The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief
Chapter 310 - 195: Song Qiao Injured

Chapter 310: Chapter 195: Song Qiao Injured

The pain in her waist caused by Lu Jingchen’s pinch was somewhat painful, making her almost subconsciously glare at him after she finished introducing herself to Lu Jingchen’s mother.

Can’t you pinch a little lighter?

Although she was only taken by this man once last night, she still felt a little sore and painful when she got up this morning. Thankfully, the feeling wasn’t too intense, but the pinch from Lu Jingchen just now made her feel that soreness again.

Lu Jingchen glanced indifferently at the little woman in his arms, a faint smile appearing in his eyes, his expression unchanged.

Xu Qian stood opposite the two, naturally noticing the exchange of looks between Lu Jingchen and Song Qiao. She showed a kindly smile and said directly to Song Qiao, "You two must be tired after driving for so long. The chef is preparing lunch. Rest here for a bit, and you’ll be able to eat soon."

Xu Qian, watching her husband’s performance, couldn’t help but sigh internally, but she didn’t say anything more. She reiterated a few instructions to Lu Jingchen, then went back to the kitchen to see if there was anything she could help with.

Once Song Qiao saw Xu Qian leave, she immediately knew that Lu Jingchen’s mother had a good impression of her. She looked up at Lu Jingchen, tugged at the corners of her mouth, and silently mouthed, "Your mom speaks so kindly."

Lu Jingchen couldn’t deny it, and he led her to sit down on the sofa in the living room, unluckily right next to his father’s seat.

Although Xu Qian had a good impression of Song Qiao, Lu Jingchen’s father had another idea, huffing with anger, his eyes unabashedly filled with discontent and disapproval towards Song Qiao.

As soon as Song Qiao sat down, she immediately felt as if sitting on pins and needles, especially with Lu Tianming’s gaze which shot towards her like cold arrows, making her almost want to hide her head in Lu Jingchen’s embrace.

The old master’s gaze... was really too terrifying, wasn’t it?

The chill seemed to creep up from her feet, spreading throughout her body, giving her the sensation that she would soon be frozen into an ice sculpture.

Sitting next to Song Qiao, how could Lu Jingchen not feel his father’s strong dislike for Song Qiao, and how could he not see that Song Qiao was already frightened by his father’s cold demeanor?

The man’s eyebrows slightly raised, coldness also spreading in his eyes, unrelentingly met Lu Tianming’s gaze, and he said calmly, "Father, if you do not welcome our visit, we can leave now. There’s no need to take all your displeasure out on Song Qiao. She is my wife, and even if you disagree, that is a fact that cannot be changed..."

"Lu Jingchen, don’t forget that you are still my son, Lu Tianming..." The old master, hearing his son actually say this bluntly, immediately felt a surge of anger in his heart, tapping his cane even harder on the ground, his gaze at Song Qiao and Lu Jingchen nearly fiery.

Lu Tianming was truly angry...

That was Song Qiao’s first reaction, and moreover, he was angry with Lu Jingchen because of her.

They were father and son, after all, and because of her, it made her feel even more embarrassed.

On her way here, she had already thought that neither her family background nor anything else would likely be liked by Lu Jingchen’s parents. After all, the Lu Family was one of the top families in An City and even in the country, ranking high on the global rich list, nearly impossible to find a family in the country wealthier or more powerful than theirs.

Although Song Qiao also belonged to a distinguished family in An City’s upper class, compared to the Lu Family, her family was indeed a little colder in private discussions, not to mention she was the least favored daughter of the Song Family, with just a nominal title.

Thinking of this, Song Qiao’s complexion turned even paler. She was now more doubtful than ever whether marrying Lu Jingchen had been a mistake.

Sensing the sudden change in Song Qiao’s emotions, Lu Jingchen’s eyes grew dark and inscrutable. He had held onto her waist since the beginning and now tightened his grip even more as he looked towards Lu Tianming and said, "Song Qiao and I have already gotten our marriage certificate. The wedding will be held on the 15th of next month. This is an unchangeable fact. As my father, even though I know you won’t like Xiao Qiao, I sincerely invite you to attend our wedding on the 15th of next month..."

He paused, looked at Lu Tianming’s almost enraged face, and then continued to speak unhurriedly, "However, if you choose not to attend, that’s fine too. I won’t blame you. The groom’s side needs the presence of the parents, so I’ll ask my grandfather to attend instead..."

