Chapter 319: Chapter 319

Lu Jingchen looked up at Song Qiao who had just come down, chuckled softly twice, clearly in a good mood, and spoke directly, "She’s far prettier than you."

Yu Xia, "..." Lu Jingchen, do you think we can still be friends?

She complimented his wife, and he actually managed to take a hit at her... that was really too much.

Yu Xia felt that she shouldn’t be so petty and ought to be more magnanimous, so she didn’t get angry. She gave the standing man a faint glance, said nothing, didn’t retort, and secretly clenched her fist, deciding not to stoop to the level of a sharp-tongued man.

Song Qiao walked straight to the dining room, and upon looking up saw a girl sitting at the dining table, smiling at herself, and opposite the girl was a pair of chopsticks and a bowl with leftover porridge, clearly belonging to Lu Jingchen. However, Lu Jingchen was nowhere to be found in the dining room.

After looking around the place, Song Qiao spotted the man in the direction of the kitchen. She withdrew her gaze to look at Yu Xia and, after a moment’s hesitation, still walked over and sat down at the dining table, politely saying to Yu Xia, "Hello."

The smile on Yu Xia’s face deepened; she nodded repeatedly and then, like a beckoning cat, waved her hand, her voice carrying a joyful laugh, she directly asked, "Are you Lu Jingchen’s wife? You are so beautiful and your skin is so nice. Can you tell me how you take care of it?"

Because Yu Xia had previously been a teacher at the school of Mu Shinian and Lu Yulin, she had an innate familiarity and no matter if it was their first meeting or if they initially didn’t know each other well, everything seemed very simple with her; talking felt as though they had known each other before.

As a result, at this very moment, Song Qiao deeply felt this way.

The woman in front of her was too familiar and also seemed overly enthusiastic, especially when Song Qiao saw the harmless and radiant smile on Yu Xia’s face, she almost felt like she was falling for it. If she were a man, she might even fall in love with Yu Xia.

Yu Xia didn’t know what Song Qiao was thinking, but if she did, she would definitely nod in agreement and then boast about herself saying ’I’m naturally beautiful and beloved by all.’

This, too, was her most common catchphrase, of course, said to boys like Lu Yulin.

Who let Lu Yulin always call her an old lady, saying she would never get married.

To children, she usually wouldn’t take them seriously.

Even though Song Qiao thought it was very odd that the person in front of her would appear here, she knew that if the person wasn’t acquainted with Lu Jingchen, it would be impossible for them to enter the villa. Don’t think that the villa is very quiet; it’s just a few servants, a nanny, and a driver, not to mention the several bodyguards lurking around secretly protecting them.

This, too, counts as part of the villa’s security system.

She lifted her head, looked at Yu Xia across her, smiled slightly, and said, "If you don’t mind, after I finish eating, I can introduce you to some skincare products."

Yu Xia’s eyes lit up, she immediately nodded obediently, "Yes, yes, that would be great."

Lu Jingchen brought out a bowl of sweet and delicious glutinous rice porridge from the kitchen and placed it in front of Song Qiao.

After glancing at the porridge in front of her, Song Qiao looked up at Lu Jingchen. His face was calm, but he looked obviously in good spirits. She scooped up a spoonful to her mouth and blew on it. The sweet aroma immediately filled her nose, igniting her appetite. She tasted it and found it delicious, but she was certain that it wasn’t made by Nanny Chen. She turned her head to look at the man beside her and asked, "Did you cook this porridge for me?"

Lu Jingchen turned his head to look at her with a soft smile in his eyes, feeling a certain warmth inside, his expression unchanged while he hummed an affirmative response. Latest content published on novᴇlfire.net

Song Qiao’s face lit up with a bright smile, her melodic voice was very pleasant, "Thank you."

Lu Jingchen pursed his lips, said nothing, and bowed his head to start eating his porridge. In contrast, Song Qiao was enjoying the specially made porridge, while he and Yu Xia had simple rice porridge with side dishes.

Yu Xia looked at the porridge in front of Song Qiao, then at the rice porridge in front of her, and then at Lu Jingchen with a pitiful expression, she directly asked, "Lu Jingchen, I also want to have porridge like your wife’s. Is there any more?"

Lu Jingchen looked up at her, his angular face betraying no emotion as he simply uttered two words, "None left."

Yu Xia, "..." Stingy!

She knew that there must still be some in the kitchen. When she first saw Lu Jingchen go into the kitchen to personally cook porridge, she found it very surprising, even unbelieving that this man would make breakfast. At that time, she watched Lu Jingchen stirring continuously in the pot, which at the time she didn’t know what it was, a unidentified object, and she was wondering in her heart, that poor soul who would have to taste Lu Jingchen’s dark cuisine.

