The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief-Chapter 773 - 224 Her Definition of Bitterness Seems to Refer to Coffee, Yet Not Quite

The man’s face was still somewhat gloomy, and he abruptly tossed the pen in his hand aside, leaned back in the chair, and raised his hand to rub his brow, feeling inexplicably annoyed. He then reached out and tugged at the tie around his neck.

His phone on the desk began to ring. Lu Jingchen reached for it, glanced at the caller ID, and saw it was Lu An’an’s call. He frowned but still swiped to answer and put it to his ear with a muted greeting.

Lu An’an looked toward the direction of the pantry, hesitated for a moment but still took her phone and walked toward the corridor outside the office. At the end of the corridor was a large French window, a spot they often liked to sit for a while after lunch. Just as she stepped out of the office, she heard Lu Jingchen pick up the call and immediately asked, "Brother, did you have a fight with Qiaoqiao?"

Seeing Song Qiao in a gloomy and almost lifeless state today, Lu An’an immediately guessed that her older brother must have had a quarrel with Song Qiao.

Although it was just a guess, she had always been fond of Song Qiao, and now that Song Qiao had married Lu Jingchen, and was her sister-in-law, she naturally liked her even more.

Lu An’an had always felt that no woman was worthy of her brother, but when she met Song Qiao, she felt that Song Qiao was very pleasant to look at. First, because Song Qiao herself was beautiful, and secondly, because Song Qiao had a good personality and was easy to talk to. With Jingchen’s temperament and indifferent demeanor, he just needed a woman like Song Qiao who could bear with him.

Previously, Song Qiao gave her the impression that she was like a ninja turtle, enduring whenever someone troubled her, as long as they did not cross her bottom line.

Now, for some unknown reasons, Song Qiao was together with her eldest brother, and she was totally in favor of this.

The old saying goes, it’s better to demolish a temple than to break up a marriage, and she was very clear about that.

Lu Jingchen sat in front of his desk, his gaze on the data on his computer screen, and he tugged at the corner of his mouth, giving a cool smile as he said, "What makes you think we had an argument?"

Upon hearing this, Lu An’an felt that it seemed quite likely, and after thinking for a moment, she said, "Just now, when I came to the office, I saw Qiaoqiao looking so downcast. Her dark circles were so severe, she must have had a bad night’s sleep. Brother, if it wasn’t a quarrel, why would Qiaoqiao be like this?"

Pausing for a moment, she suddenly seemed to realize something, her eyebrows jumped in surprise as she exclaimed, "Brother, don’t tell me you kept her up until she couldn’t sleep last night?"

Lu Jingchen, "..."

"Who told you I kept her up last night until she couldn’t sleep?" The man’s faced darkened, clearly not looking too pleased.

Although they were far apart and on the phone, Lu An’an couldn’t help but shiver at his voice tinged with coldness, and she carefully explained, "I guessed?"

Suddenly, Lu An’an felt somewhat aggrieved. She had grown so big and her brother had never snapped at her before, but now he was actually being harsh with her.

Utterly unforgivable.

Lu Jingchen seemed to realize his tone was harsh, remained silent for a while, and then spoke more gently, "Take care of Song Qiao for me, and call me if there’s anything."

"Brother, what exactly is going on with you two?"

"It’s nothing." The man clearly didn’t want to say more, his tone indifferent, "We had some unpleasantness last night, help me look after her a bit."

Lu An’an didn’t ask any further, nodded promptly, and replied, "I got it, then brother, I’ll leave it at this, I’m going to work."

"Mm." The man hummed indifferently and hung up the call immediately, placing the phone back on the desk.

The office fell silent once again, where only the man’s breathing could be heard, and the air seemed to freeze in an instant, even the temperature started to drop.

After undoing two buttons on his shirt, Lu Jingchen rubbed his temples and then picked up the pen to continue reviewing the documents, signing only after making sure there were no mistakes.

...

Song Qiao walked into the pantry and brewed a cup of coffee for herself. She didn’t add any sugar, and once it was cool enough, she finished it in one go, her mouth instantly filled with the bitter taste.

Black coffee was inherently bitter, and it was still bitter with sugar, let alone without it. The bitterness made her frown deeply.