The old man had such high hopes for Yu Xia, but Lu Jingchen never really thought about it. He just knew that his marriage had always been under the old man’s control, from the beginning to now. Even if he was unwilling and had severe objections, the old man would not listen. It was always centered around him, and everyone had to obey his commands.
If it were not for these years of the old man consistently prioritizing his own arrangents, which made Lu Jingchen rebellious at a young age, he would not have chosen to study abroad against Lu Tianming’s wishes.
Even when Lu Tianming cut off all of Lu Jingchen’s financial support and stopped all his bank cards, Lu Jingchen did not bow his head. He managed to carve out his own place in a foreign land with his wits alone.
It wasn’t until Lu Tianming retired that he had to call Lu Jingchen back, preparing him to take over CK Group.
"Lu Jingchen, have you not told your old man about your marriage yet?" Yu Xia didn’t bother with small talk and directly asked the question she was most eager to ask.
He glanced at her indifferently and answered just as calmly, "I did."
Yu Xia was startled for a mont and asked in bewildernt, "If you have already told your old man you are married, why does he still act as if I am your wife?"
Although Uncle Lu was kind to her, because she did not want to marry Lu Jingchen, every ti Lu Tianming looked at her as if she was his daughter-in-law, it made her feel extrely uncomfortable.
She doesn’t like Lu Jingchen at all... okay?
Lu Jingchen took a cigarette case and a lighter out of his pocket, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it. Soon, the ashy smoke wafted out from his lips.
Yu Xia suddenly felt irritated inside, and when she was irritated she wanted to drag others down with her. Seeing Lu Jingchen not speaking, she stomped her foot and started speaking through gritted teeth, "Lu Jingchen, why aren’t you saying anything? Does your old man not believe you’re married?"
Actually, to be honest, even Yu Xia had so doubts about whether Lu Jingchen was really married.
When she first heard that Lu Jingchen was married, she was even indignantly wondering which woman had been so kind-hearted to take this disaster off the market.
She was really impressed.
And here she was, still unmarried, and this man had stepped ahead of her in getting rid of his single status.
However, when Lu Jingchen personally confird it, it did refresh her worldview. She had even wanted to et Lu Jingchen’s wife that day, especially since she knew Mu Shinian was his wife’s cousin; she thought that since the cousin was so good-looking, the cousin must not be bad either.
Won always have a habit of comparing their beauty to one another, and Yu Xia, who was also very beautiful, naturally wanted to see if Lu Jingchen’s wife was as good-looking as herself.
Lu Jingchen looked at the sowhat agitated Yu Xia, blew out a ring of smoke from his mouth, and then began to speak, "Do you think my old man would easily acknowledge any other woman as the Young Mistress of the Lu Family?"
"So, your old man really hopes I would marry you?"
"What do you think?" Lu Jingchen looked at Yu Xia quietly, his eyes deep, dark and inscrutable.
Yu Xia shivered and waved her hands in rejection, "I don’t want to marry you at all. It’s not like you don’t know I have soone I like."
"That’s your business." He took another puff of his cigarette, exhaling the ashy smoke, his voice deep and slightly hoarse, "Yu Xia, you know better than anyone what to do. If you don’t take the initiative, do you think even if you have soone you like, your parents would agree to your marriage to soone other than ?"
Yu Xia froze abruptly, staring at Lu Jingchen in a daze.
What Lu Jingchen said was not wrong at all; she knew better than anyone what her parents expected of her. If she didn’t actively confess, she might never be able to control her own happiness in her lifeti and would have to obey their arrangents.
By then, even if she didn’t marry Lu Jingchen, she might end up being arranged to marry so influential gentleman from Beijing.
...
On the large bed of the bedroom, Song Qiao was lying with her eyes closed, her long hair spreading out over the white duvet and pillow, her complexion no longer as pale as before.
When the servant ca to call Lu Jingchen to dine, he walked into the bedroom instead. Seeing that Song Qiao was already asleep, he lightened his steps, sat down by the bed, brushed away her hair from her face, and softly called to her, "Qiaoqiao..."
After the dicine was applied to her back, Song Qiao also took so dication to prevent infection, which typically made one drowsy. She had fallen asleep while the doctor and Lu Jingchen were talking outside.
Seemingly in a deep sleep, she did not wake up even though he called her twice. He did not continue to call her. When he entered, he had already locked the door, instructing the servants not to co up and disturb them.
He took out his cellphone, walked over to the balcony, dialed a number, and placed it to his ear, saying as soon as the call was answered, "Do you have ti now?"
The call was made to Xi Mohan, who was sitting in his office at Xi Group at the mont. Hearing his question, Xi Mohan’s expression remained unchanged, "I’m busy."
"Busy or not, you’ll have to wait until I’m done talking." Lu Jingchen didn’t seem to pay any mind to the response and continued, his gaze drifting towards the distant scenery outside the window, his eyes as deep and unfathomable as ever.
——This is the first post of the month. As the new month arrives, the system has distributed monthly tickets to everyone. If you like The New Wife, you can cast your monthly vote. Tea is working hard to update nine thousand words every day despite the exhaustion of working {CAPITALIZED TIRED}.
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