The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief
Chapter 151 - 78 Is this also your job? Are you that short of money?

Chapter 151: Chapter 78 Is this also your job? Are you that short of money?

However, at this moment, a commotion suddenly arose at the entrance, and a group of well-trained bodyguards were the first to walk in, standing on either side as if waiting for someone.

The newcomers were none other than Lu Jingchen and Lin Musen.

Lin Musen, trailing behind Lu Jingchen, had a strange expression, one that could certainly be described as unattractive, but it was nowhere as severe as the dark countenance Lu Jingchen was sporting, his handsome face appearing almost dripping with gloom.

The man, noble and elegant, was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, not a suit but a thin long coat. One could vaguely make out a frosty look on his face. One hand was tucked into his pocket, and the other hung by his side, his sharp gaze scanning around the bar as he walked in, and then landing on a woman on the stage whose expression was rather unpleasant.

Many people in the bar had already noticed the commotion at the door, including Gu Linyuan, who was about to walk towards Song Qiao but paused, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watched the noble and elegant man at the entrance, a distinct gloom flashing through his eyes.

"Gu junior, isn’t that Lu junior?" Inside a private room on the second floor where Gu Xicheng was, a man who was paying attention to Song Qiao on the stage spotted Lu Jingchen standing at the door and couldn’t help but remind the nearly dozing Gu Xicheng.

Gu Xicheng, who was already growing a bit impatient, directly instructed his companions to continue doing what they were doing before Lu Jingchen’s arrival without disturbing him.

Hearing his companion’s reminder, he instantly stood up, his gaze directly landing on the people below.

At this moment, Lu Jingchen had already raised his long legs and was striding towards the stage, emitting an aura that screamed ’keep away’, his face becoming even more somber when he saw the woman on stage.

Song Qiao was unaware of the danger slowly approaching her, as the spotlights on her only allowed her to see dark silhouettes of people below the stage without seeing their expressions. She continued to strive to boost the atmosphere as per the manager’s instructions.

As soon as Lu Jingchen appeared on stage within everyone’s line of sight, it was as if a pause button had been hit below, no one dared to speak anymore. What was most imposing was his aura, so overpowering that some couldn’t help but inhale sharply.

Just when Song Qiao was starting to sense that something was off, it was already too late, and when she turned around, she saw the man who had walked up behind her at some point, looking gloomy, his large hand firmly grasping her slender arm and pulling her into a broad embrace with force.

Song Qiao was nearly startled into screaming by this unexpected action, but just as she was about to, the familiar masculine scent between his breathes stopped her scream in her throat, yet the microphone fell to the ground amid all these changes, emitting an extremely ear-piercing noise from the speakers, permeating the entire bar, making people want to cover their ears.

"Song Qiao!" The man tightly grasped the girl’s arm with one hand, and with the other hand, pinched her chin, his face so gloomy that it seemed water might drip from it, his usually mild voice carrying a hint of coldness, "What are you doing here? Huh? Is this your job? Are you that desperate for money?"

He had come here directly after receiving a call from Gu Xicheng, having just landed from his flight in the afternoon and returned straight to the company without even resting.

This time, the man still had a chill about him, unconsciously tightening his grip on the girl’s chin, especially when he thought about how Song Qiao had just been standing on the stage smiling brilliantly at the crowd below.

Song Qiao subconsciously looked up at the man in front of her, only to find herself crashing into his deep, indifferent eyes, which also carried a hint of fatigue.

The man was wearing a pure handcrafted white shirt, meticulously ironed without any flaws, combined with his inherent noble and elegant aristocratic demeanor, appeared even more immaculate.

At this moment, the man, who usually had a gentle expression, had his stunningly handsome face shaded with a degree of harshness, even exuding a dense gloomy aura.

Looking at the man in front of her, Song Qiao felt very unfamiliar, even having a momentary illusion - did they perhaps not know each other at all?

Perhaps the pain transmitted from her chin made her unconsciously furrow her brows, even feeling as if her chin might dislocate due to the man’s grip, her expression somewhat dazed, "What are you doing here?"

"Ha!" Lu Jingchen scoffed, lowering his head to look at the delicate face that he found truly enchanting and hard not to like, as their bodies pressed close together, his voice carrying a hint of indifference, "If I hadn’t come, were you planning to entertain all night with your laughter?"

