Lu Jingchen watched as Song Qiao and Lu An’an ran straight into the company’s main entrance, retracted his gaze, and was about to start his car and leave, when his eyes fell on a Maybach parked not far away.
The window of the rear seat of the Maybach rolled down, and from Lu Jingchen’s angle, he could see a man he had only met once before.
Ji Sifan sat in the back with a rather casual posture, leaning slightly backwards, his gaze fixed on the man in the driver’s seat of the Bentley Mulsanne nearby. Noticing that his gaze had turned this way, Ji Sifan slightly curled his lips and then lifted his head to say something to the driver in front, after which he opened the door and got out of the car.
Lu Jingchen didn’t move, sitting still at the driver’s seat, coldly watching Ji Sifan get out of the car and walk towards him.
The height of Ji Sifan was roughly the same as Lu Jingchen’s, and both men possessed a powerful presence, except that Lu Jingchen’s aura had an added touch of chill.
Furthermore, with the Lu Family’s almost hegemonic status in An City, and three generations having considerable rank in the military, such as the old Master Lu who, although he had retired more than a decade ago, still retained the air of a soldier. Many respected military officers in the army were also his former subordinates, and any wise person in An City knew to give respect to the Lu Family.
Because of the Lu Family’s position in An City, along with the old Master Lu’s background, Lu Jingchen had also undergone military training in his early years. Ji Sifan, emanating a sense of warmth, naturally fell a little short in imposing manner compared to Lu Jingchen.
Ji Sifan approached the car window, and Lu Jingchen immediately lowered it, giving him a faint glance, his tone devoid of any emotion, "What is it?"
"Shall we talk?" Ji Sifan’s face always had a gentle smile, but those familiar with him knew that at this moment he was very dangerous. If one looked carefully into his eyes, they could see a coldness bursting forth.
There is a large river in An City, nearly encircling over half of the city. Lu Jingchen and Ji Sifan stood by the river, letting the wind blow upon them and flutter their clothing.
Staring straight at the tall buildings across the river, Ji Sifan’s face still wore a gentle smile, but it had become colder, and after a long silence between the two men, Ji Sifan was the first to break it, "What is your relationship with Song Qiao?" Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novelFɪre.net
This question had arisen on the first day he returned to the country. The internet claimed that they were already married, but Ji Sifan was somewhat incredulous that Song Qiao would marry another man, especially when that man was Lu Jingchen, the helmsman of the Lu Family.
Although Song Qiao was indeed the young mistress of the Song Family, that title was nothing more than nominal. He didn’t believe that by marrying Song Qiao, Lu Jingchen would gain any benefits.
Unless Lu Jingchen had other intentions towards Song Qiao.
Upon hearing Ji Sifan’s words, Lu Jingchen turned his head to look at him, holding a lit cigarette in his hand, a faint smile playing on his lips. His voice was calm and unemotional, yet carried an inexplicable coldness, "Young Master Ji, Qiaoqiao is now my wife."
Ji Sifan had already investigated the relationship between himself and Song Qiao after encountering the two of them dining together that day.
Sure enough, upon hearing Lu Jingchen’s words, Ji Sifan’s expression slightly shifted, his eyes narrowed dangerously as he looked at him, his face growing darker, "Lu Jingchen, what exactly are you trying to do? The things the Song Family did to your parents have nothing to do with Song Qiao. Is your marriage to her because of Song Qiao’s father?"
He couldn’t control himself for a moment and laid bare everything he knew, including the grudges between Lu Jingchen and Song Qiao’s father.
He hadn’t thought of these things initially, but upon seeing Lu Jingchen, and even more upon hearing his words, he immediately connected the dots.
If Lu Jingchen was really seeking to take revenge on the Song Family by marrying Song Qiao, then it was the younger Miss Song Qiao who would ultimately be hurt.
At this thought, Ji Sifan’s expression changed, his eyes dangerously fixed on Lu Jingchen in front of him.
After taking a puff of his cigarette, Lu Jingchen tossed the half-burned cigarette onto the ground and stamped it out, his expression unchanged as he spoke indifferently, "What do you think I would do to Song Qiao? Use her to take revenge on the Song Family?"