"I will be on a business trip for a week. When I’m back, if there’s anything, just call me. My phone is on 24 hours..." Fresh chapters posted on novel•fire.net
Until she hung up the phone, Song Qiao could feel her face burning like a fever, so red she didn’t even need a mirror to tell.
But when she looked at the incessant messages popping up on her phone, she was momentarily stunned. Her delicate and fair fingers started scrolling through, unable to help but gasp.
All thirty-something messages were notifications of Lu Jingchen’s calls while her phone was switched off.
On the plane, as the sweet and polite voice of the flight attendant sounded, Lu Jingchen hung up the call directly.
Next to him, Gu Xicheng looked astonished at Lu Jingchen who had started to smile faintly without notice. After Lu Jingchen turned off his phone, he spoke up, "Jingchen, did you marry Song Qiao because of the Song Family, or for personal reasons?"
Lu Jingchen, buckling his seatbelt, glanced at him indifferently, his eyes deep and inscrutable as he scoffed dismissively, "Does it make any difference?"
"Actually, Song Qiao is quite pitiable. Compared to her, Song Xi is more important to that old man of the Song Family. If you married for the sake of the Song Family, your choice of partner should have been different."
Without him even mentioning it, most people already know Song Qiao’s standing in the Song Family. In the Song Family, Song Qiao is just someone with the nominal title of a lady of the family.
If it hadn’t been for their investigation back then, who would have thought that the old fox of the Song Family could treat his biological daughter born to his legal wife like that?
Indeed, like father, like son. Some people are just detestable by nature, born to make others reluctant to show mercy.
The man curled his lips into a smile, slightly squinting his eyes as he picked up a magazine to browse. While he did not outright deny Gu Xicheng’s words, his thinly parted lips uttered softly, his tone neither warm nor severe, implying a different meaning, "Xicheng, compared to Musen, you always fall one step behind. Do you know why?"
"Because Musen always thinks in a simpler and more direct way, unlike you, who tend to overthink and hesitate." Saying this, Lu Jingchen scoffed again, looking somewhat disdainfully at Gu Xicheng, "And you call yourself a lawyer!"
Gu Xicheng felt quite innocent, feeling as if he had been unfairly targeted. Damn it, was he not considering the bigger picture here?
When Ning Wan returned, Song Qiao had already made a big table full of dishes.
Sitting at the dining table, facing the flavorful and appetizing dishes, Ning Wan almost drooled right away, reaching to take a dish to taste. She then asked Song Qiao, "Qiaoqiao, what’s the occasion today? You’ve made so many dishes!"
Song Qiao served Ning Wan a bowl of soup. Hearing her question, she paused a moment. Her slender and fair fingers held the ceramic bowl they had carefully selected together.
Her hands were incredibly beautiful - delicate, fair, and very soft, simply pleasant to the eye.
Placing the bowl in front of Ning Wan, Song Qiao slightly organized her thoughts, pondered for a moment, and finally decided to tell Ning Wan about her and Lu Jingchen.
"Wanwan, I got my certificate!"
Ning Wan lifted the bowl and took a sip of the delicious soup, involuntarily marveling at Song Qiao’s cooking skills - truly a catch for whoever marries her. Hearing her words and not taking them seriously, she lowered her head to take another sip before responding, "What certificate? Did you pass an exam?"