The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief-Chapter 777 - 227: Encountering an Ex-Boyfriend

After it ended, Song Qiao was so exhausted she couldn’t muster any strength at all. If not for the man’s strong arms supporting her waist, she would have probably slumped directly onto the seat.

Lu Jingchen did not sit up straight away either, one hand supporting her waist, the other securing the back of her head, his heavy breathing fanning her face, the low voice slightly husky, "Happy now?"

Song Qiao wanted to pull back and create some distance between them, but with both the back of her head and her waist restrained, and no room to retreat in the cramped carriage, her face was flushed red, and her ears were even redder and hotter, making her wonder if she had a fever.

Looking at that proud and handsome face, Song Qiao felt an inexplicable irritation inside and glared at him discontentedly, "Lu Jingchen, that’s enough..."

A mere kiss could make him happy?

Come on, the one who benefits from a kiss is clearly him, not her, right?

Yet the man’s expression was unchanged, his deep eyes held a meaningful smile as he looked at her, his warm breath hitting her face, and his voice even huskier than before, "Not happy? How about another round?"

Song Qiao stiffened instantly, hastily saying, "I’m feeling better now, let go of me, don’t do it again."

He still did not heed her, firmly embracing her waist to prevent her from moving, chuckled in a low voice, showing he was in a good mood, and asked again, "Really happy now?"

Song Qiao was not pleased, but she still nodded frantically, "Really."

"Then smile for me."

Song Qiao, "..." Feeling helpless, she still forced a smile on her face.

However, after a glance, the man simply said, "It’s not a nice smile."

Upon hearing that, Song Qiao was so angered she nearly wanted to bite him, gritting her teeth, "What exactly do you want, Lu Jingchen?"

The man’s expression remained the same, and he kissed her a few more times but did not really go for another round. Instead, he kissed the corners of her mouth, speaking in a low voice, "I upset you, so now I am trying to make it up to you."

She froze, taking a good while to come back to her senses, then blinking, she looked at the man before her, staying silent for a few seconds before saying, "You’re trying to coax me?"

"Didn’t you notice?" Lu Jingchen’s deep eyes directly fixed on her as he asked in return.

Song Qiao truly hadn’t noticed; this man’s actions only made her feel that he was relentlessly teasing her.

In terms of kissing, she would never be a match for this man, and furthermore, she wasn’t particularly keen on it; so she could probably just say she was being taken advantage of by him, the beneficiary naturally being him. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

But Song Qiao didn’t voice this, fearful that the man would trap her here again to continue, so after a few seconds of silence, she put on a shallow smile and said directly, "I’m happy now, can you let me go?"

Lu Jingchen deeply gazed at the charmingly smiling woman in his arms, finally relenting and letting her go, but his big hand was still laid on her waist.

The blush that had spread over her face from the forced kiss had now completely faded. Song Qiao sat up straight, trying to move a bit to the side to distance herself from the man, but as soon as she moved, the hand at her waist tightly embraced her.

Song Qiao dared not move anymore, worried that the man would just lean in again.

Soon, the car stopped outside a famous jewelry store in An City.

Song Qiao looked up at the jewelry store before her, unable to help frowning slightly, then turned to Lu Jingchen and asked, "Are we here to buy something?"

The man hummed softly and then opened the car door to get out first and went around to help her out, his gentle voice still habitually deep, "Let’s go, I have arranged everything. Whichever one you like, we buy; if you like them all, we’ll buy them all."

Song Qiao was speechless, holding back the urge to retort, but still couldn’t help saying, "Even if you buy them all, I won’t be able to wear them all."

The man chuckled lowly, leading her out of the car, one hand around her waist and the other holding her hand, leaning in close to her ear and saying with a breath, "You could wear a different one each day..."

Song Qiao, "..." Indeed, having money means you can do what you want.

...

The two entered the jewelry store hand in hand, and were immediately greeted by a member of the staff, who with a practiced smile spoke very respectfully, "Mr. Lu, Mrs. Lu, you’ve arrived."

Lu Jingchen responded with a faint hum and then said, "Bring out those rings for me."

The clerk immediately replied, "Of course, Mr. Lu. Please wait a moment."

