The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief
Chapter 145 - 73: Song Qiao, Lu Jingchen’s Identity is Not One You are Worthy of

Chapter 145: Chapter 73: Song Qiao, Lu Jingchen’s Identity is Not One You are Worthy of

From the moment she stepped out of the company and saw this car parked at the entrance, Song Qiao had already recognized it as Gu Linyuan’s car.

Not because she was familiar with it, but because this flashy sports car seemed to be one of a kind — she wasn’t too focused on such news about sports cars; however, previously, when she had gone out with Gu Linyuan, she saw his friends showing off pictures of this car and caught a glimpse of it. Perhaps the car was too showy that it was unconsciously etched in her memory.

Initially, she wanted to completely ignore Gu Linyuan and leave as if he didn’t exist, but to her surprise, she was stopped after only taking two steps. Song Qiao looked at the man blocking her way, her brows involuntarily furrowing.

Hearing his words was like hearing some kind of joke, she couldn’t help but laugh out loud, a mocking smile appearing on her face, her lips slightly parted as she spoke gently yet with a hint of coldness, "Mr. Gu, if there’s nothing else, please let me through. Oh~ even if there is something, please let me through, I’m in a hurry!"

Saying that, she directly walked past Gu Linyuan towards the bus station.

Today, she had promised her grandfather to visit him at the hospital and, incidentally, to buy his favorite wontons. If she left now, she would just make it in time for dinner.

She knew very well that her grandfather would probably skip dinner just to eat the wontons she bought for him.

Gu Linyuan watched as Song Qiao left without any sign of attachment, not even considering responding to him. His eyes instantly turned murky, and almost subconsciously, he reached out and grabbed the girl’s arm, causing her to halt. He repeated himself, "Qiao, I heard your grandfather is going to have surgery and needs five hundred thousand. I’ll give you the money if you leave that man. He’s not right for you!"

The expression on Song Qiao’s face vanished instantly, leaving her delicate features emotionless, "That is my business, none of your concern!"

Gu Linyuan’s face darkened, his grip on Song Qiao’s arm tightening as he spoke in an almost heavy tone, "Song Qiao, a man with Lu Jingchen’s status is not someone you can match. Do you understand what I am saying? You need five hundred thousand, right? I’ll give it to you! Leave Lu Jingchen, you’re no match for him!"

The pain from her arm caused Song Qiao’s brows to tighten, almost feeling as if the scum, Gu Linyuan, would break her arm.

Perhaps realizing Song Qiao’s discomfort, Gu Linyuan finally let go of her arm. However, he still stood in front of her.

As it was the peak of rush hour, quite a number of employees continued to exit the company, and the attention-grabbing sports car was already conspicuous enough. Now, with the two of them standing here, it drew frequent glances from many passersby.

Looking up at the face she knew all too well, the face that once looked at her with doting smiles, Song Qiao suddenly recalled the memories of their past. Thinking of Gu Linyuan with Yun Wei, and the images of him with Song Xi, she felt for the first time that she never truly understood Gu Linyuan’s character.

Not to mention the things he kept from her, but just the fact that right after they broke up, when everyone thought Gu Linyuan would end up with Yun family’s young miss, Yun Wei, this man unexpectedly became inseparable with Song Xi.

She couldn’t help but reflect on how time has indeed proven their past ephemeral — in just less than half a month, this man could reappear and say such things to her?

She’s not good enough for Lu Jingchen?

Yes, indeed she’s not, but it’s not his place to say it.

Song Qiao took a step back, lifting her other hand — fair and delicate, seeming most fit for playing the piano — and couldn’t resist rubbing the arm that ached from being grabbed. A mocking smile began to form on her lips, "Mr. Gu, have you forgotten what we said before? Next time we meet, we’ll be strangers. So, my affairs do not concern you. Please move aside, I’m in a hurry and don’t have time to waste here with you!"

"Qiao, for the sake of our past together, I speak for your own good..." The man stared at her intently, perhaps a bit too agitated as even his breathing became heavy. His hand by his side clenched involuntarily as he continued to plead, "A lofty man like Lu Jingchen, how could he possibly fancy you? Qiao, you should see the reality of your situation. He’s just playing with you, and once he’s tired, he’ll kick you to the curb!"

At first, when he heard the name Lu Jingchen, it sounded very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before. But at that time, with Song Xi throwing a tantrum and the shocking news of Song Qiao’s marriage claiming the man as her husband, it felt like a blow to his head, so he didn’t get around to checking the man’s identity.

