The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief-Chapter 775 - 225: Do you think it’s appropriate for us to call off the wedding now?
Song Qiao stiffened, but still hurriedly spoke, "Okay, I’m coming down now, wait for me."
Lu Jingchen’s arrival here struck her as somewhat odd, and she didn’t know what that man could possibly want from her.
Or was he here to settle the score from last night?
The thought crossed her mind, but Song Qiao didn’t feel much emotional fluctuation, perhaps because she had anticipated this outcome.
As for what kind of man Lu Jingchen is, she may not understand him the best, but from their time together, she could somewhat tell.
A man like him, with a proud and noble temperament, cold and aristocratic, how could he ever allow a woman to challenge his bottom line?
After saving the files on her computer, she turned it off, took her phone and handbag, and walked out of the office in her high heels.
As soon as she stepped out of the company’s main entrance, she saw the black Maybach parked at the curb. The driver, seeing Song Qiao come out, immediately opened the driver’s door and went to the rear seat to open the car door for her, "Madam."
As the car door opened, she immediately saw the distinguished man seated inside, Lu Jingchen, with one leg crossed over the other, his posture casual and relaxed. Knowing she was coming, he glanced at her and then averted his eyes.
Song Qiao gritted her teeth, but still went directly to the car and got in. The driver immediately closed the door and returned to the driver’s seat, then started the car.
Once in the car, neither of them spoke a word, and the silence between them filled the small space with oppression.
After driving for a while, Song Qiao realized they were not on the way back to the villa. Wondering where they were going, she couldn’t help but finally ask, "Where are we going?"
She turned her head to look at the man beside her, her gaze falling directly onto that handsome face with half-closed eyes resting, and she couldn’t deny that Lu Jingchen was really handsome. Moreover, there was a mature and stable charm about him that probably any woman getting such a close look would find hard to resist.
"Join me for lunch," Lu Jingchen said indifferently without opening his eyes.
Song Qiao couldn’t help but frown, confused about what he was thinking, yet she refused, "I don’t have an appetite right now, I don’t want to eat..."
"If you’re not hungry, I will make sure you eat obediently," the man finally opened his eyes, looking at her with a half-smile, his deep voice magnetic and alluring.
Song Qiao, "..." Her eyebrows knit together, but she said nothing more and turned to look out the car window, clearly in no mood for conversation.
Seeing her delicate face quiet down suddenly, Lu Jingchen’s eyes darkened and unreadable, his thin lips pressed lightly together, he too said no more.
Last night, he had only slept three hours in the study; early this morning, by six, before Song Qiao even got up, he went straight to the office.
He was supposed to rest at home because of his injury, but his temper flared up because of what Song Qiao said last night, and he ended up saying things that were unpleasant.
He never wanted to hurt Song Qiao, but sometimes this woman just needed to be put in her place. He didn’t provoke her, yet she began to provoke him.
He had no relationship with Zuo Yuqing; even more so, he was not devoting all his thoughts to her now. Yet Song Qiao took it upon herself to decide for him, inviting Zuo Yuqing over as a guest.
Having Zuo Yuqing as a guest was one thing, but unfortunately, Song Qiao implied to Zuo Yuqing that she hoped Zuo Yuqing would stay by his side and that they would reconcile.
Lu Jingchen might not say he has fallen in love with Song Qiao, and he is even less sure that he has no feelings for Zuo Yuqing, but now that he and Song Qiao are married, he has not thought about reconciling with Zuo Yuqing.
This is not a multiple-choice question, because he has no choice.
Being with Song Qiao was decided earlier on.
Not because of love, but it’s not out of benefit either.
Mainly because he needed a wife, and Song Qiao just happened to suit the role.
The car soon stopped at a Chinese restaurant, and a doorman quickly came over to help open the door.
Lu Jingchen got out of the car first, his expression carrying a hint of coldness, while Song Qiao followed suit. Having arrived here, she knew she had no choice.
The restaurant’s style and decor appeared opulent and luxurious, even with a sense of splendor. As soon as Song Qiao got out of the car, she glanced at the restaurant and knew that a meal here would be pricey. But since it wasn’t her money, she didn’t need to feel the pinch.
The waiter led them to a table by the window. They still sat opposite each other, just one look away from a large flowerbed outside the window, followed by the bustling traffic.
Lu Jingchen held the menu and ordered several dishes, then passed it to Song Qiao, "Choose whatever you want to eat."
