Chapter 333: Chapter 333

It seemed that she was still not satisfied, Song Qiao directly chopped the fish several times, as if the fish had a personal vendetta against her, and suddenly the fish that was originally fine became somewhat unrecognizable.

That man’s subordinates seemed to trust her enough not to worry about her poisoning their food by putting rat poison in it, and they didn’t even bother to keep an eye on her. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn novel⟡fire.net

At this moment, Jack entered the kitchen and saw Song Qiao fiercely chopping at the fish, knowing that she was very angry at the moment, but he also thought her appearance was quite adorable.

Noticing someone watching her from behind, Song Qiao suddenly turned around, and saw the tall figure of Jack standing at the doorway with a half-smiling expression watching her and the unrecognizable fish in her hands, which made her feel even more annoyed. She said with a hint of sarcasm, "What? Scared that I’m going to poison you?"

Just as she was thinking this, he appeared, which was truly... annoying.

Although the wound on her back was not as painful anymore, the push she received in the study from that man seemed to have aggravated the injury. Any slightly vigorous movement like rubbing against the burnt area still brought scorching pain, making her complexion even worse.

Jack was slightly taken aback by Song Qiao’s words, seeming to ponder the underlying meaning of her words. As for Mandarin, he wasn’t very proficient, and could only understand the gist of it.

Song Qiao glanced at him indifferently, then said nothing more, continuing to furiously handle the fish. While she knew how to cook, she really didn’t feel like cooking right now. She was contemplating just stewing a pot of mishmash for them, as there were too many people and it wasn’t possible for her to prepare a complete banquet for them all.

Jack watched Song Qiao and finally understood her earlier words. He smiled slightly and spoke to her in somewhat clumsy Chinese, "I’m not here to enjoy the drama... I am here to see if you need any help... Mrs. Lu, you look very kind, I believe you wouldn’t harm us."

Song Qiao halted her hand, turned her head to look at the young man standing by the door—whether it was because he was too young or she was too old, she began to doubt if she appeared too kind, which made this man actually think she was gentle.

She smiled faintly, but the smile did not reach her eyes. Song Qiao spoke coldly, "I look kind? That must be your misconception, I was just thinking about how to poison you all."

Jack was taken aback again, staring at Song Qiao, and for a moment didn’t know how to retort, standing there as if he was stunned by her words.

Song Qiao put down the kitchen knife. If it weren’t for the fact that those people had pistols, and she worried that if she disobeyed, they could shoot her at any time directly at her heart, she would definitely act as a heroine. Now seeing only Jack here, she was not afraid of this young man before her. She smirked and said coldly, "If you guys even have a little sense of invading someone else’s home, understanding to respect the owner of the villa, you should know that you can’t threaten the lady of the villa . Your boss has quite the audacity to make me, an injured patient, cook lunch for a group of people. I’m not that kind-hearted. If I had rat poison at home, I would definitely pour it all into the food and poison you all."

Jack, after all, was a foreigner and naturally couldn’t understand everything Song Qiao said, but he roughly got the idea and felt that they might indeed have gone too far. He touched his not-so-long hair, thought for a moment, and then said, "Mrs. Lu, it’s indeed not suitable for you to cook with your back injury. Our boss didn’t mean to trouble you intentionally. It’s just that he has some issues with the president of the CK Group, and you being the wife of the president of CK Group, he might also be biased against you."

Song Qiao pursed her lips and remained silent, having already guessed this possibility, thus she was not surprised at all.

These people came prepared, but she also clearly recognized that the gunshot wound on their boss’s chest was definitely not done by the villa’s bodyguards. Although those bodyguards also had guns, she did not hear any gunshots earlier.

So that gunshot wound was definitely caused somewhere else, but she also didn’t know if it was related to Lu Jingchen; otherwise, that man would have no reason to make things difficult for a frail woman.

Moreover, she was an injured frail woman.

Jack looked at Qiao Nian’en, smiled again, then began cautiously asking, "Mrs. Lu, could we perhaps borrow your house’s chef and maid?"

Song Qiao suddenly looked up at him, her gaze cold, and directly spoke coldly, "Why?"

Jack, feeling somewhat embarrassed, scratched his head and then spoke, "Our people can’t cook, Mrs. Lu, you are injured and can’t cook either. So, could you let your chef prepare something to eat for us? We haven’t eaten since morning, and everyone is hungry now. Don’t worry, we won’t harm them."

