She always knew that Chu Munan was a very attentive man, but she didn’t expect him to be so meticulous, to the point of going out to buy her favorite pickled plums for her.
Song Qiao’s eyes were sparkling, and a smile spread across her face, which seemed to have brightened her mood considerably, giving one the impression that she was easily satisfied.
Chu Munan, watching Song Qiao’s smiling face, was momentarily dazzled, as if it were the first time he had seen such a smile on her face.
Song Qiao took out the bottle directly and found that it had already been opened, not requiring any effort to unscrew the cap. She looked up at Chu Munan and just happened to catch him staring at her in a daze. She paused for a moment and then waved her hand in front of his face, laughing and asking, "Why are you staring at me? Are you using me to think about some other woman?"
Chu Munan immediately snapped back to reality, feeling a bit embarrassed, but he hid his emotions very well. He touched his nose and then raised his eyebrows in a faint smile, "How did you guess I was thinking about another woman by looking at you?"
Song Qiao took a pickled plum from the bottle and put it in her mouth. She was not sure if Chu Munan had done it on purpose, but these pickled plums were really quite sour. They made her involuntarily squint her eyes, but after eating them, she felt much better in terms of appetite and nausea, and her mood had also improved a lot.
After regaining her composure with a smile still on her face, she narrowed her eyes at Chu Munan and said, "I was just taking a wild guess. I didn’t expect to be actually right."
Chu Munan, seeing her bright, childlike smile, couldn’t help but reach out and ruffle her hair, asking, "Do they taste good?"
Song Qiao nodded almost reflexively, the sour and refreshing taste felt very pleasant. She shook the bottle of pickled plums in her hand and said, "I didn’t realize how delicious these pickled plums were before. I wonder if they sell them abroad."
Right now, she was more focused on enjoying her pickled plums, so she momentarily forgot how intimate Chu Munan’s gesture was and just looked down, studying the bottle to see what brand it was.
However, neither of them noticed that, at that very moment, outside the departure gate, a pale-faced Lu Jingchen, supported by Assistant Xue, was looking at the two inside the departure lounge with an extremely gloomy expression, a chill emanating from him that made people shiver involuntarily. Read complete versıon only at 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⁂𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⁂𝘯𝘦𝘵
Assistant Xue stood beside Lu Jingchen, wanting to step a few paces away from his boss but daring not to do so.
The temperature at the airport was already a bit low. He felt a bit hot wearing a coat before, but now, suddenly, he felt cold.
Inside the departure lounge, the so-called ’cheerful laughter’ could still be heard, and the man’s face grew even uglier. Assistant Xue couldn’t be sure what his boss was thinking at the moment, but without having to rack his brain, he could understand that his boss’s mood must be very bad.
After all, seeing one’s wife being so close with another man, who wouldn’t feel terrible?
Assistant Xue had always wanted to speak, but he didn’t know what to say. Just as he was organizing his words, he heard Lu Jingchen say, "Let’s go back."
Assistant Xue was taken aback, his eyes widened in surprise as he turned to look at his boss, only to see the latter closing his eyes, appearing to be relaxed. For a moment, Assistant Xue didn’t know what to say.
Still, he took one last glance at Song Qiao and Chu Munan inside the departure lounge and silently helped Lu Jingchen walk out of the airport.
However, after helping Lu Jingchen out, Assistant Xue didn’t leave immediately but instead sat in the car outside the airport.
After all the commotion, Lu Jingchen’s complexion didn’t look very good, and he was quite pale, even his lips starting to lose color.
Assistant Xue sat in the driver’s seat, with his gaze occasionally falling on Lu Jingchen in the back seat, his mind filled with questions he wanted to ask, yet he didn’t voice any of them.
Firstly, because he didn’t dare to—after all, it was his boss. If his boss wasn’t pleased, he might dock his pay, or worse, fire him on a whim.
After a moment’s pause, Lu Jingchen glanced at Assistant Xue in the driver’s seat and spoke directly, "If you have any questions, just ask them."