Song Qiao didn’t continue to put on airs, and maybe it was because she could smell the aroma of the food upon entering the restaurant, she actually felt hungry. After glancing at the menu a few times, she noticed that there were no prices listed, but she knew that each dish was surely expensive.
She casually selected two of her favorites before handing the menu to the waiter.
After confirming that they no longer needed to order, the waiter promptly left.
Song Qiao directly looked at Lu Jingchen across from her, her expression indifferent, "Did you call me out here just to have a meal with me?"
She didn’t believe for a moment that this man took her out to eat out of concern she wouldn’t last the afternoon without lunch.
She was more convinced that he had some matter or purpose for waiting for her downstairs of her company.
Lu Jingchen’s expression remained light, his face suddenly revealing a meaningful smile. On that handsome face, it added to his allure, his voice low yet not lacking the tenderness of love talk, "After we eat, let’s go pick out a ring."
A ring?
Hearing his words, Song Qiao stiffened, her face in disbelief as she looked at him, somewhat dazed, she asked, "Pick out what ring?"
Lu Jingchen was unperturbed, directly calling for a pot of tea, and then looked at Song Qiao, saying, "We haven’t bought our wedding rings for our ceremony on the fifteenth next month. It just so happens we have time today, I’ve already arranged everything, we’ll go see which one you like afterward."
Song Qiao’s hands resting on her knees involuntarily clenched into fists as she struggled to suppress her own temper, biting her teeth before speaking, "I thought I made myself clear last night, Lu Jingchen, don’t you think it’s completely inappropriate for us to get married now?"
"The wedding invitations are scheduled to be sent out this afternoon, do you think it’s appropriate to cancel the wedding now?" the man retorted instead of answering.
Song Qiao’s face paled, indeed having not expected Lu Jingchen to act so swiftly; the rings and wedding dress weren’t even picked out yet, but the invitations were already being prepared for dispatch.
Truth be told, she hadn’t been without anticipation for this wedding, but that was before Lu Jingchen took a bullet for Zuo Yuqing.
Now, she was far from looking forward to this wedding, even starting to contemplate divorcing this man last night.
Actually, the thought of divorce wasn’t something new; right after marrying Lu Jingchen, she had been ready to divorce at any moment. It was only later, under this man’s tenderness and pampering, that she gradually suppressed those thoughts.
However, Lu Jingchen’s injury because of Zuo Yuqing brought those suppressed thoughts back to the surface.
The only clear thought in her mind was that she couldn’t marry Lu Jingchen, she wouldn’t be the other woman.
Lu Jingchen and Zuo Yuqing... were the real couple.
Moreover, their marriage wasn’t a blessing. Lu Jingchen’s father was always against her being with his son.
Taking a deep breath internally, Song Qiao looked up at the man opposite her, biting her teeth and continuing, "Isn’t it that the invitations haven’t been sent out yet? You can just call them now, and tell them not to send them, can’t you?"
Lu Jingchen unhurriedly lifted his wrist to glance at his watch, his lips curving into a slight arc, speaking indifferently, "It’s too late. By now, they should have already started sending out the invitations."
Song Qiao, "..." You’re marrying me, have you asked for my thoughts and feelings?
The negotiation still ended in Song Qiao’s defeat; Lu Jingchen was prepared on how to handle the situation, leaving Song Qiao completely outmatched, unable to find any words to argue with.
About the matter between Zuo Yuqing and Lu Jingchen, Song Qiao didn’t want to mention it further, as it always ended up with her feeling frustrated.
The dishes they ordered were quickly served, and Song Qiao stared at the table that was neither too big nor too small, now filled to the brim, almost without space. Although several of the dishes were her favorites, she had no appetite.
When one’s mood is down, one doesn’t feel much like eating, sometimes even unable to eat at all.
One hand held chopsticks and kept poking the rice in her bowl, she then looked directly at Lu Jingchen across from her, noticing that the man’s every movement carried the air of an aristocratic young master.
"The food doesn’t suit your taste?" Lu Jingchen noticed Song Qiao’s gaze, took a sip of water from his cup, then turned to her to inquire.
Song Qiao didn’t lose her temper, rather she responded coolly, "I’m not very hungry."
"Chen Ma said you didn’t eat much this morning, and you didn’t have much last night either. Are you sure you’re not hungry?" Lu Jingchen’s expression unchanged, now having nearly finished his own meal, he saw Song Qiao hardly eating and couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows, looking at her intently as he posed the question.
