The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief

Chapter 1253 - 628: Family Portrait

Song Qiao’s eyes instantly filled with mist, glaring at the man in front of her, she teased, "Lu Jingchen, are you a dog?"

As she spoke, she covered her lips, looking displeased at the man before her.

Lu Jingchen’s hands were wrapped around her waist, his clothes were already soaked, with his hair sticking tightly to his forehead, making him look very alluring.

His gaze was very deep, but when he looked at Song Qiao, there was an easily detectable hint of amusement in his eyes. In a hoarse voice, he said, "Qiaoqiao, Wangshu and Huanhuan want a little brother or sister."

Song Qiao’s face was flushed red, but she glared at him, "If you want one, you give birth to it yourself."

However, the man spoke as if it was only natural, "I can’t give birth, so you’ll have to help me, Qiaoqiao."

She suddenly didn’t know whether to be angry or to laugh, her face turning red as she shouted, "Lu Jingchen, that’s enough."

Unfazed, the man leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on her cheek, his voice hoarse, "Not enough."

Song Qiao, "..." It really was enough. Why did she feel like Lu Jingchen was acting like a clingy child now?

While she was in a daze, the man had already reattached himself to her.

...

After getting dressed, Lu Jingchen turned around and saw Song Qiao looking at him with dissatisfaction in her eyes. The smile on his face deepened, He buttoned the cuffs on his shirt, then walked over to the bed, bending down to plant a kiss on her forehead, and spoke warmly, "You rest here for a bit, I’ll go down and cook dinner, and once it’s done, I’ll come up and carry you down."

Song Qiao closed her eyes, although she actually felt quite energized, now she really wanted to sleep, so she didn’t refuse, and hummed in agreement, "Go on."

The man didn’t move immediately, he lifted her face and gave her a kiss before tucking her in, "Be good, have a good rest, and we’ll continue tonight..."

Song Qiao, "..." Just as she was about to protest, Lu Jingchen turned and walked out of the room.

But it seemed she forgot, she had been unconscious for more than a month, naturally one session wouldn’t satisfy him.

The door closed behind him, the room quickly sank into silence, and Song Qiao didn’t fall asleep immediately, instead, she glanced at the wedding photo on the bedside table, suddenly a happy smile appeared on her face.

Then, she suddenly remembered a problem, which was... they hadn’t taken a family portrait yet, at home there were only wedding photos of the two of them.

With this thought, Song Qiao decided that once she was well-rested, she would suggest to Lu Jingchen that they take Huanhuan and Wangshu to get a family portrait in a couple of days.

...

On the sofa in the living room of the villa, Lu Wangshu and Song Nianhuan were playing with blocks, seeing who could pull blocks without knocking over the tower.

The siblings were almost inseparable now. Specifically, Nianhuan was glued to Lu Wangshu’s side, even at school, she was like a little tail, even when Wangshu went to the bathroom, Nianhuan followed closely behind, though she wouldn’t enter the men’s room, she’d wait at the door.

Because Song Nianhuan was afraid that her brother would fall asleep and not play with her, like before.

She was afraid something would happen to her brother again, so she wanted to follow him and protect him.

Lu Wangshu didn’t like people following him, but with his own sister, he didn’t say anything. Seeing Huanhuan looking so pitiful, he initially refused, but eventually, he obediently held her little hand.

"Young Master, Young Miss, I’ve just warmed up some milk, would you like to have a glass first? Dinner’s on its way," Aunt Chen walked over with two glasses of milk, looking kindly at Song Nianhuan and Lu Wangshu.

Aunt Chen was an old housekeeper of the villa, now quite advanced in years. Lu Jingchen had also hired several other servants to lighten Aunt Chen’s workload, so she didn’t have to work so hard, but she still chose to personally look after the two children.

Aunt Chen’s husband passed away two years ago from cancer; she never had children, and now she was lonely, with only herself. Thankfully, Lu Jingchen didn’t treat her just as a servant, he treated her like family.

So Aunt Chen still felt quite happy, after all, Lu Jingchen let the two kids call her Grandma Chen, and also said to her that he and Song Qiao would take care of her in her old age.

Lu Wangshu took the milk from Aunt Chen very politely, "Thank you, Grandma Chen."

Song Nianhuan also took the milk, her tone as sweet as honey, "Thank you, Grandma Chen. Are you tired? Do you want to sit and rest for a bit? My brother and I aren’t hungry yet, we can eat later..."

Aunt Chen waved her hand, "Grandma Chen isn’t tired." There was already some moisture in her eyes, the kids were so understanding, even though they weren’t her biological grandchildren, she was very touched.

Lu Jingchen happened to come down from upstairs, his gaze fell on Aunt Chen, and he flashed a mild smile, saying, "Aunt Chen, I’ll cook dinner tonight, could you help watch the kids?"

Song Nianhuan looked at her father with big eyes, full of excitement, "Daddy, are you going to cook yourself?"

Lu Jingchen approached the children, ruffled her hair, and nodded, "Daddy’s cooking, do you have anything you’d like to eat?"

Daughters are like gifts from heaven, they’re like little angels, making your heart soft just by looking at them.

Look at his little darling, she’s so pretty and sensible.

Song Nianhuan, however, was entirely off-topic, "Daddy, is your cooking edible?"

Is it as good as Uncle’s cooking?

Lu Jingchen’s face instantly darkened, looking at his precious daughter, he asked, "Sweetheart, do you not trust Daddy?"

The little girl looked innocent, speaking in her sweet voice, "Daddy, I’ve never tasted your cooking, so how would I know if it’s good or not? But Uncle’s cooking is delicious, is yours as good as his?"