Lu An’an knew from Song Qiao’s reaction that she truly had no idea what had happened, which made her wonder if her elder brother had kept it from Song Qiao intentionally.
But now that Song Qiao had come to the company, and since their company was a talent agency, they naturally had daily newspapers and magazines. Even if they didn’t tell Song Qiao now, she would see it later anyway.
Moreover, what if Song Qiao found out that she had been kept in the dark and blamed herself? What then? Original content can be found at novelFɪre.net
So, after some thought, Lu An’an decided to tell her the truth.
Song Qiao was unaware of Lu An’an’s concerns. If she had known, she would definitely have been speechless and would have assured her that no matter what, she wouldn’t blame Lu An’an. At this company, before meeting Lu Jingchen, it was only Lu An’an who truly cared for her.
Thus, Lu An’an had become, alongside Ning Wan, another one of her best friends in her life. Especially now that she was married to her brother, their relationship had deepened further.
Unless Lu An’an did something truly heartbreaking, she wouldn’t really blame her.
Lu An’an collected her thoughts, then, as if making a big decision, she looked steadily at her and began, "Qiaoqiao, do you know that you and my brother are the headline of all the newspapers in An City today?"
Song Qiao, with a puzzled expression, asked, "What headline?"
"The news about you and my brother going to buy wedding rings yesterday has made it to the headlines of newspapers and magazines." Knowing that Song Qiao truly was unaware of all this, Lu An’an felt a bit perplexed whether this was good or bad, and explained after a pause, "I guess by now you are trending on Weibo. I checked just now, and CK Group was the first to report it. Didn’t my brother tell you beforehand?"
Song Qiao shook her head indicating that she truly didn’t know, and that Lu Jingchen really hadn’t told her. If Lu Jingchen had told her, why would she have no clue about it and need Lu An’an to tell her?
Lu An’an telling her this helped her understand why she had received those strange looks outside and why people who were originally discussing it scattered when they saw her arrive.
She was the main character of this event, after all. Those people were naturally discussing her.
No wonder a few women seemed to bear hostility towards her just earlier.
"Qiaoqiao, what do you plan to do now?" Seeing Song Qiao’s bewildered expression, Lu An’an was a bit worried and unsure about what Song Qiao was thinking.
Song Qiao raised her eyes to the Lu An’an in front of her, knowing she meant well, and with a forced smile said, "What can I do? What’s done is done. Plus, I and your brother are getting married on the 15th next month. Our relationship is going to be revealed then anyways. It’s better now that everyone knows about me marrying your brother than causing a stir later on."
Now that it had already happened, this also gave her a buffer period; otherwise, managing everything during the wedding might become too rushed.
Lu An’an, seeing Song Qiao’s response and feeling relieved that she was genuinely okay, couldn’t help but exhale a sigh of relief and placed her hand on Song Qiao’s shoulder, saying earnestly, "Qiaoqiao, no matter how things turn out, if someone bullies you, remember to tell me. I’ll help you deal with them."
Song Qiao, "..." An’an, you sound so fierce.
After the relationship between Lu Jingchen and Song Qiao was exposed, it not only caused a sensation to others but even the Lu Family Mansion saw today’s news and nearly went into an uproar.
In the living room on the first floor, Lu Tianming was sitting on the sofa watching the TV reporting about his own son and that woman getting married, especially when the news showed photos of Lu Jingchen and Song Qiao buying wedding rings yesterday, rage surged through him. He grabbed the teacup from the table and smashed it towards the LCD TV on the wall, followed by the patriarch’s roar, "Dammit, do I even figure in his eyes as a father anymore?"
The servants cleaning the living room seeing the patriarch’s furious demeanor, everyone was too afraid to even breathe, focusing intently on their tasks, trying hard to minimize their presence, dreading the patriarch might direct his anger at them next.