Chapter 410: Chapter 410

After Lu Tianming had finished speaking, the call was abruptly cut off.

Lu Jingchen stared at the disconnected phone in his hand, his face dark and stormy, resembling an Asura who had just emerged from hell. It felt as though if Lu Tianming dared to harm Song Qiao in any way, he wouldn’t mind disregarding their father-son relationship.

In fact, Lu Jingchen’s feelings towards his father, Lu Tianming, weren’t very deep. From the age of two, when he barely understood anything until he was nine, he was raised by foster parents. It was only at the age of ten that Lu Tianming took him back home. Although both Lu Tianming and Xu Qian tried to make up for lost time, considering he was already quite aware by then, he didn’t have much affection for the two strangers who suddenly claimed to be his biological parents. His feelings towards them only began to grow gradually afterward.

But then, many things happened that slowly began to erode those feelings.

Especially when his foster parents met an untimely death because of the Lu Family, Lu Tianming’s indifference further extinguished any family ties that had been kindled.

This led to the current relationship between them, which appeared as incompatible as fire and water.

Lu Jingchen grabbed his coat and car keys and walked out of his office. Passing by Assistant Xue’s office, he ordered, "Postpone all meetings tomorrow, rearrange them for another time. If there are any important documents, take them to the deputy general manager for signature, I won’t be in the company the entire day tomorrow."

Now that Song Qiao had been taken away by Old Master Lu, the matter was sure to be not so simple to resolve. Jingchen was not afraid of Old Master Lu, but he was worried that Lu Tianming might use some method against Song Qiao.

Assistant Xue was taken aback. Although he didn’t know exactly what had happened, seeing the grim expression on his boss’s face, he quickly responded, "Understood, President."

Due to the adjustment in work hours, Song Qiao’s company finished work an hour earlier than CK Group, which is why Lu Jingchen didn’t go to pick her up to head home together.

Inside the Lu Family Mansion, Song Qiao sat on the sofa with a restrained and nervous look, her gaze warily fixed on Old Master Lu seated across from her, her pink lips tightly pressed together in silence.

Xu Qian was not at home today, presumably out shopping or traveling. Song Qiao had been in the mansion for half an hour since entering, and she hadn’t seen Xu Qian at all but only the old man before her.

Facing Old Master Lu, Song Qiao was clueless about what Lu Jingchen’s father intended by having her sit here without saying anything.

Song Qiao was getting restless, criticizing inwardly: Did Old Master Lu have too much time on his hands, his brain idle for too long? Did he specially drag her here to stare each other down?

She had been sitting dryly for half an hour while Old Master Lu sat there leisurely drinking tea, a completely different scene in comparison...

"Young Master, you’ve returned," the butler’s respectful voice rang out from outside.

At the sound of the butler’s voice, Song Qiao twitched instantly and straightened her posture in a flash. In truth, she wanted to stand up, but the atmosphere was far too severe, and the occasional glances from Old Master Lu kept her from acting too excitedly. Even though she was inwardly thrilled, she dared not show it on her face.

Yet, her subtle movement did not escape the notice of Old Master Lu.

After sipping his tea, Lu Tianming let out a cold snort and spoke with mocking indifference, "Miss Song, do you think you’re good enough for my son?"

Song Qiao was lost for words, thinking, who wouldn’t feel the tension after sitting there so long? Who could endure this needle-like discomfort the way she could?

With a forced smile, Song Qiao replied, "Old Master Lu, I know you have objections to me, but it was your son who married me. If you want me to leave your son, you can ask him to divorce me personally. If he agrees to a divorce, naturally, I won’t cling to him."

These words did not improve Old Master Lu’s mood; on the contrary, his expression grew even darker, and he laughed bitterly in response, "You seem very confident in yourself. Do you think my son won’t divorce you? He is merely interested in you for the time being. When he loses interest, let’s see if he won’t dump you."

Song Qiao’s mouth twitched slightly. She felt that Old Master Lu’s opinion was too simplistic. She herself had thought about divorcing Lu Jingchen before and even brought it up several times, but Lu Jingchen had never agreed. In fact, he made even more efforts in bed to exhaust her, making her now too apprehensive to mention divorce again.

Because she was facing away from the door, she could only hear the calm footsteps of Lu Jingchen as he entered from behind. Together with the oppressive gaze of Lu Tianming, she dared not make any rash moves.

If they remained married in the end, Lu Tianming was still her father-in-law, and saying or doing anything inappropriate now would likely worsen their impression of her.

Silence was the best policy, even if the impression was already not very good.

Seeing the man who had entered with a stern face, Lu Tianming lifted a cup of tea to his lips and took a sip, then looked at his son and sneered, "I thought you were never willing to return to this house."

Lu Jingchen halted his steps, his gaze landing on Lu Tianming, his voice deep and low, "You’ve taken my wife here, naturally, I have come to take her home."

The man’s tone was sour; as the relationship between father and son was already strained, their conversation was equally tense.

"Your wife?" The suppressed rage in Lu Tianming surged at these words. He slammed his tea cup down on the table, which fortunately did not break due to its quality, his tone now filled with anger, "I, Lu Tianming, have yet to acknowledge her as part of the Lu Family."

Lu Jingchen’s expression grew even more indifferent, "I married her, not you. Even if you don’t agree for her to enter the Lu Family, what does it matter? Song Qiao is still my wife, Lu Jingchen’s wife."

Song Qiao had been straining to keep her spine straight throughout, not turning around though she knew Lu Jingchen stood not far behind her. His words stirred her emotions deeply. For original chapters go to N0veI.Fiɾe.net

Even the hands resting on her knees couldn’t help trembling, unwittingly gripping the hem of her dress tightly.