Jian Xia often visited the Lu Family, so Mrs. Chen was familiar with Jian Xia.
Upon seeing Jian Xia, a smile immediately appeared on Mrs. Chen’s face, "Miss Jian, long time no see, please wait a moment, I will have the servants prepare a room for you right away."
"Alright, it’s really troubling you, Mrs. Chen."
"It’s nothing, it’s no trouble at all," Mrs. Chen said, and then brought a pair of slippers for Jian Xia to change into before calling two servants over to tidy up the guest room.
"Sir, Miss Jian, would you like to eat something? There’s still food left in the fridge, the madam didn’t eat much."
When Mrs. Chen returned, she poured a glass of water for Lu Jingchen and Jian Xia.
"Hmm, you go prepare some," Lu Jingchen sat on the sofa, rubbing his temples wearily before glancing in the direction of the second floor and then asking, "How about the madam?"
"I saw the madam return to the bedroom quite early; she should be resting now," Mrs. Chen said with a smile, "Tonight, the madam especially instructed to prepare several dishes that sir likes, but unfortunately, you didn’t make it back, and it seemed madam didn’t have much appetite. She only ate a little before going up."
Lu Jingchen paused while drinking water, his eyes flickering with indiscernible emotions, but he quickly recovered and resumed drinking the remaining water before saying, "There’s no issue here, you can just warm the meals and then go rest."
Mrs. Chen looked at Lu Jingchen’s expression, did not say more, nodded, and then stepped out. For original chapters go to N0v3l.Fiɾe.net
When Mrs. Chen left, Jian Xia drank a few sips of water before looking at the man opposite to her, clicking her tongue, "Lu Jingchen, I didn’t expect you to be so fortunate to marry such a considerate wife. Ahh, suddenly, I really want to meet your wife, then ask her if she regrets marrying you, and if she does, to divorce sooner—after all, I know many capable young men..."
Lu Jingchen placed his cup on the coffee table, expression unchanged, voice deep, "Jian Xia, I don’t mind calling Bo Leshen right now to have him take you back."
So as to avoid hearing these displeasing words here.
Jian Xia was articulate from a young age, sometimes hitting the nail on the head when speaking, or even mentioning exactly the things not wanted to be said, which truly made people sometimes feel an urge to strangle her.
Hearing Lu Jingchen’s words, Jian Xia quickly shut her mouth, making a zipping motion over her lips.
Having known Lu Jingchen for so long, Jian Xia knew he was a man of his words; if he really made that call to Bo Leshen, she reckoned it would be better to just walk several hours back to the city center.
The last person she wanted to see right now was Bo Leshen.
Ten minutes later, Mrs. Chen reheated all the dishes and then called Lu Jingchen and Jian Xia.
Walking into the dining room, Jian Xia saw the table was set with five dishes and one soup, appearing almost untouched, and couldn’t help exclaiming while pulling out a chair, "Mrs. Chen, you didn’t just make these dishes for us, did you?"
Mrs. Chen shook her head with a smile, "These were left from dinner, the madam mentioned sir might want to eat something when he comes back tonight."
Lu Jingchen glanced at the five dishes on the table, all favorites of his and looking as if they had not been touched, then asked Mrs. Chen as he sat down, "Madam didn’t eat much, right?"
Mrs. Chen thought for a moment, then nodded, "Madam only had a small bowl of rice and then stopped eating, although she did drink two bowls of soup."
At that time, Song Qiao stared blankly at the table of dishes for a few minutes before sitting down, and Mrs. Chen, standing outside the dining room, clearly saw that she only had a small bowl of rice and then stopped eating, obviously lacking appetite.
Naturally, Mrs. Chen assumed that madam had no appetite because the sir did not return for dinner.
Lu Jingchen’s hand holding the chopsticks paused, his voice still low but with a hint of a vague smile, "So she’s angry because I didn’t come home for dinner?"
"Sir, I’m not sure about that," Mrs. Chen said.
At that moment, Song Qiao’s expression was very normal, but Mrs. Chen was very aware that some people’s emotions are not shown on their faces but buried in their hearts.
She dared not presumptuously conclude, so she could only say so.
"Prepare some porridge, I’ll take it up to her later." After thinking it over, Lu Jingchen still considered that Song Qiao had only eaten so little at night, certainly getting hungry quickly, he then instructed Mrs. Chen.
"Ah, alright, sir." Mrs. Chen quickly smiled and nodded, then headed back into the kitchen.
Jian Xia was busy with her chopsticks and mouth, eating this and that, it took her a while before finally looking up at Lu Jingchen, smiling and saying, "I never imagined that in this lifetime, I would see you considerate towards a second woman apart from Zuo Yuqing."
This made her even more curious about what Lu Jingchen’s wife looked like.
Lu Jingchen ignored Jian Xia, thus remained silent, calmly continuing to eat with his chopsticks.
Half an hour later, Lu Jingchen carried a tray into the bedroom, where only a dim bedside lamp was lit in the room; within the spacious bed’s bedding, there was a small lump.
He abruptly turned on the room’s chandelier, walked to Song Qiao’s side of the bed, placed the tray on the small table next to the bed, then slightly bent over to unveil the blanket covering her, leaned down to lift her petite body, his thin lips kissing her cheeks and chin, then lingering at her most sensitive ear, his voice rich and low, "Qiaoqiao, wake up and have some porridge first, then go back to sleep, okay?"
Song Qiao, semi-conscious, suddenly felt herself being picked up, instinctively pushing with her hands and moving her face to avoid him, her voice a bit groggy, "Go away..."