Secretary Xu’s gaze fell on the curled-up figure of Song Qiao, fast asleep on the two-seater sofa, and immediately understood the situation, nodding quickly in agreement before making a hasty exit!
With the office door closed once again, the vast space was filled only with the even breathing of the sleeping woman, along with the man’s intentionally lightened footsteps!
Gazing at the woman’s body that seemed to shiver slightly as if feeling cold, the man who was about to sit down promptly turned and headed into the resting room, returning shortly after with a blanket in hand!
Song Qiao, lost in sleep, felt as if she had plunged into an abyss, surrounded by various scenes: her childhood visits to the amusement park with her parents, happy family moments, but before she could fully adjust, the scene abruptly shifted to the year her mother passed away, followed by Song Xi moving into the Song Family household...
Strange and varied were the dreams she had, yet they were all past events she once experienced. Towards the end, she even saw the scene of her mother dying in front of her...
"Song Qiao, wake up...," Lu Jingchen said, looking at her tear-streaked face which seemed tormented by nightmares, his handsome brow furrowing involuntarily!
In her nightmare, Song Qiao seemed lonely and helpless, like a child that had been abandoned, her cries and shouts to no avail.
Song Qiao furrowed her brow, her eyes tightly shut, her expression extremely agitated, even starting to sob, "Mom... don’t leave Qiaoqiao... Mommy... don’t go... don’t go, don’t leave Qiaoqiao behind..."
Lu Jingchen had intended to wake her by reaching out, but as his hand barely extended towards her, Song Qiao’s flailing hands suddenly grasped his firmly, clinging to it like a lifeline, still uttering dream-talk in an even more frantic tone, her voice hoarse from crying, "Mommy, don’t go... don’t abandon Qiaoqiao... Qiaoqiao will be good from now on..."
Lu Jingchen’s body stiffened suddenly, his eyes slightly narrowed, an icy and gloomy chill washing over their depths!
He watched Song Qiao, still whispering with her eyes closed, tears marking her little face as she murmured ’Mommy’ in a daze!
After a moment of thought, he did not forcefully withdraw his hand that was clenched by Song Qiao, but instead sat down beside the sofa!
When Song Qiao awoke, it was already hours later. She let out a tiny, hushed groan, feeling a bit uncomfortable around her eyes, and instinctively brought her hand to her forehead.
"You’re awake?" Before she could open her eyes, Song Qiao heard a deep, mellow male voice close to her ear.
Snapping her eyes open and sitting up abruptly, she immediately saw the man sitting on the sofa opposite her, and Song Qiao let out an instinctive cry of surprise, "You... what are you doing here?" Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by Nove1Fire.net
Perhaps still muddled from just waking up, Song Qiao hadn’t yet realized she was still in Lu Jingchen’s office, staring at the man opposite her with an almost guarded look, her eyes wide as saucers.
Yet, she had the odd feeling that her eyes were swollen.
Watching the woman sitting across from him, arms crossed and looking defensive, Lu Jingchen set aside the document he was holding, glanced at her, and spoke with his thin lips slightly parted, "Didn’t you come to find me? This is my office, of course I would be here," he said, his low voice carrying a soothing magnetism.