The man’s face instantly turned cold upon hearing her words, and he stood up abruptly, "Song Qiao, do you think I’m annoyed with you?"
Song Qiao crossed her legs, her gaze still filled with anger, completely affirming her own thoughts, "Isn’t it? When I was watching a movie in the study, you just shut down my laptop without asking if I wanted to, and you carried me back here without my consent. Now, even when I’m sleeping, you have to wake me up..."
"Is that what you think?" Lu Jingchen narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze emanating a dangerous aura as he looked at the woman in front of him.
Song Qiao met his slightly cold gaze head-on, instinctively shrinking her neck, then immediately annoyed at herself for being afraid, she stiffened her neck and gritted her teeth, "Yes."
’Bang~’ The sound of the door slamming shut echoed in her ears. Song Qiao sat on the sofa, staring somewhat blankly at the closed door, clearly a bit puzzled as to why the man suddenly stormed out with a face full of anger.
Her eyes landed on the food on the coffee table in front of her. Song Qiao frowned slightly, her stomach making an uncomfortable noise. After only a few seconds of consideration, she got up and brought the food in front of her, and began eating.
No matter how angry she was, she shouldn’t mistreat her own body.
Downstairs in the living room, Mrs. Chen entered with a parcel from outside. Seeing Lu Jingchen’s grim face, she immediately stopped in her tracks, "Sir, do you need to eat now?"
"No need," Lu Jingchen said with a dark expression. He quickly walked to the doorway, changed his shoes, and was about to leave when he seemed to remember something. He stopped and turned to Mrs. Chen, speaking indifferently, "I won’t be back tonight, no need to prepare my dinner."
"Alright, sir," Mrs. Chen responded, noting his grim face, although curious, she did not ask further.
Song Qiao had just started eating when she heard the sound of a car engine outside, her hand paused for a few seconds before she continued eating.
The food was tasteless, despite being flavorful and usually her favorite, it felt like eating wax at that moment.
Someone knocked on the bedroom door. Song Qiao stopped, knowing that Lu Jingchen had already left, and even if it were him, he wouldn’t knock. Thus, she knew it must be Mrs. Chen and quietly said, "Come in."
Mrs. Chen opened the door and entered, holding a parcel, "Ma’am, the courier just came by, saying it’s for you, I went out and signed for it."
Song Qiao’s gaze fell on the parcel in Mrs. Chen’s hand, she frowned slightly, unable to recall buying anything online recently.
She put down her chopsticks, took the parcel, examined it a bit—it carried the correct address and her name, but no phone number, about the size of a mobile phone. Without much thought, she set it aside, glanced at the food on the coffee table and lost her appetite, then instructed Mrs. Chen, "Mrs. Chen, please take it away."
Mrs. Chen looked at the barely touched food, recalling the way Sir had left with a gloomy face, immediately understood what had happened, and directly asked, "Ma’am, did you and Sir have a fight?" Follow current novels on novel·fiɾe·net