Song Qiao looked up at him but responded with a counter-question instead, "Lu Jingchen, what on earth did you marry me for?"
At first, she had doubts about what Murong Rui said, but when she saw the utterly panicked expression of Song Xi’s mother hidden in the crowd, she became certain there was no mistake about it.
Song Xi’s father definitely loved Song Xi’s mother deeply. She knew that Song Xi’s father would tell Song Xi’s mother everything, so when Lu Jingchen carried her away, Song Xi’s mother hurriedly ran out.
She hadn’t called Song Father to verify yet, but seeing Lu Jingchen’s expression then, she was already sure; what need was there to verify?
Lu Jingchen’s face changed color, and he did not speak for a moment, just staring steadily at Song Qiao without uttering a word.
Song Qiao didn’t continue to press him, but she still gave a low self-deprecating laugh, shifted herself back and widened the distance between them before continuing, "I don’t know the extent of this matter, but judging from your reaction, it seems that my parents truly did kill your adoptive parents, didn’t they? But Lu Jingchen, one thing I’m certain of—my mother wouldn’t even bear to step on an ant, how could she possibly kill your parents?"
She paused, then turned her head to look out the window, her voice dropping a few notches, "Or is it that you intended to take revenge on the Song Family through me from the moment you married me?"
"Song Qiao." The man’s face turned incredibly sour, and he forcefully turned her body to face him, cutting her off, his voice low and tinged with anger, "I married you because you got yourself tangled up with me first. I acknowledge that when I married you initially there were indeed many thoughts in my mind, but have I ever laid a finger on you? Can’t you be reasonable?"
At the beginning, Lu Jingchen indeed married her with an ulterior motive, but then slowly those motives changed, to the point that he didn’t even understand what he was actually doing anymore, getting married and holding a wedding with Song Qiao were all thoughts that came to him later.
Perhaps for him, it was true love for Song Qiao that made him do so much, even making choices that surprised everyone.
Song Qiao looked up at him, her emotions suddenly stabilizing, and then she spoke, "Lu Jingchen, I want some peace, can you let me be alone for a while?"
The man’s complexion was not good, but he didn’t continue to pressure her here; they both needed to think things through. Besides, their wedding wasn’t over yet, and it was unclear how things were being handled there. Although Lu Tianming and Xu Qian were there and there shouldn’t be any problems, such a big incident had occurred, and it wouldn’t be good for him to just disappear.
He grunted in agreement and stood up, "Rest well at home, I’ll take care of these matters."
Before leaving, he thought for a moment, then continued to look at her and said, "Song Qiao, I truly do love you now. We’re married now, those past things don’t concern you, so don’t think about divorce, and even less about leaving."
It wasn’t until Lu Jingchen had left and the sound of the car engine was heard outside that Song Qiao suddenly seemed to lose all her strength, collapsing weakly onto the bed and slowly curling her body up.
She could see the tenderness and kindness Lu Jingchen had shown her during this period, and although she didn’t know if the man really had fallen in love with her, one could tell he liked her.
And she... had she not also fallen in love with this man?
Suddenly learning so much, she was the most shocked of all. To put it nicely, she was now Lu Jingchen’s wife; to put it plainly, she was the daughter of the killers who had murdered Lu Jingchen’s adoptive parents.
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There weren’t many people attending the wedding, which comprised individuals from their circle, and given the Lu Family’s status in An City, even with this revelation, people dared only to whisper behind their backs. With Lu Tianming stepping in, everyone stayed for a meal before leaving.
Ning Wan, being the bridesmaid from the previous night, naturally stayed to help manage the guests. Thus, by the time everything was nearly sorted out, it was already six in the evening. While Lu Jingchen was still at the hotel dealing with some follow-ups, Ning Wan, not minding the matter, sneaked away with Mu Shinian to go and find Song Qiao at the villa.