Hearing others speak like that, Lu An’an was inexplicably tempted to burst into a schadenfreude-induced laugh.
Zhuo Silin, that young girl, was still too inexperienced. Did she really think that she didn’t know this girl had been aware of Li Xin targeting Song Qiao from the start, so she often bad-mouthed Song Qiao in front of Li Xin?
From the beginning, she knew that it was only a matter of time before the girl would take the initiative to request a transfer to Li Xin’s side.
Such mid-way agent changes had happened before; as long as the higher-ups approved and the agent agreed, one could successfully switch to a different agent.
Although she had known this for a long time because she considered Song Qiao her best friend, she never told Song Qiao so as not to make her feel upset.
But it seems she underestimated Song Qiao’s strong mentality; such a simple matter would cause her a little heartache, but only just a little.
As for Zhuo Silin, Song Qiao had been aware for a long time that the young girl looked down on her and found it somewhat difficult to manage her.
Lu An’an didn’t know these things; she only knew that Song Qiao cherished every artist she worked with, no matter their ability, whether they had the talent for acting, or the potential to become popular.
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Even though everyone was in the same office and saw each other on a daily basis, there was still a subtle tension in the air between them.
It’s as if there is a last sheet of thin paper remaining intact, even though everyone wants to tear it apart.
After leaving the office, Song Qiao went directly to the pantry and dialed Lu Jingchen’s number.
The phone rang only twice before it was picked up. The man’s deep voice came through from the other end, resonating with a pleasant tone that was intoxicating, "Hello, Qiaoqiao."
Hearing this familiar voice, which somehow managed to stir ripples in her always calm heart, Song Qiao subconsciously gripped her phone tighter.
"Qiaoqiao, what’s wrong? Why aren’t you speaking?" Lu Jingchen could not hear Song Qiao’s voice and prodded once more from the other end.
The man’s tone seemed to carry a hint of lingering sentimentality that could make even someone hard to move begin to feel stirred.
After a good while, Song Qiao shifted her gaze towards her busy colleagues outside as if only then finding her voice, with a whispery and soft murmur, "I’m here."
"Hmm," Lu Jingchen hummed a response, and faint sounds of typing on a computer could be heard on his side, "Did you call me because you need something?"
It’s not easy for Song Qiao to call him; usually, he is the one who takes the initiative to call her.
Sometimes he even has this feeling that his wife is like a little princess who needs his tender care.
Of course, he also knows that Song Qiao is not some little princess, and sometimes she is so independent that she doesn’t even need his help.
It was only at this moment that Song Qiao remembered the reason she had called Lu Jingchen. She hesitated for a moment and did not voice what she had initially intended to say, but instead changed her words, "It’s almost time to get off work, I just wanted to ask if you have time for lunch together."
Lu Jingchen on the other end was taken aback, and then he chuckled softly, "Okay, shall I come and pick you up later?"
"Sure," Song Qiao did not refuse.
After all, they were now husband and wife, and more than half of An City knew of their marriage, especially since they had become an online sensation just yesterday and today.
The principal cause was this morning’s news.
Because of Zuo Yuqing.
She didn’t usually surf the internet unless necessary.
But doesn’t she have Lu An’an by her side?
Whether their movements were being tracked by the paparazzi or not, many candid photos of her and Lu Jingchen shopping for furniture, even of Lu Jingchen dropping her off at work in the morning, had been snapped.
True to his word, Lu Jingchen came to pick her up for lunch at noon, causing quite a spectacle within the company, though the man simply drove away as soon as Song Qiao got into the car.
The two chose a restaurant that had a decent reputation and nice environment.
As they were seated, Lu Jingchen hailed a waiter. Looking across at Song Qiao, who was gazing out the window, he was the first to break the silence, "What made you think of having lunch with me today?"