Song Qiao was taken aback but didn’t expect Jack to say such a thing. Without any consideration, she didn’t immediately agree, but instead said, "As long as you can order them around, feel free."

For Jack, this big boy, Song Qiao did not particularly dislike him. Moreover, she felt that Jack was not essentially a bad person, so she naturally didn’t feel much animosity and could not bring herself to speak harshly.

Ten minutes later, Song Qiao was sitting alone in the living room, feeling even more displeased than when she was in the kitchen. Initially, after leaving the kitchen, she wanted to go back to her bedroom. After all, she had never contemplated escaping; firstly, the surroundings were possibly surrounded by these people, making escape impossible, and secondly, because the other servants, chefs, and Mother Chen, who were attending to the man removing the bullet, were all there, she couldn’t just abandon them.

After leaving the kitchen, those people did not allow her to go elsewhere. She could only sit or stand in the living room and was restricted to moving only on the first floor, not allowed to go upstairs.

This made Song Qiao really want to curse out loud. This was her house, and yet those people restricted her movements, which was really too much.

Mother Chen and the others were also let out earlier, but they were all watched and made to help in the kitchen. Then, Song Qiao took the opportunity to ask Mother Chen if she had called Lu Jingchen. Mother Chen said that when she was about to go downstairs to make the call, these people had burst into the villa, capturing them all and leaving no chance to call.

At this moment, Song Qiao was not only experiencing severe back pain but was also annoyed, and she began to worry if something had happened to Lu Jingchen’s side too. What if something also occurred there?

Lu Jingchen and Zuo Yuqing didn’t dine for long; halfway through, Lu Jingchen received a call from an unknown number. He glanced at Zuo Yuqing sitting opposite him, did not stand up to go elsewhere, but simply slid to answer and lightly said, "Hello?"

"Mr. Lu, long time no see. How have you been recently?" A voice from the other side of the phone carried a light smile yet seemed to be restraining something, making it feel a bit odd.

A familiar yet unfamiliar male voice came through the phone, causing Lu Jingchen to frown slightly. For the moment, he couldn’t recall who it was and directly asked with a frown, "Who are you?"

"What? Mr. Lu, have you forgotten me?" The man on the other end still smiled, his tone sarcastic, "Mr. Lu, your memory isn’t very good. Under your protection, Zuo Yuqing evaded my tactics, yet you didn’t take me seriously?"

Lu Jingchen hadn’t initially recognized the voice, but now upon hearing the man’s remarks, he immediately guessed who it was. His expression darkened, almost shocked as he said, "Chu Munan?"

Upon hearing this name, Zuo Yuqing’s face instantly turned extremely pale, all color draining away in a moment, and her knife and fork slipped from her grip onto the table, then rolled onto the floor, creating a somewhat piercing noise within the private box.

Lu Jingchen’s gaze fell on Zuo Yuqing, yet his expression didn’t change much, only darkening due to the man on the phone, even his eyes tinted with a trace of chill.

"So Mr. Lu hasn’t forgotten about me," Chu Munan’s voice carried a bit of mockery, then he continued, "Mr. Chu, I believe you’re aware that I’ve come to An City, so guess where I might be now? Just a hint, your wife is pretty good-looking, still quite beautiful."

"At your house. Can’t believe you didn’t guess," Chu Munan laughed again.

"Chu Munan, what exactly do you want?" Lu Jingchen’s face filled with a cold ferocity, immediately standing up, his eyes flashing with murderous intent, "If you dare harm them, I swear I will make you regret being born."

"Threats aren’t new to me, you threatened me just when you were protecting Zuo Yuqing," the man on the phone instantly sneered, and then spoke calmly, "However, I am curious how you’re going to make me regret being born, I’ll wait and see."

No sooner had his voice faded, the call was abruptly disconnected.

Lu Jingchen stared at his phone, his entire body radiating a cold murderous intent. He immediately grabbed his coat, walked over to Zuo Yuqing, seized her hand, and pulled her up, his voice devoid of any warmth, even chillingly bone-piercing, "Come with me."

Zuo Yuqing, caught off guard, nearly fell, her complexion pale as paper, her voice trembling slightly, "Lu...Lu Jingchen, has Chu Munan come?"