The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief
Chapter 153 - 80: I apologize to you here; I was too harsh just now.

Chapter 153: Chapter 80: I apologize to you here; I was too harsh just now.

The man looked at her with a hint of danger in his eyes. His voice was calm, but it carried an undeniable threat, as if he would pounce on her and devour her the very next second if Song Qiao had just said they were not familiar.

Song Qiao opened her eyes and looked at that handsome face before her, feeling as though all her hopes had just plummeted.

At this moment, Song Qiao also realized this, and she knew that if she really said again that they were not familiar, this man would definitely do something as extreme as devouring her completely.

For the first time, Song Qiao felt like she had walked into a wolf’s den. She hurriedly opened her mouth to shake her head, still a little afraid inside, her voice tinged with a whimper as she said, "I know I was wrong, we are not unfamiliar with each other!"

Lu Jingchen looked at the small face covered in tears all of a sudden, and felt a pang of pain in his heart. He let go of his grip on her waist and raised his hand to wipe away the tears on her face. However, he found that the tears just couldn’t be wiped away, feeling somehow irritated, he also knew it was his fault for scaring her just now. He quickly hugged her into his embrace, allowing her cheek to be buried against his chest, his voice became a lot gentler, "All right, no more crying. I apologize to you for being too harsh just now!"

Facing a woman crying in front of him, he felt utterly helpless, as if he were flustered and at a loss.

Song Qiao felt incredibly wronged at this very moment, biting her lip and trying hard to suppress her urge to cry, but her tears couldn’t stop falling down.

Lu Jingchen held her in his arms the whole time, not realizing when Song Qiao had ended up sitting on his lap. Eventually, when she was worn out, Lu Jingchen noticed that somehow she had fallen asleep in his embrace.

Lu Jingchen looked down at that small face still wet with tear stains, now closed with eyes in sleep, seeing the slightly dark circles beneath her eyes, his heart tightened. He thought of her grandfather’s surgery fee of five hundred thousand, this young girl must not have rested well these past few days.

Lu Jingchen directly carried Song Qiao back to his bedroom. As soon as he placed her in the bed, Song Qiao automatically turned over, curling up inside the blankets and quickly fell asleep, her movements precise and standard.

Lu Jingchen stood by the bed for a while, then turned around and went into the bathroom. He returned shortly with a wet towel, carefully and tenderly wiping away the tear stains from her face.

After Lu Jingchen had tidied up Song Qiao, he turned off the light and left the bedroom, making sure to close the door behind him.

After leaving the bedroom, Lu Jingchen walked straight into the study, picked up the phone and dialed Gu Xicheng’s number, "How’s the investigation going?"

"I’ve found out. This afternoon, Elder Mu’s previously adopted child, Mu Nuan, went to the hospital demanding the return of her own son, who she had with Mu Shen, named Mu Shinian, sixteen years old, attending senior high at the city’s first middle school, and gets along well with Song Qiao!" Gu Xicheng reported truthfully, and continued to relay all the information he had gathered to Lu Jingchen, "Elder Mu did not agree to let Mu Nuan take Mu Shinian away, and the two of them ended up arguing in the hospital room. Miss Song arrived at the hospital, but was blocked from entering by two bodyguards. Later, Miss Song took out a fruit knife, probably scaring those people with her boldness, and that’s when she injured her hand!"

Gu Xicheng continued, "Also, Jingchen, Mu Nuan’s current status is not simple. Her man is from the Mo Family!"

"The Mo Family?" Lu Jingchen’s eyes narrowed slightly, his jaw clenched, chewing over these words before finally saying, "You don’t need me to tell you what to do, right? You should know what to do, correct?"

Even though Gu Xicheng had his own doubts, he still nodded affirmatively.

After all, he worked for Lu Jingchen; sometimes, whatever Lu Jingchen said was an order that he had to follow unconditionally.

...

Lu Jingchen stayed in the study for nearly an hour before he walked out and returned to the bedroom. As he opened the door, he looked directly at the large bed. He could vaguely see a small bulge under the quilt and subconsciously smiled, watching for no less than half a minute before he turned and went to the wardrobe, pulled out his underwear and bathrobe, and then went to take a shower.

Throughout, the man tried to step as lightly as possible, as if he feared waking the young girl who had already fallen asleep on the bed.

The sound of water from the bathroom stopped, and about a minute later, the man in the bathrobe walked out of the bathroom and headed straight for the large bed in the room.

He lifted the quilt intending to get into bed, but his movement involuntarily paused. Lu Jingchen glanced at the girl still wearing her red sleeveless dress and frowned slightly. After a moment’s thought, he leaned over and gently patted her cheek, "Qiaoqiao, wake up, get up and change into pajamas before sleeping, okay? Hmm?"