Indeed, she hadn’t expected that it wasn’t some dark cuisine, but a sweet and soft glutinous rice porridge. It looked good, not just in appearance, but it likely tasted good as well.

Song Qiao didn’t ask Lu Jingchen about Yu Xia’s arrival, nor did she ask Yu Xia. However, it was because of how Chen mother addressed Yu Xia that she remembered what Xu Qian had told her before about the Miss of the Yu Family who had an engagement with Lu Jingchen. After thinking about it seriously, she became certain that the girl who suddenly announced she was living in the villa was her.

After eating breakfast, Lu Jingchen went straight to the company.

When Song Qiao returned to her bedroom, she just happened to receive a call from the Song Family, which surprised her quite a bit. In the almost half-year, apart from a few months earlier when Song Xi had caused her trouble, she hadn’t seen Song Xi, let alone her so-called father and stepmother.

Moreover, she had seen little news about her father.

All curtains in the bedroom were pulled open, directly revealing the outside scenery, the room was bright and clear. Song Qiao, holding her phone, walked to the balcony and directly opened the two glass doors, and a warm breeze blew in, making her feel very comfortable.

The phone in her hand was still ringing cheerily, and when the call was about to disconnect due to not being answered for too long, she finally slid the answer button and put it to her ear, not uttering a word, silently waiting for the person on the other end to speak.

The person on the other end was silent at first for quite a while without speaking; after a long moment, as if unable to contain themselves, they directly spoke, "Song Qiao, are you there?"

On hearing this voice, Song Qiao’s eyebrows raised slightly, somewhat surprised that it was the Song Family’s matriarch.

That unquestionable tone, carrying a bit of authority, could belong to no other than the Song Family’s matriarch.

Song Qiao responded calmly, "I am here, Madam Song, is there something you need?"

The words could not be more distant, as if speaking to a complete stranger,

However, Song Qiao’s form of address and tone immediately ignited anger in the matriarch, who almost snapped, rebuking Song Qiao, "Song Qiao, I am your grandmother, with what manner are you speaking? Do you address your grandmother ?"

The matriarch always considered herself noble and proud, and had never liked Song Qiao. Her preference was for the sweet-talking and very sensible Song Xi, which made her even less fond of Song Qiao, the older daughter.

Especially because the matriarch did not like Song Qiao’s mother, the woman whom her son had brought home at the beginning. To be honest, if it hadn’t been for Song Qiao’s mother bringing a dowry worth tens of millions insisting on marrying her son, perhaps the Song Family would not have achieved such a high status today.

But also, because it was with the help of Song Qiao’s mother’s dowry that the Song Group and the Song Family’s status in An City had risen like the sun, this made the matriarch always feel as if someone was poking them in the spine, saying that her son made his way up by relying on his wife.

She had always been very proud of her son, convinced that even without Song Qiao’s mother, her son could have made the Song Group even better, but in fact, it was Song Qiao’s mother who had let the Song Group rise so notably.

Especially when people in front of the matriarch would deliberately bring up this matter, saying how lucky her son was to have married Song Qiao’s mother, giving the Song Family such status.

This made the matriarch feel like there was a thorn in her heart, increasing her dislike for Song Qiao and her mother. After the first two years of being kind to Song Qiao’s mother, from the third year onward, her attitude turned cold abruptly. Although she didn’t dare to treat Song Qiao’s mother badly in public, as the Mu Family’s status in An City at that time was unshakeable, she secretly made things difficult and was hard on her.

And because Song Qiao’s mother loved her son too much, even if she was troubled by her mother-in-law, she still endured silently without complaining.

Song Qiao, very young back then, maybe just three or four years old, had witnessed the matriarch taking out her bad mood on her mother, even beating and scolding her. When she went to ask her to stop, she herself got beaten as well.

It was from that time on that Song Qiao’s affection for this so-called grandmother faded, and she even began to pretend she didn’t have a grandmother from that point forward.

Upon hearing the matriarch’s words, Song Qiao remained unperturbed, her face always wore a faint smile, but that smile did not reach her eyes, "Madam Song, did you call me for any reason? If there is nothing, I will hang up. I am quite busy."

"Song Qiao, you..." The matriarch had never been treated this way, and with her temper rising in an instant, she blurted out, "Song Qiao, is this how you speak with an elder? Since your mother has died and there’s no one to teach you, you can be so ill-bred?"