In An City, there is only one Lu Family, a family that is one of the most prestigious in the city. Whether it’s their family status or their assets, they are far ahead of the Gu Family.

The name Lu Jingchen had become renowned in An City a few years ago, only to fade when he suddenly went abroad for some reason, and others slowly obscured his fame. However, the legends about Lu Jingchen’s past still lingered on.

A big shot who could call the shots in An City a few years ago once evaluated the young Lu Jingchen, saying that in a few years’ time, An City would definitely belong to Lu Jingchen. He would be the only one who had the power to turn the world upside down at his prime.

At that time, he was just in high school, and Lu Jingchen was the figure he looked up to in his youth, a personage one could only catch a glimpse of in news magazines.

Because, while others might be famous due to their family background, Lu Jingchen’s fame was entirely the result of his own effort, his genius-like thinking, and his inhuman means.

This time Lu Jingchen’s return to the country was not widely known; he checked yesterday and found out that man had been back in An City for half a month, yet he only appeared in a magazine once, and that was because of Song Qiao.

Regarding that not-so-clear photo that merely showed a back, Gu Linyuan naturally recognized at a glance that it was Song Qiao—after all, the two had been together for so many years.

Looking at the girl in front of him, he still felt guilty inside, after all, she was the girl he had once liked. However, due to family reasons, he was forced to give up the dream of being with her.

This time, he came entirely for the sake of Song Qiao’s well-being.

The pain in Song Qiao’s hand slowly diminished, but it was still a bit uncomfortable to touch. Gu Linyuan had really pinched too hard earlier, probably aiming to break her hand off.

The coldness in her face intensified, she looked at Gu Linyuan in front of her with a sneer, her voice still carrying a bit of her ethereal tone, "Even if he gets tired of playing with me and dumps me, that is my own business, what’s it to you? You’ve played with my feelings for so many years and I haven’t held it against you, what right do you have to lecture me?" Her face full of scorn, she lifted her hand to adjust the strap of her backpack and continued, "Gu Linyuan, since we’ve broken up, don’t come bothering me anymore, or else I might end up finding you utterly detestable."

Gu Linyuan’s eyes tightened violently upon hearing Song Qiao’s words, instinctively stepping back, the color draining from his face, as if struck by a blow, his eyes filled with disbelief as he looked at the girl in front of him, whose face was tinged with mockery. His lips moved, but he couldn’t utter a word.

After giving him a fleeting glance, Song Qiao knew her words had taken effect and had no intention of wasting more time with him there; she turned and headed straight for the bus stop.

More and more employees were leaving work around them, but there were very few employees of this company who took the bus, probably only the cleaning ladies and Song Qiao took the bus like her.

Some zealous individuals once calculated that 99.9% of the company’s employees either drove or took taxis every day, but these people would definitely not take the bus, as they felt it beneath their dignity.

Song Qiao once thought frustratingly that she, including the cleaners, constituted that 0.1%—probably even the cleaners had their own cars.

Watching Song Qiao’s figure disappearing from his sight as she left, Gu Linyuan experienced for the first time what true defeat felt like. His fist clenched tight, and in the end, he slammed it down onto the expensive sports car.

By the time Song Qiao arrived at the hospital, it was already an hour later.

An City wasn’t particularly prone to traffic jams and the traffic was generally smooth. The reason it took her almost half an hour was entirely because she went to buy wontons and only realized she didn’t bring cash, carrying only a bank card and her ID. After finding somewhere to withdraw money and making the purchase, she was already half an hour late by the time she reached the hospital.

Carrying the steaming hot wontons out of the elevator, she was startled by the scene in front of her.

She saw two expressionless men in black, with sunglasses, standing outside her grandfather’s hospital room like door gods, and Zhang Mama seemed a bit at a loss in the corridor, trying to enter the room but being outright stopped by the men in black.

Zhang Mama, catching sight of Song Qiao who was startled at the elevator entrance, seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and hurriedly spoke up, "Miss, you’re here, that man brought that woman with him!"

At the mention of this, Song Qiao’s heart almost leapt to her throat, the wontons dropping to the ground from her hand, but she couldn’t care less. She rushed forward to barge into the room, her voice urgent and cold, "Get out of the way! Let me in!"

The men in black, of course, did not let Song Qiao pass, standing squarely in her way.

"Get out of the way—I said get out of my way, let me in!" Out of worry for her grandfather, Song Qiao’s eyes were almost red with anger as she yelled, utterly ignoring everything else as she rushed towards the room, pushing the two men in black aside.