The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief

Chapter 1262 - 634: Little Happiness Arc – He Loved Her for Over Ten Years

Tan Shuya is dead, and Murong Rui was directly sent abroad by Lu Jingchen. Song Qiao still feels that Tan Shuya’s death is somehow related to her, as if it weren’t for her brother’s daily torment, she wouldn’t have died so young.

A month later, Song Qiao is almost out of the shadow left by Tan Shuya’s death.

Without work on Saturday, Lu Jingchen left early, saying he needed to go to the company to fetch some files to handle, as not leaving home usually means having nothing to do and being quite idle. Song Qiao didn’t think much of it, since last night she was tormented by Lu Jingchen for over four hours, leaving her with a feeling of soreness in her waist and back.

The study gets cleaned every week, but since coming out of the hospital that time, she hasn’t entered the study again. Lu Jingchen hasn’t asked her to spend time on work, occasionally letting her read a script or something, but hardly allowing her to touch anything else.

Suddenly she remembered when she left five years ago, she had placed their marriage certificate in the study, and now she couldn’t recall where exactly it was. She suddenly wanted to see the photos taken when they got married.

After all, their marriage was so sudden, and they were not familiar at the time, truly a flash marriage.

Sitting in the chair where Lu Jingchen usually works, since they have long been a married couple now, he never said she couldn’t touch anything. So Song Qiao didn’t hesitate and directly started to open drawers to search for where she had casually thrown the marriage certificate.

Searching drawer by drawer, yet she still couldn’t find it. When she opened the bottom drawer and flipped the top files, she suddenly saw a photo album.

In her memory, Lu Jingchen doesn’t really have any albums. They also didn’t take many pictures, even his childhood albums are placed in the bedroom.

As if guided by some unseen force, Song Qiao directly took the album out from the bottom of the drawer, wanting to see what was inside.

The album is preserved very well, judging by the cover, it seems to be somewhat old. It is unknown how many years the album dates back, looking at the style, it seems like the kind popular when she was in high school.

Putting the album on the table, Song Qiao was hesitant whether to open it, but as her fingers accidentally touched something inside the album, feeling a bit sharp, it seemed like a photo. Instinctively she pulled the photo out, but when she saw the person’s appearance on the photo, her mouth dropped wide open, even her eyes widened in shock.

The person in the photo looks young and inexperienced, smiling directly at the camera, wearing a school uniform, and she immediately recognized that the person in the photo is herself when she was in middle school.

And this photo... was torn off from her student ID, because she also saw a red mark below the photo, presumably left by the school stamp.

Looking at the photo in her hand, Song Qiao recalls, her middle school student ID might still be at home?

Her gaze landed on the album, hesitating no more, she opens it directly.

...

When Lu Jingchen returned, one hand holding files and the other holding a phone to his ear, arranging work with his subordinates.

As he walked past the master bedroom, he opened the door for a glance inside but didn’t see anyone in there, his brow furrowed. The person on the phone continued speaking about work, he replied with a mild "Hmm," and then stepped straight towards the study.

When he reached the study and opened the door, he saw Song Qiao with a furrowed brow and an unpleasant expression sitting there. She seemed to realize his return and suddenly looked up at him. Seeing Song Qiao’s face, Lu Jingchen instantly paused, immediately cutting in on the phone, "Let’s leave it at this; prepare a satisfactory plan for me on Monday."

Not waiting for a response, he hung up directly and briskly walked over to Song Qiao.

Song Qiao’s eyes were red, no wonder Lu Jingchen was stunned. After hanging up, he promptly walked to her, placed the files on the table, leaned down next to her, brows furrowing, and asked, "What’s wrong? Who bullied you, hmm?"

Song Qiao raised her eyes to Lu Jingchen, her nose red, looking a bit pitiful, pink lips parting slightly to speak with a voice hoarse from crying, "Lu Jingchen, I suddenly find you really annoying sometimes."

Hearing her words, his heart skipped a beat, even his hand, originally wiping her tears, froze. His deep eyes met Song Qiao’s suddenly tear-filled ones, and Lu Jingchen felt his throat tighten, speaking after a long pause, "Qiaoqiao, did I do something wrong? Hmm? Tell me."

Song Qiao blinked, the tears in her eyes suddenly cascading down, yet she suddenly embraced Lu Jingchen’s neck, asking, "Lu Jingchen, how long have you liked me?"

Her voice carried a hint of caution.

Lu Jingchen’s body stiffened, turning his head with his gaze landing on the album on the table, suddenly he understood everything, breathed a sigh of relief, and held Song Qiao tightly in his arms, speaking softly, "Hmm, I’ve liked you for many, many years, long enough that I’ve felt for ages you should be my wife."

"Just how long?"

"Back then you were still young..."

"Lu Jingchen, do you have a fondness for underage girls?"

The two were no longer face to face, Lu Jingchen directly picked Song Qiao up, letting her sit directly on his lap, and he sat on the chair.

Hearing Song Qiao’s remark, his body stiffened, suddenly not speaking.

Not hearing a response, Song Qiao abruptly pulled back, shedding her tears, both upset and laughing at him, "Lu Jingchen, are you really fond of underage girls?"

"You were over ten at the time, it’s not fondness for underage girls..." he retorted.

"But I was only twelve or thirteen then."

Lu Jingchen, "...but I only have a fondness for you."

Song Qiao was instantly overwhelmed with emotion, watching him for some time, feeling a sudden rush in her nose, and in the next moment, emotionally speaking, "Lu Jingchen, I love you."

His body stiffened again, regaining his senses, his grip around her waist tightened, his emotions somewhat heightened, and he promptly said, "Song Qiao, I love you too, and I will spend my life loving you."