"I’ll be on a business trip for a week. If anything comes up, call me. My phone will be on 24 hours a day..."
Until the phone call ended, Song Qiao could feel her face burning hot, as if she were feverish, and even without a mirror, she knew her face must’ve been very red.
But when she checked her phone and saw the continuous notifications of missed calls while it was turned off, she was momentarily stunned. Her slender, fair fingers started scrolling through them in surprise.
There were a total of over thirty messages, all were prompts of calls from Lu Jingchen while she had turned off her phone.
On the plane, the sweet and polite voice of the flight attendant came through, and Lu Jingchen hung up the phone directly.
Gu Xicheng, sitting beside him, watched in amazement as Lu Jingchen, who had already started to smile faintly, turned off his phone before asking, "Jingchen, did you marry Song Qiao because of the Song Family, or for personal reasons...?"
Lu Jingchen buckled his seatbelt, and with a dismissive smirk after hearing his question, he glanced at him indifferently, his eyes unfathomably deep, "Does it make a difference?"
"Actually, Song Qiao is quite pitiable. Compared to her, Song Xi is more important to that old man of the Song Family. If it’s because of the Song Family matter, you should have chosen someone else."
Everyone knows about Song Qiao’s status within the Song Family without him having to say it; in the Song Family, Song Qiao only has the title of Miss but not the actual respect.
Had it not been for their investigation back then, who would have thought that the old fox of the Song Family would treat his own daughter, born of his lawful wife, in such a manner.
Indeed, like father, like daughter; it’s hard for the tiger to beget a dog. Some people are just so detestable by nature, making others unwilling to show mercy or tenderness.
The man held a smile in his lips, slightly narrowing his eyes as he picked up a magazine to browse through. Although he did not admit or deny Gu Xicheng’s words, his cool tone suggested something else when he lightly parted his thin lips, "Xicheng, compared to Musen, you will always be a notch behind. Do you know why?"
"Because Musen always thinks more simply and brutally and isn’t indecisive like you," Lu Jingchen sneered again as he spoke and had already begun to look at Gu Xicheng with disdain. "And you call yourself a lawyer!"
Gu Xicheng felt he was innocently implicated and that he had been unexpectedly caught in the crossfire—wasn’t he just considering the bigger picture?
When Ning Wan returned, Song Qiao had already prepared a full table of dishes.
Sitting at the dining table and looking at the delicious array of food before her, Ning Wan almost drooled. She picked up a dish and ate it, then turned to Song Qiao and asked, "Qiaoqiao, what’s the special occasion today? You’ve made so much food!"
Song Qiao served Ning Wan a bowl of soup, paused as she heard the question, her slender, fair fingers holding the ceramic bowl they had carefully selected.
Her hands were very beautiful, slender, fair, and extremely soft to the touch—pleasing to the eye.
Placing the soup in front of Ning Wan, Song Qiao took a moment to organize her thoughts. After some consideration, she still decided to tell Ning Wan about her situation with Lu Jingchen.
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Ning Wan took a sip of the soup, savoring how delicious it was, and couldn’t help but admire Song Qiao’s culinary skills, thinking that whoever married her would be extremely fortunate. Not taking her words seriously, she took another sip before replying, "What certificate? Did you pass an exam?"