Director Qian was flattered and said with a smile, "Mrs. Lu, you overpraise me. But I’ve long been familiar with your name, and meeting you in person today, I find you’re even more beautiful than in the news, and a perfect match for President Lu."
Song Qiao had always remained out of the public eye. Aside from the news of their marriage being exposed and being photographed in a jewelry store picking out rings, almost no one knew who the young mistress of the Lu Family was.
In the circle, the news that Lu Jingchen would be holding a wedding on the fifteenth had already caused an uproar some time ago.
Yuqing, who had previously been revealed as Lu Jingchen’s first love, was thrust into the spotlight for a few days. Many thought she would be the Lu Family’s young mistress, but who could have expected it to be Song Qiao?
Song Qiao previously had no fame at all. Although she was the eldest daughter of the Song Family and managed one or two popular artists, she wasn’t part of the media circle, nor had the Lu Family exposed her, so not many people knew her.
Song Qiao smiled gently and spoke with poise, "Thank you for the compliment."
The oppressive aura Lu Jingchen had disappeared instantly because of Director Qian’s words. He visibly relaxed, and his expression softened as he held Song Qiao’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.
Finding the man’s behavior childish, Song Qiao wanted to withdraw her hand, but he only held it tighter.
Zuo Yuqing’s gaze lingered on Lu Jingchen and Song Qiao, and she sipped the tea the waiter had brought without showing any change in expression, though only she knew the slight discomfort inside her.
She had said she would forget Lu Jingchen and no longer dream of taking Song Qiao’s place beside him, but every time she saw the loving scene of Lu Jingchen and Song Qiao together, the ache in her heart was inevitable.
Finally putting down the tea cup as if finding a reason to speak, Zuo Yuqing fixed her gaze on Lu Jingchen, smiled slightly, and said, "President Lu, how is your health now? You were injured before, have you recovered?"
Perhaps aware the setting was inappropriate, Zuo Yuqing refrained from calling Lu Jingchen ’Jingchen,’ as she sensed some shifts in the people around when she spoke just now.
Being a public figure, she often had to be mindful of her words and actions.
Song Qiao’s gaze fleetingly fell on Zuo Yuqing. Seeing her smiling sweetly, she said nothing, silently picked up the milk the waiter had just brought, took a small sip, and couldn’t help but furrow her brows.
Even though she had been drinking it for more than half a year, she still didn’t particularly like it. She had always preferred sweet or sweet-and-sour drinks. Being forced to drink this flavorless milk with a strange taste was quite displeasing.
Moreover, for some reason, the milk here tasted different from the one she drank at home, which was at least acceptable. This one, however, was not enjoyable at all.
"Nothing wrong now." The man maintained an unchanged expression, responding casually to Zuo Yuqing, then seemed to notice Song Qiao’s discomfort. He turned to her, took a tissue, and gently wiped the milk from the corner of her mouth. With a slight raise of his eyebrows, he asked warmly, "What’s wrong? At home, you seem fine drinking milk, but now you look like you dislike it?"
Song Qiao placed the milk glass back on the table with a look of disdain and said, "This one tastes terrible."
"Really?" The man seemed skeptical, picked up her half-drunk glass, took a sip himself, but showed no change in expression, "It’s the same."
Song Qiao, "..." This was my glass.
Doesn’t he care about germs?
And if you’re going to show affection, could you be mindful of the occasion?
Lu Jingchen handed the milk back to her, saying, "Finish it, or should I order you another?"
Song Qiao, speechless, took it back with a wary look, about to drink it but paused to look at him. She nodded toward the milk in front of him, "You finish yours first, and then I’ll finish this."
Lu Jingchen responded with an "Mm," apparently unbothered, and drank his milk in one go. "Alright, your turn."