Lu Jingchen held a newspaper in one hand while scooping a spoonful of rice porridge for himself with the other. Upon hearing Song Qiao’s words, his movements paused slightly. He looked up and glanced at the phone she pushed towards him, responding with a faint "Hmm, it’s him."
"Haven’t Xi Mohan and Ning Yan’er been together for so many years? How can they just call off the engagement like that?" Song Qiao couldn’t understand.
Lu Jingchen didn’t show much change in expression. Xi Mohan had already told him about the annulment of the engagement the day it happened, but he hadn’t expected Mo Han to act so quickly.
It had only been two short days.
Barely perceptible, he raised an eyebrow but swiftly changed the subject, "Their affairs don’t concern us much. After we finish breakfast, get ready—we’re visiting the old house."
Song Qiao, "..." As if she thought of something, she abruptly lifted her head to look at Lu Jingchen. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the novel(ꜰ)ire.net
After a good moment, she put down her phone, her voice tinged with cautiousness, "Do I really have to meet your parents today?"
She felt utterly unprepared mentally.
So she’s going to meet his parents just like that? What if she wasn’t completely ready?
It could even be said that she hadn’t prepared anything at all.
Lu Jingchen’s expression didn’t change, as calm as ever, "There’s no need to prepare. You just have to meet them with me, and we’ll return in the evening."
"What if your parents don’t like me?" Song Qiao wasn’t as reassured as Lu Jingchen, flooded with various worries.
The parents of Lu Jingchen were not without fame; while she was still in school, his parents would often appear in financial reports.
Both his mother and father were very successful businesspeople.
And from the photos from back then, it seemed they were not easy to get along with.
"Whether they like you or not is their business. I’m not taking you there just to seek their approval," Lu Jingchen continued to flip through the newspaper, his tone as usual, emotionless.
He would have been better off not saying it like that. At those words, Song Qiao’s face slightly changed, and she lost her appetite for breakfast.
Lu Jingchen’s words also implied that it was possible his parents really wouldn’t like her.
Lu Jingchen seemed to sense something off with Song Qiao. He put down the financial newspaper in his hands and arched an eyebrow at her, "What’s wrong? Scared?"
Song Qiao subconsciously nodded, but then, feeling it wasn’t quite right, shook her head.
Seeing her slightly at a loss, Lu Jingchen chuckled and spoke up, "Weren’t you bold when you forced marriage on me on the street back then? Now you’re scared? Playing the ostrich?"
Song Qiao, "..." Painful memories best left unrecalled.
But that was different, okay?
"Relax, even if they don’t like you, it won’t stop us from being together. Their opinion is unimportant. What’s important is how important you are to me, understand? Qiaoqiao."
Though still worried, after breakfast, Song Qiao specifically chose a set of clothes that seemed very familiar-looking, changed into it, and then stood in front of the dressing table, indecisive about whether or not to put on makeup.
After handling some work in his study, Lu Jingchen returned to the bedroom to see Song Qiao in a state of indecision, which he found amusing.
Upon hearing footsteps behind her, Song Qiao was about to turn around when she was suddenly wrapped in the arms of the man behind her, his familiar and slightly warm masculine scent enveloping her skin and filling her senses.
A deep and pleasant voice, Lu Jingchen put his chin on her shoulder, "Qiaoqiao, what are you thinking about? So engrossed."
Song Qiao let him hold her without pulling away and instead turned her head slightly, speaking with a bit of gloom, "I’m wondering if I should wear makeup, and if I do, which makeup set to use..."
At that point, she suddenly thought of something very important, immediately turned around to grab the shirt on the man’s chest, looked up at him, and quickly asked, "Since we are going to meet your parents, should we bring some gifts? What do they like? And will your sister be back there?"
——This Chapter has four thousand words.