Zuo Yuqing stopped directly a few steps away from her, her face with delicate makeup was tinged with hints of crimson from running too fast, making her seem even more... well, charming.
It has to be said that Zuo Yuqing’s features are very refined, and it’s not just because of her makeup. Song Qiao has seen Zuo Yuqing’s bare face too, and although people often say that celebrities with makeup and without are worlds apart, Song Qiao didn’t feel that way about Zuo Yuqing.
Actually, Zuo Yuqing did make Song Qiao feel envious.
In today’s entertainment industry, who could have such a smooth and successful career as Zuo Yuqing? Those previous actresses, most of them were just momentarily famous, few could hold such a lofty position for so long.
It’s not surprising, really. If there’s a man backing her from behind, creating this pedestal for her, it’s not strange that she wouldn’t fall off, is it?
The evening in An City wasn’t as hot as during the day, and a breeze was blowing at that moment. Song Qiao stood there, the wind lifting her hair onto her face, making her involuntarily raise her hand to brush the hair aside and slightly furrow her brows.
Zuo Yuqing stood there watching Song Qiao, the wind lifting her long dress giving it an ethereal quality. Her heart was still unsettled from what Lu Jingchen had said earlier, taking a deep breath before finally speaking to Song Qiao, "You and Jingchen are getting married soon, but Song Qiao, have you ever thought that he might be marrying you for other reasons?"
Song Qiao looked at her, her facial expression unchanged, but her heart was somewhat fluctuating. It wasn’t the first time she’d heard someone say ’Lu Jingchen is marrying her for ulterior motives’ – her own father had said something similar, hadn’t he?
But what of it? Wasn’t her marrying Lu Jingchen also for a purpose?
Zuo Yuqing watched Song Qiao, biting her lip as she awaited her reaction, expecting her to show a different expression.
But there wasn’t any. She just looked up at her, her pink lips curled into a light smile, as if that smile had always been there, just unnoticed until now.
After a good while, Song Qiao finally looked at her with a soft smile, asking, "Is this what you stopped me to talk about?"
Zuo Yuqing’s hand at her side unconsciously clenched tighter, apparently not expecting such a response, feeling somewhat suffocated. She took a deep breath and continued, "Song Qiao, aren’t you afraid you’ll regret marrying Jingchen one day?"
She laughed in response, saying directly, "We already got our marriage certificate."
Zuo Yuqing turned pale, as if just remembering this fact, but she still felt somewhat unwilling to let it go. After being silent for several seconds, she continued, "But you haven’t been acknowledged by the Lu Family yet, right? The wedding hasn’t been held yet, don’t you worry what if you two aren’t together in the future?"
Song Qiao had always seen that Zuo Yuqing actually liked Lu Jingchen, even loved him. As for how Lu Jingchen felt about Zuo Yuqing, he probably liked her somewhat too.
But she didn’t understand why Zuo Yuqing kept saying these things to her repeatedly, what exactly was the point? The wedding would be held, and whether or not it happens, that’s up to Lu Jingchen. This text is hosted at novel-fire.ɴet
Rather than wasting time on her, she might as well go directly to that man, Lu Jingchen
Lifting her hand, she tucked the hair the wind had blown to the front behind her ear, slightly lifting her eyes to look at her with a faint smile, "Whether I end up regretting or not, that’s my own business. However, Miss Zuo, you wouldn’t let our marriage happen easily, would you?"
Zuo Yuqing’s heart inexplicably tightened, even though the Song Qiao before her was smiling so gently and beautifully, that charming smile giving off an extremely comfortable feeling, her tone as soft as if it’s just regular conversation, yet it made her feel as if she was laid bare before everyone. Her breath tightened, and it took her a long while to finally say, "Ms. Song, what are you implying? If someone else heard this, they might think I’ll go back and sabotage your wedding."
Song Qiao pursed her lips and smiled lightly, opting not to continue the conversation but instead said, "If Miss Zuo doesn’t have other matters, then I’m going to take a walk first. I just finished eating and would like to digest a bit. Miss Zuo, you do as you please, and if you don’t mind, you could also have dinner here before heading back."