Disturbed from her sweet dreams, Song Qiao’s pretty eyebrows instantly furrowed, and she moved her head, burying it into the pillow, dodging Lu Jingchen’s touch.

Watching Song Qiao’s reactions, Lu Jingchen couldn’t help but feel the urge to laugh. He sighed softly and somewhat resignedly got up, went to the wardrobe to get a new bathrobe, and personally helped Song Qiao change into it.

Perhaps the girl was simply too tired, having not rested for several days, Lu Jingchen did help her change clothes, yet he was very gentle and did not wake her up.

Looking at the tempting and crime-inducing body with an excellent figure before him, Lu Jingchen couldn’t help but feel his breath tighten, suppressing the urge to ravage her, and it took him nearly fifteen minutes to change her into a sleeping robe, yet he himself was almost covered in sweat.

Looking at Song Qiao, who was still deep in sleep with no intention of waking up, Lu Jingchen felt a sense of defeat wash over him.

Resigned, he sighed and went straight into the bathroom for another shower; by the time he finished, half an hour had passed.

...

When Song Qiao woke up the next day, it was still early dawn, her consciousness not entirely clear yet. Instinctively, she wanted to lift her hand to her forehead, only to find that something seemed to be pressing down on her, rendering her completely immobile.

Her heart suddenly constricted. Song Qiao only felt a warm breath coming from above her head and the pervasive masculine scent filling her nostrils.

Opening her eyes, she saw a muscular chest, and through the somewhat disheveled robe, she could vaguely discern the shadows of his abs.

The terrifying sensation made Song Qiao’s breath hitch. She tried to stand up but found that not only her arms but her entire body was being dominated by the man’s overbearing posture, confined in his embrace.

With Song Qiao’s movement, Lu Jingchen hugged her petite body even tighter, his voice still sleepy and hoarse, "Don’t move, it’s still early, sleep a little longer!"

The man’s voice was low, almost like a whisper, carrying an invisible temptation that made Song Qiao’s heart involuntarily tighten.

It seemed to take a long while for her to regain her senses. Song Qiao hesitated for a moment but then spoke softly, "I can’t sleep anymore. You can continue sleeping. I need to get up!"

Usually, when she woke up in the morning, she would linger in bed for a while before getting up. But now her desire for sleep had been scared away; how could she possibly fall asleep again?

Song Qiao’s voice was warm and soft, very pleasant to the ears, coupled with a touch of drowsiness that made Lu Jingchen feel as if ripples were spreading on a calm lake within his ears.

Slightly opening his sleepy eyes, Lu Jingchen looked down at the little woman in his arms. At this moment, Song Qiao was still wide-eyed with lingering fear. Waking up to the sensation of warm fragrant soft jade in his arms was indeed delightful, making Lu Jingchen feel his mood brighten up early in the morning. He leaned down and gently kissed Song Qiao on the forehead, bidding her a good morning.

Glancing at the alarm clock on the bedside, he withdrew his gaze and said to Song Qiao, "I’ll sleep for another half an hour. I’ll have someone send over your clothes later; you can wear the bathrobe for now. There’s breakfast in the kitchen. If you’re hungry, go find something to eat. Call me to wake up after half an hour, okay?"

Song Qiao felt a warm sensation on her forehead, incredibly gentle, which caused ripples in her heart and once again muddled her thoughts. Hearing Lu Jingchen’s words, she found herself unable to think and subconsciously nodded her head.

Seeing Song Qiao nod in agreement, Lu Jingchen let go of her, straightened his body, and continued to sleep.

He hadn’t rested well these past few days either, having just taken over company affairs, needing to do everything personally coupled with the old shareholders constantly putting obstacles in his way, causing many issues during the process.

Now, finally able to sleep with peace of mind, Lu Jingchen allowed himself to relax completely. Sleeping with Song Qiao made him feel relieved as if it was only natural for the two of them to be sharing the same bed.

As for Song Qiao, after she walked out of the bedroom in the bathrobe and closed the door, her mind suddenly snapped back to reality, and she couldn’t help but think of a question: what had she just agreed to with Lu Jingchen?

Looking down at the bathrobe on her body, her cheeks involuntarily turned red, and she felt an impulse to scratch the walls.

Goodness, where were her clothes? How had she ended up in a bathrobe?

Could it be that Lu Jingchen had helped her change?

She felt an immense sense of shock, but at that moment, she could do nothing. The words that Lu Jingchen said last night came to her mind, and she could only let out a helpless sigh.