Song Qiao was taken aback, looked up at Chen’s mother, and then said, "Chen’s mother, you should know better than I do what kind of man your family’s master is."
From their long time together, one thing has become clear to her: although sometimes he’s easy to get along with and talk to, many times this man is just downright despicable.
Seeing Song Qiao’s expressionless face, Chen’s mother knew she was not in the best of moods. She turned around, poured a glass of water, and placed it beside her—not to persuade her but to say, "Madam, please drink some water first."
Song Qiao didn’t make things difficult for Chen’s mother; she took the glass and began to drink. After finishing, she looked at Chen’s mother and asked, "Has he always been ?"
Always with a stern face, so gloomy it’s frightening, every time she sees this man, she feels like he’s impossible to read.
In fact, she never tried to guess what he’s thinking. Guessing requires intelligence, and she can’t be bothered to use her brain in that regard, which is why she never understood this man. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by NoveI-Fire.ɴet
She took another sip from the glass and forcibly suppressed the growing annoyance inside her.
Chen’s mother was startled, then smiled and said, "I know you are a good person. The matter between you and the master isn’t something we servants should get involved in. The master has always been a man of few words, never likes to reveal his moods, not even the old master and the madam know what he’s thinking. He’s always had a stern face before, but since he married you, madam, his mood seems to have improved a lot."
Song Qiao remained silent, just listening to Chen’s mother, calmly and quietly, like a loyal audience, quietly taking it all in.
Seeing Song Qiao interested, Chen’s mother relaxed and continued, "The master is the only boy in the family. When he was very young, the old master educated him with very strict methods. Furthermore, both the old master and madam were workaholics, so the master didn’t spend much time with them, and he was mostly raised by the great-grandfather."
As for Lu Jingchen’s parents, Song Qiao had never met them, nor had Lu Jingchen said anything about taking her to the Lu Family. So she didn’t ask, and didn’t want to think about it.
The CK Group had risen in An City more than twenty years ago, considered an old enterprise of An City, surely the result of Lu Jingchen’s parents’ hard work.
Unlike Song Qiao, she had a very different childhood. Her parents had a very good marriage when she was very young, and her mother had her when she was well into her twenties. Plus, at the time, her grandparents were also around, and as the only bloodline of the family, she was naturally the most doted on. Although she was not spoiled by everyone’s undivided attention, she grew up being loved by a clan of elders, whether it was her parents, grandparents, or maternal grandparents, she always had the companionship of relatives.
Having not grown up with parents at her side, Song Qiao had never experienced it, but she imagined that kind of life was not easy.
After all, when children are very young, what they want most is to have their parents there with them.
At night, Song Qiao had already taken her bath and was ready for bed, but Lu Jingchen still hadn’t returned home. It seemed that in all the time since their marriage, he rarely came home this late.
At that thought, Song Qiao picked up her phone and hesitated over whether or not to call him.