The bedroom was filled with such quietness that even the sounds from outside could be heard, and Lu Jingchen lay on the bed without any reaction, not even a slight movement.
Unsure of the time in the middle of the night, it slowly began to snow in An City, with snowflakes drifting from the sky. In just a few hours, the bedroom balcony was already covered with white snow.
The next morning, the man had already walked out of the bedroom, dressed in a suit with a black coat over it, and his face was expressionless, even radiating a chilling air that deterred anyone from approaching.
Because Chen Ma knew that Lu Jingchen got up very early every day, and this had been his routine ever since his wife left.
Therefore, she would always get up an hour earlier than before just to prepare breakfast, ensuring that the gentleman could have something to eat before leaving.
Although over the past half-year, the number of times the gentleman had breakfast at home could be counted on one hand.
Not to mention breakfast, even dinner was the same, and he never had lunch at the villa.
Seeing Lu Jingchen coming down, Chen Ma immediately went to greet him and said, "Sir, I have prepared breakfast already, please have it before you leave."
Lu Jingchen had gone straight to bed after getting drunk last night, and despite having sobering tea, he still felt a bit of a headache now. Hearing Chen Ma’s words, he paused in his steps, his gaze falling on her and after about ten seconds of silence, he said, "No need, you guys eat."
Having said that, he headed straight for the door with large strides.
Chen Ma knew this would be his response, promptly called a servant to bring a thermal container, and hurriedly followed him, anxiously saying, "Sir, it’s not good for your health to skip breakfast. I have already packed it in a thermal container, maybe you can eat it on the way."
Lu Jingchen stopped and looked down at the thermal container in Chen Ma’s hands, which seemed very familiar. After pondering for a moment, he remembered that it was bought by Song Qiao from the supermarket and used to bring him lunch at the office.
After hesitating for a moment, Lu Jingchen simply grunted, took the thermal container from Chen Ma’s hands, and then left the villa.
Outside the villa, it was already a world of icy splendor with snowflakes continuously falling from the sky. Assistant Xue had not yet arrived, Lu Jingchen had just received a call from Assistant Xue saying that due to the snow, he would be there in ten minutes.
The reason he came out so early, instead of staying inside the villa, was that whenever he calmed down, even just sitting there, he couldn’t settle down as the memories with Song Qiao would surge back into his mind.
Standing outside the villa, Lu Jingchen reached out to catch a snowflake, but as it landed on his hand, it quickly melted due to the warmth of his hand.
He didn’t know where Song Qiao was, and even more, whether it was snowing where she was as it was in An City.
When Song Qiao arrived in Paris, it was still summer, and now that it was winter in An City, Paris was also just entering the winter season.
Now, Song Qiao’s belly was already so large it was impossible not to worry when seen; after all, she was carrying twins, and her belly was even bigger than those about to give birth, and it appeared to others as if the lives inside were about to burst through.
Half-lying on the tatami in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, Song Qiao held a fruit plate filled with grapes. As winter had descended upon Paris, there were naturally no grapes for sale, and these grapes, as well as some other fruits stored in the kitchen cabinet, were all brought from elsewhere by Chu Munan. Fresh chapters posted on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵※𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮※𝓷𝓮𝓽
After becoming pregnant, especially as the two lives inside her became increasingly distinct, her appetite grew larger yet picker, and her temper rose as well, even causing more headaches than Chu Munan and Mu Shinian had imagined.
"Madam," the voice of an auntie came from behind, and Song Qiao turned to see the maid approaching with a blanket, carefully draping it over her and smiling as she said, "The winter in Paris is quite cold, you need to keep the blanket on, otherwise getting sick won’t be good for the children."