With that, she promptly withdrew.

"You’ve prepared a lot of rings?" Song Qiao, realizing belatedly, looked up at Lu Jingchen and asked.

The man’s expression remained unchanged as he glanced down at the woman in his arms and said, "Not many, I’ve just selected a few good-looking ones for you to see which you prefer."

Song Qiao didn’t think too much of it and acknowledged with an "Oh" before starting to look around the jewelry store, feeling an inexplicable sense of glittering opulence. She seldom visited such places, especially when she didn’t have money in the past. This was actually her first time entering such a high-end jewelry store.

Lu Jingchen led her directly to a sitting area nearby, took a seat with her, picked up her hand, squeezed it gently in his palm and then said, "If you don’t like any of them, I can have someone select more for you."

Song Qiao paused, her gaze shifted from perusing the store to Lu Jingchen, feeling a hint of threat in his words, but after a moment of silence, she curved her eyes into a smile, nodded, and agreed, "Okay."

Soon, several clerks came out with some exquisite boxes, placed them in front of Song Qiao and Lu Jingchen, opened them with formulaic smiles to reveal a neatly arrayed set of couple’s rings, and said respectfully to them, "Mr. Lu, Mrs. Lu, please take your time to choose. If you’re not satisfied, you can tell us."

"You can leave us." Lu Jingchen waved his hand, signaling them to step back.

The clerks immediately responded and went about their tasks.

Looking at the dozens of pairs of rings in front of her, Song Qiao felt dazzled and couldn’t help but marvel again at the capriciousness of the wealthy.

Lu Jingchen, seeing Song Qiao’s indecision, explained with a smile, "This store is also part of CK holdings, even if you wanted all of them, it’d be fine."

Hearing Lu Jingchen’s words, Song Qiao was somewhat surprised, but soon she muttered, "I’m not that greedy."

The man chuckled and didn’t say anything. Just as he was about to say something else, his phone in his pocket rang. Lu Jingchen took out his phone, glanced at the caller ID, then looked up at Song Qiao and said, "You pick one here first, I need to step out to take a call."

Song Qiao hummed in response, and the man left with his phone.

As soon as Lu Jingchen was gone, Song Qiao couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, she looked down at the rings in the box. Ninety percent of them were diamond rings, varying in carat size, some were very large, probably twenty or thirty carats. Wearing them would be like a beacon for robbers and could literally shine trouble onto herself.

Perhaps many people prefer bigger carat diamond rings, but Song Qiao didn’t. The larger the carat, the more she felt it was a show of ostentation.

In fact, she was somewhat resentful of the rich.

She stared at the dazzling diamonds and her gaze then landed on another box with smaller carat stones, averaging just one or two carats.

"Qiao?"

Just as Song Qiao was about to pick up one of the rings to take a look, a familiar voice with a trace of surprise called out to her.

She lifted her head in the direction of the voice, only to see the person approaching and involuntarily furrowed her brow slightly, yet out of politeness, she still greeted calmly, "Mr. Gu, what a coincidence."

The tall man standing not far, dressed in a suit, was none other than her ex-boyfriend whom she hadn’t seen for a few months, Gu Linyuan.

At this moment, Gu Linyuan exuded a mature and steady aura, appearing quite changed from a few months ago, at least more composed than before.

When Gu Linyuan confirmed it was indeed Song Qiao, a smile surfaced on his face. He took steps towards her and asked warmly, "Qiao, what a coincidence, what brings you here?"

Song Qiao glanced at the ring in front of her and then looked up at Gu Linyuan, responding, "As you see, I’m selecting a ring."

Hearing her words, the normally composed man’s eyes sharply narrowed. He looked down at the rings displayed in front of Song Qiao, his expression changing slightly, his hand by his side clenched into a fist unconsciously, but the smile on his face remained, "You and he have been married for so long, and haven’t bought rings yet?"

Song Qiao just hummed lightly, seemingly unconcerned, and said, "I hadn’t thought about buying rings before... By the way, are you here to buy jewelry too?"

"I came with my mother." Gu Linyuan, feeling a bit uncomfortable yet maintaining a courteous smile, explained, "Her birthday is coming up, I’m buying a jewelry set for her."