Secretary Xu’s gaze fell upon Song Qiao, who was fast asleep on the double sofa. He immediately understood the situation, nodded hastily in agreement, and directly withdrew!
Once the office door closed again, the only sounds in the vast space were the even breathing of the sleeping woman and the intentionally soft footsteps of the man!
As his eyes touched the woman’s slightly shivering body, which seemed to be feeling a bit cold, the man who was about to sit down turned around and headed towards the rest area, quickly returning with a blanket in his hands!
The sleeping Song Qiao felt as if she had plunged into an abyss, with many scenes appearing before her: trips to the amusement park with her mother and father during her childhood, their family joyfully together. But before she could fully adjust, the scene abruptly shifted to the year of her mother’s death, followed by Song Xi moving into the Song Family home...
There were many bizarre dreams, yet in them, she dreamed of everything that had actually happened, even seeing the scene of her mother’s death right before her own eyes...
"Song Qiao, wake up..." Lu Jingchen, looking at her face streaked with tears, apparently from a nightmare, couldn’t help frowning with concern.
In her nightmare, Song Qiao seemed lonely and helpless, like a child who had been abandoned, her cries and shouts all in vain.
Song Qiao frowned, her eyes tightly shut, her expression filled with an intense anxiety, even beginning to sob, "Mom... don’t leave Qiaoqiao behind... Mom... don’t go... don’t go, don’t leave Qiaoqiao behind..."
Lu Jingchen, who had wanted to reach out to wake her, hesitated as his hand stretched out. Then Song Qiao, flailing her arms in her sleep, suddenly grabbed his hand, holding it tightly as if clutching a lifeline, still muttering in her dreamtalk, her voice even panicked and a bit hoarse from crying, "Mom, don’t go... don’t leave Qiaoqiao... Qiaoqiao will be good from now on..."
Lu Jingchen’s body stiffened suddenly, his eyes narrowing slightly, a cool and somber look washing over his gaze!
He watched Song Qiao, still mumbling with her eyes closed, her little face tear-stained, and murmuring ’mom’ in a confused state!
After a moment’s thought, he did not forcefully withdraw his hand that was being clutched by her, instead, he sat down beside the sofa!
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When Song Qiao awoke, it was already several hours later. She gave a very soft groan, feeling a bit of discomfort in her eyes, and subconsciously placed her hand on her forehead!
"Awake?" Without opening her eyes, Song Qiao heard a deep and low male voice beside her ear!
She abruptly sat up upon opening her eyes, immediately seeing the man sitting on the sofa opposite her. Song Qiao instinctively let out a cry of surprise, "You... why are you here?"
Perhaps because she had just woken up and her mind was still foggy, Song Qiao had not yet realized she was still in Lu Jingchen’s office, and she looked at the man opposite her almost warily, with wide-open eyes!
But she kept feeling as if her eyes were somehow being sown shut?
Looking at the woman hugging her chest, on guard, Lu Jingchen put down the document in his hand, gave her a glance, and opened his lips slightly to speak, "Weren’t you the one who came to see me? This is my office, so naturally, I’m here!"
His low voice carried a hint of magnetism, offering an extremely comforting feeling!