Song Xi found it somewhat odd to see the two men enter together. She glanced at Lu Jingchen, then Chu Munan, before finally addressing them directly, "Brother-in-law, Mr. Chu."
Chu Munan grunted in acknowledgement, his long legs clad in a suit striding into the room. After a few steps, he seemed to recall something and stopped, turning to look back at Lu Jingchen and spoke indifferently, "Didn’t Mr. Lu say you had something to discuss? Are you not going to speak now?"
Song Qiao was still sitting on the couch, but her gaze had already shifted away from the two men, returning to the cup in her hands without speaking. On the surface, she seemed calm, but inside, her heart was already a chaotic mess.
She didn’t know why Chu Munan allowed Lu Jingchen to come in, even less so what agreement they had reached between them, and what exactly Lu Jingchen intended to do next?
Her mind was filled with all sorts of possibilities, even directly jumping to the thought: what if Chu Munan had told Lu Jingchen about her pregnancy? She felt that the man’s gaze on her carried an incredibly invasive intensity, as if, were it not for the presence of others here, he might have already pushed her down.
The moment this thought surfaced, the hand holding the cup unconsciously tightened its grip, and her nervous emotions could hardly be concealed.
Lu Jingchen’s eyes landed on Song Qiao, who kept her head down the entire time. His deep eyes shimmered with an unusual light.
Even without looking up, Song Qiao could feel the man’s intensely hot gaze on her, causing her to become stiff all over. In the spacious presidential suite, there was suddenly an eerie silence as no one spoke.
Song Xi stood beside Song Qiao, glanced at Lu Jingchen in front of her, then turned to look at her sister. She suddenly felt the atmosphere tense, and even her limbs didn’t know where to rest properly.
Chu Munan glanced at Song Qiao and then at Lu Jingchen, his face revealing a mocking smile. He swiftly walked over to Song Xi, grabbed her hand, and bluntly said, "Come outside with me for a moment."
Song Xi blinked in surprise, not having enough time to react before Chu Munan was already pulling her towards the door. By the time she fully recovered, she was dragged out of the presidential suite, with the door closed behind her.
Blinking her spirited big eyes, Song Xi’s gaze fell on the hand that the man was holding. For no clear reason, she felt a tingling sensation spreading from the bottom of her heart throughout her body, even a strange throbbing emerging in her mind, and a suspicious blush crept over her ears.
It wasn’t that she hadn’t had a boyfriend before, but they had broken up over a small misunderstanding.
Aside from the boy she had dated and her father, she had never held hands with any other man so intimately.
However, Chu Munan did not notice Song Xi’s unusual behavior and kept walking with her to the elevator. As soon as they reached it, he let go of her hand and said indifferently, "I’ll arrange for someone to take you back."
The unexpected release of her hand by the man filled Song Xi with an inexplicable sense of loss.
Hearing his words, she promptly snapped back to reality, hiding her inner sense of loss. Looking up at the man in front of her, and remembering Song Qiao was still in the presidential suite and unsure of their current situation, she quickly said, "But my sister and my brother-in-law..."
"They will handle their own matters, and with me here, nothing will happen to your sister." Chu Munan cut her off before she could finish.
The man’s face no longer bore that extremely gentle smile. Perhaps as soon as they left the presidential suite and Song Qiao’s line of sight, his smile had completely faded, and he was now utterly expressionless. This update ıs available on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵·𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮·𝓷𝓮𝓽
All of a sudden, Song Xi found herself at a loss for words, eventually just nodding her head. When the elevator arrived, she stepped in.
Chu Munan followed her into the elevator, took out his phone, and dialed a number to instruct the driver to take Song Xi back.