The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief
Chapter 166 - 89: Marriage Certificate Obtained, Wedding Still Being Planned_2

Chapter 166: Chapter 89: Marriage Certificate Obtained, Wedding Still Being Planned_2

Lu Jingchen tightly clasped Song Qiao’s waist and imprisoned her in his arms, a detached shallow smile on his face, he briefly glanced at the woman in his arms then turned to face Zuo Yuqing, "This is my wife, Song Qiao!"

"You got married?" Zuo Yuqing heard Lu Jingchen’s words, her eyes widened in shock, her complexion gradually losing color, surprised, she spoke with a hint of accusation.

"Yes, I’m married!" The man’s expression was calm and gentle as he steadily looked at her, responding directly.

Song Qiao, restrained by Lu Jingchen, was unable to move and watched Zuo Yuqing’s changing expressions, furrowing her brows slightly but saying nothing nonetheless.

She couldn’t deny sensing an aroma of jealousy between these two.

Zuo Yuqing quickly regained her composure, but although a smile hung on her face, it was suffused with irrepressible sadness. Looking at the man across from her, she spoke in a soft, gentle tone, "When did you get married? Why didn’t you tell us? You had said you would invite us to your wedding when you got married; you really kept it well hidden from us!"

"We have the marriage certificate, but the wedding is still being planned. We will invite you guys when it happens!" Lu Jingchen said with a light smile after watching her for a while.

"How about you two talk for a bit, and I’ll wait for you in the car?" Song Qiao felt very uncomfortable watching the two of them and subconsciously wanted to escape.

"No need, we have nothing much to talk about!" Lu Jingchen replied gently after looking down at the woman in his arms, then turned to Zuo Yuqing, "Yuqing, your assistant should be around. Call your assistant to pick you up, we have other things to attend to!"

"Are you going to eat?" Zuo Yuqing didn’t immediately respond to him but clutched her purse, looking at the man not too far yet close, embracing another woman, a mix of indescribable feelings spreading within her. Instead, she turned to Song Qiao with a smile, "I didn’t eat on the plane, would you mind if I joined you? It’s also a chance since you... haven’t invited me since your marriage, Miss Song?"

Zuo Yuqing didn’t call Song Qiao Mrs. Lu but directly addressed her as Miss Song. This form of address made Song Qiao pause for a moment.

Song Qiao wasn’t sure of Zuo Yuqing’s intention. She was about to speak when the man beside her pinched her waist, she looked up puzzled at him, and he leaned down to give her an indulgent smile.

Then, Lu Jingchen turned towards Zuo Yuqing, speaking in a gentle tone, "Not today, we still have other things to do!"

Zuo Yuqing watched him, her lips twitching into a brief smile as she said calmly, "In that case, I’ll leave first. I’m quite tired from the flight!"

With that, she turned on her high heels and walked away, wearing a Chanel outfit that suited her exceptionally well. However, whether it was truly a nuance echoed by Song Qiao’s sensitivity, she perceived a sense of despondency in Zuo Yuqing.

"What are you looking at, hmm? Your husband is right here!" Before Song Qiao could retract her gaze, Lu Jingchen held her chin forcing her to look at him.

With a calm smile on his handsome face, showing no flaws, looking no different from usual, Song Qiao still felt something was off.

Or perhaps, was it just her misconception?

Reaching up to brush her long hair, Song Qiao slightly curved her lips, her voice soft and light with a smile, "You can look at beautiful women, but I can’t?"

"Should I get you a mirror to carry around every day?"

Song Qiao, surprised, "Why would I carry a mirror every day?"

The man pinched her cheek, chuckling, "Didn’t you say you wanted to look at beautiful women? Of course, it’s to let you see yourself every day!"

Her charming smile unrestrained, her mood uplifted, and her ears tinged with a suspicious pink, "When did you start speaking sweet nothings?"

Not far away, Zuo Yuqing, who had not walked far, stopped and turned back to look at the two people standing there, gripping the strap of her purse tightly, her complexion pale, eyes filled with hurt.

Lu Jingchen looked down at the delicate face before him, gently kissing her forehead very tenderly, "For the woman I like, of course, I must learn a bit. Once you’re with me longer, you’ll know my worth. Let’s go, we’ll head to the restaurant first!"

"Okay!" Song Qiao was quite obedient, letting him wrap his arms around her waist and follow him.

As they turned, Lu Jingchen glanced back at Zuo Yuqing’s retreating figure, his lips tightly pursed, his gaze obscure and unfathomable, watching for a few seconds before withdrawing his eyes.

...

After getting into the car, the man’s slender hands directly took the food box Uncle Chen had placed there, opened it to find several exquisite pastries inside, and couldn’t help but smile as he turned to the petite woman beside him, "Did you make this for me? Did you make them yourself?"

Song Qiao glanced at the pastries in the box, hummed in affirmation, her mood not very high, "You didn’t eat much for breakfast, so I thought of preparing some pastries for you to eat first. I’m not sure what flavors you like, just made some casually. If you don’t like pastries, you can just leave them!"

She had once worked in a pastry shop, learning from the pastry chefs there for most of a summer break, so naturally, she knew how to make a few, but not many. The taste was also quite