Lu An’an didn’t respond at first, instinctively nodding her head and slightly parting her red lips to utter one word, "Painful."
After saying it, she realized how foolish she had just been. A numbing pain shot through her palm instantly, causing her to grimace and blow on her hand repeatedly while glaring at her brother, "Brother, it really hurts."
Jian Xia, "..." No one can beat this level of intelligence.
An’an, you must be sent by God to be the comedian.
A faint smile appeared on the corners of Lu Jingchen’s mouth. His deep, restrained eyes looked at her as he deftly changed the subject. Glancing behind Lu An’an at Jian Xia, he leaned back in his chair and asked, "Tell me, what’s the matter that brought you two here to find me?"
He lifted his wrist to check the time on his watch. Time was almost up, and he had an important meeting to attend soon.
As Lu An’an blew on her palm, she instinctively turned back to look at Jian Xia upon hearing Lu Jingchen’s words, and mouthed silently, "What are we here for again?"
In her excitement earlier, she had completely forgotten what they were here for today.
After thinking it over, Jian Xia eventually went up to Lu An’an’s side herself, with a gentle smile she said, "We have already investigated the ins and outs of the matter thoroughly, and since it concerns you, I thought it’d be best to hand it over to you."
She had forgotten the purpose of her visit on her way here, only remembering that Lu Jingchen called her over for something related to the movie. It was when she saw Zuo Yuqing earlier that it all came back to her.
After all, this matter related to two people—one was Lu Jingchen’s former girlfriend Zuo Yuqing, and the other was his current wife Song Qiao. She thought it best that Lu Jingchen knew the facts.
After all, she was unsure whether Lu Jingchen liked Song Qiao more or had more feelings for Zuo Yuqing.
She took out a USB drive from her bag, which contained footage captured by the security cameras of the incident, and handed it directly to Lu Jingchen.
Lu An’an, completely confused, listened to Jian Xia’s words, not understanding at all.
Lu Jingchen looked at the USB in Jian Xia’s hand and finally accepted it, saying indifferently, "Hmm, I will handle this matter properly."
Jian Xia gave a slight smile, looked at the man’s face, thought for a moment, and then said in a tactful manner, "Regardless of how you plan to deal with this, Jingchen, if you still want to preserve this marriage, it would be better to explain things to Song Qiao. I’ve heard she wants a divorce."
Lu An’an, silent on the side, turned to look at her big brother.
Lu Jingchen fiddled with the small USB in his hand, and his expression turned somber at Jian Xia’s words, his thin lips tightly drawn, his eyes revealing an unclear mood, "I know, if there’s nothing else, you two should go back first."
Jian Xia knew no one could influence Lu Jingchen’s decisions, she tugged at Lu An’an and said, "An’an, shall we go now?"
Lu An’an, with a slight frown, turned towards Lu Jingchen and asked, "Brother, don’t you plan to visit Qiaoqiao at the hospital?"
He replied flatly, "I still have a meeting later."
The message was clear and simple—he was not going to visit.
Lu An’an gave an "oh" and said no more, but inside, she felt helpless. With her big brother’s attitude, it would be difficult to win Qiaoqiao back.
In the hospital, Song Qiao was slouched on the bed, listlessly holding an iPad Lu An’an had brought for her to watch movies.
When the door to the sickroom opened, Song Qiao thought it was Lu An’an and without even lifting her head, she asked, "An’an, what delicious food have you brought me?"
Since Chen Ma had already sent breakfast in the morning and Lu An’an said she would bring lunch, Chen Ma was asked to come back in the evening. An’an had not dared to tell their grandfather; however, Mu Shinian had called Song Qiao in the morning to ask when she would come to see their grandfather, and she had made an excuse about being busy and said she would visit later.
With her current appearance, she obviously could not go, or it would be too easy for her grandfather to see something was wrong, which would only worry the old man.
The person at the door paused for a moment, then closed the door behind them and walked in, remaining silent.
It wasn’t the familiar sound of high heels on the floor, but leather shoes instead. Realizing it wasn’t Lu An’an, Song Qiao immediately lifted her head and stared in surprise at the man in front of her. It took her a moment to regain composure and force a smile, asking, "Gu Linyuan, what brings you here?"
Gu Linyuan, who appeared in front of her, seemed much thinner, his face still handsome but looking somewhat exhausted.
It seemed that since their last exchange in the hospital, they had not seen each other, almost two months now.
Dressed in a dark blue shirt and black suit pants, Gu Linyuan looked at Song Qiao, his brow slightly furrowed with a somber tone, "I just landed from a flight this morning and heard you were injured and hospitalized. It took me a while to find out you were in this hospital. How are you? Is it serious?" New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on Novᴇl_Fire(.)net
It was only at this point that Song Qiao noticed Gu Linyuan’s travel-worn appearance, his eyes filled with weariness as if he hadn’t rested properly for a long time. After being momentarily stunned, she turned off the movie playing on her iPad and said with a smile, "I’m fine, just a minor injury." She then put the iPad aside, pointed to a chair beside her, and said, "Have a seat. Standing there must be tiring, and I have to crane my neck to talk to you because you’re so tall."