Two suspicious blushes suddenly crept onto Song Qiao’s cheeks upon hearing the man’s candid confession and response, which were absolutely different from what she had imagined.
During this period of returning ho, she had noticed the man’s feelings and attitude toward her in her interactions with Lu Jingchen, and precisely because she had noticed, she had gradually begun to let go of her inner worries and previous unhappiness.
Upon hearing Lu Jingchen’s words once more, she even started to wonder if she should tell him about Huanhuan.
Seeing Song Qiao not speaking but rather in a dazed manner, Lu Jingchen couldn’t help but lift his hand to pinch her cheek, gently asking, "What are you thinking about?"
Song Qiao ca back to her senses, looked at the man, and smiled, "Nothing."
The man’s deep, dark eyes were fixed on her but he rely responded with a soft "hmm" before lifting his wrist to check his watch, saying, "It’s half an hour to get off work. Let’s go pick up Wangshu..."
Lu Wangshu had already been sent to kindergarten by Lu Jingchen earlier, but this ti the little rascal hadn’t gone to kindergarten. Although he had taken a leave today, he received a call from his mother saying she had brought him to the Lu Family Mansion.
Lu Jingchen didn’t say much about his mother occasionally taking his son to the Lu Family Mansion and mostly turned a blind eye.
Song Qiao was a bit startled upon hearing they were going to pick up their son, then asked, "Wangshu isn’t at ho?"
Lu Jingchen "hmm"ed and explained, "Mom took him to the mansion. We’re heading over to get him now..."
Just hearing the ntion of the mansion, Song Qiao montarily stiffened.
Lu Jingchen looked down at her, knowing without needing to ask what Song Qiao was worried about and afraid of.
Nothing more than her father—Lu Tianming.
Over the years, even though Song Qiao had given birth to Wangshu, her father never ntioned Song Qiao, but rather persistently tried to match him with Tan Shuya.
Lu Jingchen naturally found his father’s behavior extrely... impatient, and since Lu Tianming forced Song Qiao away, he began to feel disappointed in his father.
Looking at Song Qiao in his embrace, his eyes were still filled with tenderness. He gently ruffled her hair and said, "Qiaoqiao, I hope this ti, no matter what others say, don’t leave easily. You just need to trust that I love you, got it?"
His biggest fear was Song Qiao retreating again and leaving.
Honestly, if Song Qiao really planned to leave, he genuinely had no ans to keep her by his side forever.
What he needed, was simply her standing alongside him, not excessively caring about what others said, to let him handle any trouble they encountered.
Song Qiao looked at Lu Jingchen but didn’t imdiately answer, instead pursing her lips and looking away.
Seeing Song Qiao clearly avoiding the issue, Lu Jingchen found it both frustrating and amusing; he really wanted to clean up her act but couldn’t bring himself to do it.
...
When Lu Jingchen, with Song Qiao, returned to the Lu Family Mansion, it was already past six in the afternoon.
Song Qiao originally didn’t want to co, but thinking about not having seen her son all day, she decided to co along with Lu Jingchen.
The car drove straight into the mansion, quickly stopping in front of the grand villa; as soon as the car stopped, soone ca to help by opening the car door. Lu Jingchen was the first to get out of the car, then he walked to the passenger seat to open the car door for Song Qiao.
When the butler saw Song Qiao, he was completely stunned, not expecting her to have returned to the country.
Even more surprising was the fact that the young master had brought Song Qiao back.
If the master found out, who knows what might happen.
When he ca back to his senses, the butler quickly stepped forward and respectfully greeted, "Young Master, Miss Song..."
Lu Jingchen looked at the butler, correcting him, "Call her Young Mistress, not Miss Song!"
The butler’s expression froze, instinctively looking at Song Qiao, then at Lu Jingchen, unsure whether he should comply.
Song Qiao’s heart skipped a beat, lifting her eyes to look at Lu Jingchen, tugging on his sleeve, saying, "Lu Jingchen, what are you doing?"
Though she and Lu Jingchen hadn’t actually divorced, five years ago when she left, most people assud they had.
Moreover, Lu Tianming didn’t like her, and the butler is one of Lu Tianming’s people; how did Lu Jingchen expect them to react?
Probably with increasing dissatisfaction with her.
Though she wouldn’t care much, thinking about her son’s presence, she felt she had to strive for it at tis.
Lu Jingchen looked down at Song Qiao in front of him, his thin lips tightly pursed, with a determination to have the butler correct his address of her.
Under the pressure of Lu Jingchen’s gaze, the butler finally respectfully called Song Qiao, "Young Mistress."
Song Qiao, "..."
She looked at Lu Jingchen in front of her with a slight dissatisfaction, murmuring, "Why force him?"
Though Song Qiao spoke softly, Lu Jingchen still heard her, and he held her hand sincerely saying, "Because, in my heart, there’s only one Young Madam Lu, and that’s you!"
Song Qiao was looking at Lu Jingchen in front of her, almost unable to move her gaze away, captivated by his deep, bottomless dark eyes.
"Daddy... Mommy..." Just then, a small figure ran out directly from the villa, heading straight towards Lu Jingchen and Song Qiao.
Upon hearing her son’s voice, Song Qiao turned around quickly, following the sound to see the little fellow running towards them with his little short legs.
Behind the little fellow was Xu Qian.
Seeing Song Qiao, Xu Qian was also a bit flustered, not expecting her son to bring Song Qiao along, thinking about the woman in the living room, she suddenly felt utterly complex.
What is going on?
Today, Tan Shuya was also there.
Xu Qian quickly walked towards Song Qiao and Lu Jingchen with a slightly stiff smile but still normal, quietly saying to her son, "Jingchen, Mom just forgot to tell you, Tan Shuya also ca to the mansion today. She’s in the living room right now..."
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