After Assistant Xue left, the office was once again occupied only by Lu Jingchen.
On the desk was a photo fra, and the person in the photo wasn’t anyone else, but Song Qiao.
This photo was taken five years ago and had remained on his desk, unmoved.
His distinct fingers lightly stroked the photo on the desk, and his face, initially indifferent to the point of having no emotion, suddenly softened considerably.
No matter how much Song Qiao wanted to leave him, how determined she was to divorce, he would never let go of her hand.
He could silently solve those troubles for her from behind.
While he was staring at Song Qiao’s photo in a daze, the phone in the drawer rang. Lu Jingchen imdiately snapped back to reality, took the phone out of the drawer, and glanced at the caller ID—it was a call from the villa.
The man subconsciously frowned. Generally, if there was nothing urgent, the aunt wouldn’t call, especially not at this ti, unless it was sothing about Lu Wangshu...
Thinking this way, Lu Jingchen imdiately swiped the answer button and placed it to his ear, directly saying hello.
On the other end, Aunt Chen spoke directly, "Sir, the young master is not at ho. I just called the old lady, and she said the young master was supposed to wait at ho for to return from grocery shopping, but I searched the entire villa and couldn’t find the young master. I asked the security at the gate, and they said the young master went out alone, sir... I can’t find the young master now..."
Lu Jingchen imdiately stood up, his face turning extrely somber, his tone beginning to reveal a hint of panic, "Are you saying... Wangshu is missing?"
"..."
Aunt Chen on the other end honestly confird that Lu Wangshu was indeed missing. Lu Jingchen imdiately put down his work and arranged for his subordinates to look for Lu Wangshu.
At this very mont, Lu Wangshu, who was at Ji Sifan’s place, was unaware of how his willful solo search for Song Qiao caused Lu Jingchen such worry and fear.
Assistant Xue, upon receiving Lu Jingchen’s call with instructions, imdiately put down his work and left the office. As soon as he stepped out, he saw Lu Jingchen walking briskly toward the elevator, and he quickly followed, "President..."
Lu Jingchen’s expression was unsightly, his face almost seed to be dripping with water, holding a phone in one hand and keys in the other, "Imdiately instruct soone to check the surveillance around the villa area. You have half an hour to find Lu Wangshu."
Assistant Xue was taken aback and instinctively asked, "The young master is missing?"
As he reached the elevator, Assistant Xue promptly stepped forward to press the button, the elevator doors opened, and Lu Jingchen strode inside with Assistant Xue quickly following behind.
Lu Jingchen directly pressed the button for the underground parking lot, his thin lips parting slightly as he spoke to Assistant Xue, "Ensure to check the taxis entering and leaving the villa area and places like McDonald’s."
Assistant Xue noted everything down, "Okay, President."
Lu Jingchen glanced at his phone, his gaze deep, swiping to unlock it before opening his contacts.
When the elevator reached the basent level one, Assistant Xue exited first to prepare the car, while Lu Jingchen stared at his phone. It was only as the elevator door was about to close again that he stepped out.
There was sothing flashing in his mind, but he couldn’t grasp it at that mont.
...
In a certain Chinese restaurant in the city center, Song Qiao directly booked a private room, as it wasn’t just her dining, but also Ning Wan and Gu Xiyan, the big celebrity.
When they first entered, there was almost a commotion because soone recognized Gu Xiyan. However, Gu Xiyan mischievously denied it herself, and fortunately, those few young girls genuinely believed it and thought she rely resembled the big star, so no uproar ensued.
Song Qiao had brought Gu Xiyan to this restaurant a few tis after returning to An City, and she quite liked the environnt here. The service staff, upon eting Gu Xiyan for the first ti, were delighted and imdiately asked for autographs and photos.
After coming two or three tis, they cald down.
Ning Wan, while eating twice-cooked pork, couldn’t help but click her tongue, "The food here is quite good. How did I not know there was a Chinese restaurant here before..."
Song Qiao quietly poured a glass of lemon water into the cup beside her, a faint smile on her face, and said, "If you like it, I’ll bring you again tomorrow."
Ning Wan paused, holding a piece of at with her chopsticks, and as she stopped, she couldn’t help but habitually nibble on her chopsticks.
Her gaze landed on Song Qiao across from her, and after a mont’s hesitation, she spoke directly, "Qiaoqiao, I might have to leave An City tonight..."
Song Qiao’s expression changed imdiately, "Wanwan, weren’t you planning to stay in An City this ti? Why... do you have to leave?"
Ning Wan poked at the rice in her bowl with her chopsticks, looking up at Song Qiao, trying her best to reveal a faint smile, "Qiaoqiao, I’m sorry... Actually, I ca back this ti because I knew you were back in An City and wanted to say goodbye. But don’t worry, even if I leave, I won’t lose touch with you like before. With transportation so convenient now, we can still call and video chat every day."
Song Qiao already sensed the deeper aning in Ning Wan’s words, her heart instantly tensing up, "Wanwan, where are you planning to go..."
Ning Wan, "I might go to the mountains to be a teacher." After a pause, she explained, "Actually, since I was a child, I’ve always dread of being a teacher. I t a girl in G City who is now teaching in the mountains. I visited there once and found it quite nice."
Although the conditions there were extrely harsh, even often lacking signal.
After finishing, Ning Wan lowered her gaze to her bowl of rice, unbeknownst to anyone, a trace of loneliness appeared in her eyes.
Song Qiao was genuinely shocked by Ning Wan’s words, unable to respond for quite a while, simply staring blankly at the woman in front of her.
Gu Xiyan, beside her, also looked rather stunned at Ning Wan. She felt Ning Wan was not suited for those mountain areas at all... She couldn’t understand why Ning Wan had this idea.
After about a minute of silence in the private room, Song Qiao asked in a hoarse voice, "Wanwan, is it because of Xi Mohan?"
Ning Wan’s body stiffened, speaking without a second thought, "It has nothing to do with him."
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