"You unfilial son!" Before Lu Jingchen could finish speaking, Lu Tianming was already furiously picking up the teacup from the table, throwing it directly at them.

The incident happened so suddenly that Song Qiao watched in horror as the teacup hurtled towards them. Her brain hadn’t yet processed the situation, but her body had already reacted, suddenly leaping up to hug Lu Jingchen’s waist and shield him with her body. Her voice was tinged with fear but still resolute, "Be careful..."

The teacup smashed into Song Qiao’s back, the scalding tea within searing her skin. Not only did the impact cause her back to throb painfully, but since it was summer and she was wearing only a dress, the boiling hot tea burned her instantly, making her gasp sharply with pain.

Damn, it really hurts and burns, and it feels scorchingly hot...

Lu Jingchen could have dodged it himself, but he wasn’t as quick as Song Qiao. He watched helplessly as the cup, filled with hot tea, smashed into Song Qiao’s back, soaking her clothes, while not even a drop of tea splattered on him.

Hearing Song Qiao’s sharp intake of breath, he immediately snapped back to reality. Supporting Song Qiao, he asked anxiously, "Song Qiao, are you alright?"

Lu Tianming was furious in that instant, grabbing the closest teacup to throw it, never expecting that it would be blocked by this woman for his son. His face showed a momentary change, with a hint of surprise, but quickly returned to an expression of cold indifference.

He knew his son’s capabilities, who could have easily dodged his teacup, yet this woman suddenly popped up out of nowhere.

In his mind, Song Qiao was putting on a show, deliberately trying to impress him and earn his good opinion.

Song Qiao had no idea Lu Tianming thought this way. If she knew, she’d surely spit blood in his face with anger.

Putting on a show, my foot. Is she using her own life for a show? Is she tired of living?

She was well aware of the rules of wealthy families. The only reason she had blocked Lu Jingchen was that her bodily reflexes were faster than her brain’s, reacting before she even registered what was happening.

Now, her back felt like a large swath was injured, and she was on the verge of tears.

Xu Qian rushed over upon hearing the commotion and saw Song Qiao biting her lip while being supported by Lu Jingchen. Her gaze immediately fell on Song Qiao’s tea-soaked back, the tea leaves sticking to it, prompting shock and a hurried approach, "What happened?" Her eyes darted to Lu Tianming, urgency in her voice, "Master, why did you start getting physical? Jingchen has finally come back for a visit, couldn’t you have just talked it out?"

Lu Tianming snorted coldly, his face still frosty, showing complete disregard for his wife’s dissatisfaction.

On the verge of tears from the pain, Song Qiao felt not just the impact from Lu Tianming’s throw but almost her entire back was agonizingly burning from the tea.

Lu Jingchen saw her gritting her teeth in endurance and felt a sharp, tingling pain in his heart. He wanted to carry her horizontally but feared touching her burn, so he said, "Tell me where it hurts, we’ll go to the hospital right now... Hold on, Song Qiao, okay? Don’t be scared, I’m here..."

Xu Qian, looking at her son, realized that he had truly changed. After sighing at the sight of Song Qiao’s back, she quickly summoned the butler to call the family doctor.

Due to the old master’s frail health, there was always a family doctor on call – in fact, there was more than one.

After giving her instructions, Xu Qian turned to her son, who was ready to lead Song Qiao away, "Jingchen, I’ve sent someone to fetch the doctor. Take Song Qiao to your room on the second floor for now; the doctor will arrive shortly."

Lu Jingchen’s face cooled considerably, but he heeded his mother’s words with a nod. Casting an indifferent glance at his father, he lifted Song Qiao, carefully avoiding her injured back, and headed towards the second floor.

Even though it had been a long while since he had been here, and many years since he lived here, he still remembered which room was his.

Lu Tianming, infuriated by his son’s icy look, thumped his walking stick on the floor, bellowing, "This rebellious son, is this how he treats his father?"

Xu Qian, witnessing Lu Tianming’s anger, couldn’t help but sigh again, remaining in place, she spoke out directly, "Master, frankly, you were in the wrong about this incident. If you hadn’t been so harsh on that young girl, Jingchen wouldn’t have reacted this way towards you. He’s your son, don’t you understand his character?"