Song Qiao stared at her with a determined look. Although Ning Wan’s tone was unshakably firm, Song Qiao could sense a struggle within it.
That tone made Song Qiao even more certain that sothing must have happened between Ning Wan and Xi Mohan that she was completely unaware of.
Unable to control her inner curiosity and just about to ask, her phone suddenly rang, making her pause. She picked up the phone and saw it was a call from Lu Jingchen. Her eyebrows furrowed instinctively, evidently unsure why Lu Jingchen was calling her.
She hesitated for a mont, and just as the call was about to end without her answering, she picked up the phone and pressed the answer button, bringing it to her ear, "Hello..."
Soon, Lu Jingchen’s deep voice, tinged with a bit of hoarseness, ca through, "Song Qiao, is Wangshu with you?"
Upon hearing Lu Jingchen’s words, Song Qiao instinctively responded, "Why would he be here with ... Wait, has sothing happened to Wangshu?"
Lu Jingchen fell silent on the other end, not imdiately replying to her.
Though Lu Jingchen didn’t answer, Song Qiao had already guessed a few things. If sothing hadn’t happened to Lu Wangshu, why would Lu Jingchen call and ask if Wangshu was with her?
Without even needing Lu Jingchen’s response, she was already certain that sothing must have happened to Lu Wangshu.
"Qiaoqiao, did sothing happen?" Ning Wan, as Song Qiao’s close friend, imdiately noticed her unusual behavior and asked.
Song Qiao’s face didn’t look good, almost drained of color. It wasn’t until after she hung up the phone that she looked at Ning Wan, her voice carrying a hint of panic, "Sorry Wanwan, sothing happened to Wangshu. I must go find him now..."
Song Qiao had always felt she owed her son a lot. After all, if she hadn’t stubbornly sent him to live with Lu Jingchen, Lu Wangshu wouldn’t have spent these five years without a mother.
Ever since she started seeing her son again, she noticed the child’s growing dependence on her. Yet now, she still planned on divorcing Lu Jingchen without considering Wangshu’s situation.
Ning Wan was stunned upon hearing Song Qiao’s words, and Gu Xiyan beside her was equally surprised by what transpired.
Ning Wan was the first to react, placing her chopsticks down and standing up to speak to Song Qiao, "Qiaoqiao, calm down..."
However, Song Qiao was too anxious to listen to a single word, picking up her coat from the side and heading straight for the door.
They had arrived in a nanny car arranged for Gu Xiyan by the company, but Song Qiao flagged down a taxi to leave the restaurant, leaving the nanny car for Gu Xiyan.
By the ti Song Qiao and Gu Xiyan rushed outside, Song Qiao was already in the taxi, and they could only catch sight of the taxi’s rear.
"Wanwan Sister... What’s wrong with Qiao Sister?"
Although Gu Xiyan was also from Z country, she wasn’t very fluent in Mandarin, having grown up in Paris. She only understood a part of Song Qiao’s words, missing much of the aning.
Ning Wan watched the direction where the taxi had left, her eyebrows furrowing from the mont Song Qiao left. Upon hearing Gu Xiyan’s words, she turned to look at her and said, "Your Qiao Sister has so things to deal with. You should go back for now."
Gu Xiyan instinctively turned to look at her assistant, who was just about to speak when she received a signaling look from Ning Wan, instructing her not to tell Gu Xiyan.
The assistant was montarily puzzled, not understanding Ning Wan’s intention on why Xiyan shouldn’t be told, but soon her mind pieced together the deeper aning behind this approach.
Ning Wan withdrew her gaze from the assistant and turned to Gu Xiyan, saying, "Qiaoqiao has gone back. Miss Gu, you should head back as well. I have things to attend to, so I’ll be leaving now."
Without waiting for Gu Xiyan and her assistant to respond, Ning Wan turned and prepared to leave.
However, just then, a white sports car suddenly sped past her. Within seconds, it abruptly braked, with the screeching sound resonating loudly.
Everyone’s gaze imdiately shifted to the spot where the sports car stopped, and Ning Wan looked over as well, though her expression wasn’t pleasant. As the car had sped past her, it had splashed water from a small puddle onto her skirt.
How could her expression be good under these circumstances?
Especially since she was wearing a white dress today, now stained with dirty water, making her look rather disheveled.
Just as she was about to step forward to confront the car’s owner, the car door opened, and a tall figure erged, with eyes fixed directly on Ning Wan.
When Ning Wan recognized the person, her face paled, and she couldn’t help retreating two steps.
The man looked directly at Ning Wan, incredulous, "Ning Wan? Why are you here?"
...
After getting into the taxi, Song Qiao was overwheld by the fear stemming from Lu Wangshu’s disappearance, a feeling that lingered and wouldn’t fade.
The taxi driver glanced back at her, noticing she didn’t look well, yet couldn’t resist asking, "Miss, where would you like to go?"
Song Qiao snapped back to reality, looking at the driver, suddenly disoriented. In An City, she wasn’t sure where Lu Wangshu would likely go, not knowing where to start searching.
After pondering for a mont, she replied, "To the Ning Mansion."
The Ning Mansion was a luxurious entertainnt venue in An City, featuring China’s most famous children’s playground, a frequented spot by children.
Since returning to the country, Song Qiao had taken Lu Wangshu there. The young boy enjoyed the place quite a bit.
The driver promptly responded, but just then, Song Qiao’s phone beeped, indicating a text ssage.
She glanced down and unlocked the phone to check the text, realizing it was from Chu Munan. Upon reading the ssage contents, she quickly said, "Uncle, not to the Ning Mansion anymore. Please take to Xiangjiang International District instead."
Looking at those scant few words on her phone, Song Qiao’s previously anxious heart finally eased, almost to the point of tears of joy.
Lu Wangshu had gone to find her and was currently with Chu Munan and Huanhuan.
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