The girl was crying incredibly sadly, tears spilling from her eyes like pearls slipping off a broken string, rolling down her cheeks and falling at her feet, scattering on the polished floor of the elevator. Perhaps feeling that her crying was too wretched, Murong Rui sat down on the elevator floor without regard for her image and buried her head in her knees, sobbing ceaselessly.
Upon hearing Murong Rui’s words, Lu Jingchen’s hand unconsciously clenched into a fist, as though he was struggling to suppress some emotion. His mind also flashed back to yesterday when Song Qiao had cried just as sadly, as if her world had collapsed in an instant.
The elevator reached the underground parking lot on B1 without them noticing, and the man finally gave in to his compassion. He bent down and picked her up, his handsome face still wearing that dark and collected expression, but his voice had already lost its prior indifference, "Weren’t we going to have dinner? If you keep crying, I’ll send you straight back to the Mu Mansion."
Upon hearing this, Murong Rui immediately tried to stifle her cries, but she still sobbed in a pitiful way, clutching tightly at the man’s shirt.
Lu Jingchen looked down at Murong Rui in his arms. When Murong Rui’s parents had died, she was not even ten years old, and she had cried as though the sky was falling.
Back then, he had also carried her in the same way, but Murong Rui was now a grown woman, no longer the little girl she once was, and he felt somewhat unaccustomed to holding her.
There weren’t many people in the parking lot at the moment; at most some employees out discussing contracts or doing business. When they saw Lu Jingchen carrying Murong Rui out of the elevator, they all froze, too scared to move.
At the same time, a question popped into everyone’s mind... What’s going on here?
Lu Jingchen’s reserved parking space was still somewhat far away, and many people saw them along the way.
After returning to her room and changing into house clothes, Song Qiao thought of going to the kitchen to help Aunt Zhang prepare dinner. Mu Shinian had also returned from school, and accompanying him was Lu Yulin.
It was unclear if Lu Yulin was too mature and understood everything, but when he saw Chu Munan, who seemed to be no less impressive than Lu Jingchen, at the Mu Mansion, he immediately sensed a potential rival stealing their uncle’s wife. So he looked at Chu Munan with hostility in his eyes.
Aunt Zhang naturally did not want Song Qiao to lift a finger, so she brought out watermelon and other fruits, asking Song Qiao to prepare two fruit platters before closing the kitchen door to prepare dinner with another skilled domestic helper.
Song Qiao, who was left standing outside the now closed kitchen door, was speechless, but she didn’t say much. Instead, she carried the fruit platters towards the living room.
Elder Mu was still playing chess with Elder Chu, while Mu Shinian, Lu Yulin, and Chu Munan were watching a popular European and American sci-fi film. As if sensing something, before Song Qiao could approach, Chu Munan had already turned to look at her. Seeing that she was carrying two fruit platters, he quickly stood up and walked over, his deep voice carrying a warm smile, "Let me help you with one and bring it to your grandfather and my grandpa."
Having been holding the platters for some time, Song Qiao was naturally not about to refuse. She pulled the corners of her mouth into a smile, "Thanks."
Chu Munan looked at her and sighed silently before speaking, "Just for helping you with a fruit platter you’re thanking me? Do we really need to be so formal? If we’re that distant, then for that time you saved my life, should I give my life back to you?"
As he said this, a sly smile spread across the man’s face, and he suddenly leaned closer to her, "Or, how about I offer myself to you as a reward for saving me?"
The sudden proximity startled Song Qiao, causing her to step back, especially after hearing what the man had just said. Her eyes widened in shock, "Chu... Chu Munan, are you out of your mind? I’m already a married woman..."
Chu Munan straightened up, his face still carrying a light smile, but the mirth in his eyes deepened, "I know you’re a married woman. Didn’t I know that the first time I met you?"
With her hands tightly holding the fruit platter, Song Qiao’s rosy lips moved slightly before she finally voiced a question she had long wanted to ask, "Do you have a grudge against Lu Jingchen?"
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After sizing him up, Song Qiao spoke in a calm tone, continuing, "Otherwise, why are you always stealing his women? If I remember correctly, Zuo Yuqing was also Lu Jingchen’s woman before, and now I’m his wife—we still have the marriage certificate. If that’s not the case, why would you approach me and Zuo Yuqing?"
She had only met Chu Munan twice, and this was now the third time. Hearing what Chu Munan had just said, it was impossible not to have suspicions.
——Feeling a little unwell, I can’t concentrate on writing, so the update will be postponed for now. Beauties, do you have a monthly pass? Could you spare one?