Song Qiao’s words, his eyebrows furrowing. Looking at that small face, he then laughed and, pinching her chin, said, "Do you suspect that I’m having an affair with Yuqing?"
"No." She firmly answered, feeling the atmosphere between them changing, making it difficult even to breathe. Yet, she did not continue to explain, instead saying, "You got hurt while saving her. Anyone with eyes can see her importance to you. I don’t know what you really think, but Lu Jingchen, for the good of all three of us, don’t you think it’s better if we separate? Don’t worry, if we divorce, I won’t want any of your property. You already gave me five hundred thousand when I married you..."
"You don’t say, I almost forgot why you married me." Lu Jingchen looked down at her delicate and beautiful face, his tone now carrying an indescribable cold and domineering chill, laughing coldly, his hand still on her chin, "It was you who asked to marry me. And I gave you five hundred thousand. Essentially, you sold yourself to me. Song Qiao, unless you return the five hundred thousand to me, don’t even think about divorce."
Song Qiao’s face turned pale, and after a while, she laughed softly, "I seem to have forgotten that I’ve sold myself."
The man’s eyebrows furrowed even deeper, looking at her smile and the mockery between her eyebrows, he felt an inexplicable suffocation in his chest, and the words on his lips couldn’t come out.
Feeling oddly irritated, he suddenly let go of Song Qiao’s chin and waist, pulled the quilt aside, got out of bed from the other side, took the bathrobe that was thrown there, and then said to her, "You sleep here, I’ll go to the next room."
Song Qiao paused, just as she was about to say something, her gaze fell on the man’s waist, and she froze, her hand on the blanket unconsciously curling up as she abruptly called out to him, "Your wound... let me apply medicine on it."
At that moment, the man’s wound, which had stopped bleeding and scabbed earlier, had split open again, perhaps due to the intense altercation from before. Although the bleeding wasn’t severe, it still looked somewhat shocking.
The man glanced down at it, then spoke indifferently with a cold tone, "No need."
With that, he turned and headed straight for the door without looking back.
Song Qiao didn’t know what came over her, but her body reacted faster than her brain. She immediately threw the blanket aside, jumped off the bed, rushed to the man’s back, and swiftly caught his arm, her voice softer than before, "Your wound needs to be treated, what if it worsens and gets infected?"
She had always known that he was careless with his body, but she was still his wife for now, and couldn’t allow him to do this.
Having calmed down, she also realized that she was a bit too temperamental today, and what she said had crossed his line.
Sometimes even she didn’t understand why she was acting this way.
Lu Jingchen stopped in his tracks, a note of mockery in his tone as he suddenly turned around, looking down at her, "One minute you say words to provoke me, the next you want to care for me. Song Qiao, just what do you think I am, huh?"
Song Qiao lifted her gaze to the man’s distinct face and for a moment felt her breath catch. The hand that was holding him unconsciously began to slowly let go, feeling an inexplicable ache in her heart.
Watching her slowly let go of him, Lu Jingchen’s face grew even darker, but he didn’t say a word and turned to open the bedroom door, walking out. When he closed the door, he deliberately slammed it with great force, making a loud ’bang’.
Looking at the closed door, Song Qiao bit her lips and walked back to the bed to sit down. After hesitating for a moment, she still took out her mobile phone and called the family doctor to ask him to come.
After Lu Jingchen left the bedroom, he did not go to the guest room but to the study instead.
Upon opening the door to the study, he immediately raised his hand to switch on all the lights inside. Because Song Qiao’s study had been used by Chu Munan and the others for performing surgery on Yu Xia not too long ago, Song Qiao had been sharing a study with him. At this very moment, another white desk had been placed next to his desk in the study room that originally had only one desk, belonging to Song Qiao.
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The next morning, when Song Qiao woke up, washed up, changed her clothes, and walked out of the bedroom, she glanced at the next room. Seeing the door closed, she hesitated but eventually did not go over and instead turned and walked downstairs.
"Madam, you’re up." The moment Chen Mama saw Song Qiao coming down, she immediately greeted her with a smile, "Breakfast is ready. Would you like to eat now?"
Song Qiao nodded, scanned the dining room, but didn’t see Lu Jingchen. She held back before directly asking, "Hasn’t Lu Jingchen come down yet?"
"The master went to the company early in the morning." Chen Mama said directly, "He went to the office without even having breakfast. I wonder if there’s some issue at the company."
Song Qiao stiffened abruptly, biting her lips, feeling inexplicably even more uneasy.
He left for the company early in the morning, probably because he didn’t want to see me, right?
"Madam, what’s wrong?" Chen Mama, seeing Song Qiao standing there silently, became a bit worried and asked.
Coming back to her senses, Song Qiao immediately shook her head, "It’s nothing."
After breakfast, Song Qiao went straight to the office. The events of the morning had dampened her spirits. Sitting at her desk early in the morning, she started to stare blankly at the blank computer screen.
Lu An’an saw her state and couldn’t help but tease, "Song Qiao, did you get dumped? Why do you look half-dead?"
Song Qiao lazily looked up at her, randomly clicking the mouse in her hand, and said, "No, I might’ve eaten too much this morning and feel uncomfortable."
Clearly disbelieving, Lu An’an gave a meaningful, "Is that so?"
Song Qiao raised her hand to rub her temples and then calmly responded, "I didn’t sleep well last night. Do you have any coffee over there?"
Lu An’an nodded, looked into Song Qiao’s eyes, and noticed the heavy dark circles underneath. She went back to her seat, took out a small box, and returned to Song Qiao’s side, "I have coffee beans, ground coffee, and black coffee here. What would you like to drink?"
Song Qiao glanced at it, noticed there was quite a lot of coffee, and directly took a small can of black coffee, "Thank you."
With that, she went straight to the pantry.
Lu An’an watched Song Qiao’s retreating figure, her eyes shifting slightly, but ultimately, she returned to her seat. She took out her mobile phone from the drawer and dialed Lu Jingchen’s number.
At this moment, Lu Jingchen sat in his office, reviewing documents with pursed thin lips and an extremely grim expression, while the manager of a certain department stood there, not daring to breathe, just waiting for Lu Jingchen to finish reviewing the documents so he could take them out.
After signing, he threw the documents on the table and indifferently ordered, "Get the design department up here."
The relieved manager stepped forward to collect his documents and said, "Yes, President." Then he scrambled out of the office as if fleeing for his life.
——I posted a plot outline in the book review section, girls can take a look and leave your opinions.
