"Wait for me, I’m entering some data, just give me a few minutes."
"Okay, I’ll go to the restroom first, and wait for you at the door afterwards."
Lu An’an quickly nodded, her fingers tapping rapidly on the keyboard.
Song Qiao headed straight for the restroom, but as she walked out of the office, her pocketed phone began to ring.
She took out her phone and saw that the incoming call was from Lu Jingchen; she slid the answer button and gently said ’hello’ into the phone.
On the other side of the call, Lu Jingchen was sitting on the living room sofa, a laptop in front of him displaying one of the movies Song Qiao often enjoyed, which he had paused.
Hearing Song Qiao’s voice, although it was just a simple ’hello’, his heart softened a bit. His voice was deep and slightly hoarse with a touch of sexiness, "Come home for lunch, I had the chef prepare your favorite food, shall I send the driver to pick you up now?"
Song Qiao paused her step, and then responded, "I just invited An’an over for lunch, so I won’t be coming home."
His own little sister...
Lu Jingchen’s brows involuntarily furrowed, and then he said, "You can invite her for a meal some other time as well."
Song Qiao entered the restroom, washed her hands under the faucet, and spoke, "I just started back at work, and it’s been a long time since I had a meal with An’an. Since I’ve already promised to go out to eat with her, it wouldn’t be right to break the promise now, and returning home now would be too rushed; it would take an hour back and forth."
"Xiao Qiao." The man’s melodious voice rose from the other end of the phone, softly calling her name, then he spoke, "I miss you. Come back for lunch, okay?"
The most touching love words in the world are none other than ’I miss you.’
When this phrase entered Song Qiao’s ears, she felt a tingling sensation spread throughout her body, not sure if she was being too emotional, she responded with a hum, "Okay."
Lu Jingchen obviously heard her reply and was in a good mood, he spoke, "I have sent the driver to pick you up, you should see him when you go down."
He had already sent someone to pick her up.
Song Qiao pursed her lips, looked at herself in the mirror, and spoke with a hint of complaint, "Lu Jingchen, did you just assume I would agree to come back for lunch?"
"No." Lu Jingchen chuckled softly, then said, "I just figured that if you didn’t come home for lunch, I would have the driver wait there until you came back in the afternoon." Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on NovelHub(.)net
Song Qiao, "..." Is this really okay?
After hanging up the phone, Song Qiao washed her hands again before leaving the restroom, only to see Lu An’an, who had just rushed out carrying her bag.
The moment Lu An’an saw Song Qiao, she immediately spoke with a hint of apology, "Xiao Qiao, sorry, something came up at home, my parents called me to go back, so I can’t have lunch with you."
Seeing Lu An’an in a hurried manner, Song Qiao didn’t say much, smiling she said, "It’s okay, if you have something to do, go ahead."
"Sorry Xiao Qiao, next time I’ll treat you to a meal."
"Okay, An’an, you said so yourself."
Lu An’an smiled slightly, nodded, and then quickly walked away.
Song Qiao stood still for a moment, feeling something was off. Just when she had agreed to go back for lunch with Lu Jingchen and was wondering how to tell Lu An’an, Lu An’an had already had something come up and needed to go home.
After thinking about it and still not figuring it out, she shook her head to dispel the doubts in her mind, then turned and entered the elevator that had just arrived.
Meanwhile, Lu An’an, who had reached the parking lot and was sitting in the car, immediately called Lu Jingchen. As soon as the call connected, she said directly, "Brother, I did as you instructed, you better uphold your promise."
Lu Jingchen hummed in response on the other end of the phone.
Lu An’an, feeling somewhat aggrieved, continued, "Brother, why are you so reliant on our sister-in-law? It’s not good this way."
"This is my own business, mind your own." After saying this, Lu Jingchen promptly hung up the phone.
Lu An’an stared at her phone, stunned, then on the verge of tears, her phone conveniently ran out of battery and powered off.
As Song Qiao stepped out of the company building, she immediately saw a familiar car at the entrance. The driver, upon seeing Song Qiao come out, opened the car door, got out, then went to the rear seat to help her open the car door, respectfully calling out, "Madam."