Unbeknownst to them, the microphone had already been turned off, or perhaps had already broken when Song Qiao accidentally dropped it earlier. Now their voices could only be heard by the two of them, while other people could only see the man looking angrily at the woman in his arms, their posture extremely intimate.

Suddenly, the people below couldn’t help but start speculating about the identities of these two, and though they felt that Lu Jingchen looked somewhat familiar, they couldn’t immediately recognize who this forcefully appearing man was.

Lu Jingchen is a man with a strong desire for control. To him, things he considers his possessions naturally cannot be eyed by others. After stating that, he didn’t wait for Song Qiao to respond and immediately grabbed her arm, heading towards the door.

As Song Qiao was wearing high heels and the man’s steps were quite large and fast, Song Qiao nearly fell several times.

Seemingly realizing this, the man reached out with his long arm and gloomily wrapped Song Qiao halfway into his embrace, then continued towards the door with her.

The bar manager, having received the news that Lu Jingchen had arrived at Night City, hastily left his work behind and came to the bar. When he appeared, it was just in time to see Lu Jingchen holding the newly hired nightclub hostess in a half-embrace, causing his face to change color. He hurriedly stepped forward to greet him respectfully, "Young Master Lu, what is this...?"

Lu Jingchen half-forced Song Qiao into his embrace, slightly narrowing his eyes as he looked at the middle-aged man blocking his path, a cold and dangerous aura slowly emanating from him.

At this moment, Gu Xicheng, who had just rushed down, saw Lu Jingchen’s demeanor and immediately thought to himself that it wasn’t good. He directly pulled the middle-aged man over and said, "Jingchen, you take Song Qiao and leave first; I’ll handle things here!"

Anyone with discernment could see that Lu Jingchen’s mood was very bad at the moment. Going up to him now would be like running straight into gunfire.

Anyone making that choice must have a death wish; the best option would be to get as far away as possible, otherwise there might not even be a whole corpse left.

Lu Jingchen gave him a cold glance, his expressionless face still carrying hints of anger. He let out a soft grunt before continuing to pull Song Qiao towards the door.

Lin Musen, watching the backs of Lu Jingchen and Song Qiao, couldn’t help but express his concern, "Are we really okay with letting Jingchen take Xiao Qiao away like this?"

The expression on Lu Jingchen’s face was terrifying; it seemed like they hadn’t seen him this way in a long time.

This look... as if he was about to strangle someone to death, was truly frightening.

With Song Qiao taken away by Lu Jingchen, is it really okay? What if Lu Jingchen, unable to control himself, directly strangles her?

Gu Xicheng gave him a faint glance and said, "If you’re worried, you can go follow them, unless you’re also tired of living!"

Lin Musen, "..." Life is precious, better not.

One could only hope that Song Qiao would read the atmosphere and not further provoke Lu Jingchen.

Gu Xicheng, no longer paying attention to Lin Musen, led the bar manager aside to discuss the matter concerning Song Qiao. In the meantime, Lin Musen lost any desire to sleep, and the few people with Gu Xicheng, who knew Lin Musen, invited him into the private room as well.

Once Gu Xicheng and the manager had finished their talk, the manager realized the gravity of the situation, cold sweat broke out on his back, and even his heart began to tremble uncontrollably.

Of course, Gu Xicheng didn’t tell the manager that Song Qiao was Lu Jingchen’s wife, but he purposely exaggerated their relationship to emphasize that Song Qiao was not someone any of them could afford to offend. Fortunately, nothing too big had happened today, and Lu Jingchen hadn’t heard anyone suggest that Song Qiao perform a striptease, so the bar escaped a disaster.

Otherwise, if something had happened to make Lu Jingchen even more displeased, the bar might have been smashed up for sure.

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Meanwhile, Song Qiao was pulled out of the bar by Lu Jingchen, his face still as stormy as if he could drip water. Several luxurious cars were parked at the entrance, with bodyguards all protecting Lu Jingchen, giving a vibe similar to national leaders.

Opening the car door, Lu Jingchen pulled Song Qiao’s hand and tossed her into the car—the sudden pain that shot through her hand made Song Qiao gasp in shock, her face losing all color.

The hand of Song Qiao that was hurt originally had been wrapped in gauze, but because she was performing, the gauze had been removed earlier, and it was precisely the injured hand that Lu Jingchen had grabbed.