Lu Jingchen walked straight to Song Qiao’s side, wrapped her in his arms, patting her back, "It’s okay, don’t be afraid, I’m here."
For no particular reason, Song Qiao just felt a deep discomfort in her heart, probably because it was the first ti she had seen soone die in front of her.
Holding Song Qiao, Lu Jingchen directly looked at Nan Moyan and said, "Take care of things here. I’ll take her upstairs to rest."
Nan Moyan instinctively nodded, but then realized and said to Lu Jingchen, "Do you know which room is the guest room?"
"I don’t know."
"You don’t know and still want to go up directly?"
"Can’t you have soone take us up?"
Nan Moyan, "..." Damn it, he really wants to punch him.
...
In the guest room on the second floor, Song Qiao was cradled in the man’s arms, her whole body almost curling into a ball, looking quite pitiful.
Lu Jingchen gently patted Song Qiao’s back, his voice tender, "Qiaoqiao, this matter has nothing to do with you, you don’t have to bla yourself, Tan Shuya’s death is her own fault."
Song Qiao snuggled further into Lu Jingchen’s embrace, but didn’t lift her head, instead she spoke muffledly, "I just didn’t expect she would end up like this..."
"It’s not your concern."
"I know." Song Qiao closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, they filled with sadness, "I just feel like, in reality, she was sowhat pitiful too..."
As she spoke, she suddenly couldn’t continue, curling herself directly into Lu Jingchen’s arms.
In truth, she still felt incredibly uncomfortable.
Lu Jingchen’s eyes deepened, he could feel Song Qiao’s tense emotions, sat up directly, then lifted Song Qiao to sit facing him both sitting.
At this mont, Lu Jingchen also realized that Song Qiao, unbeknownst to him, was already crying.
The man’s heart ached instantly, using his thumb to wipe away the woman’s tears, his voice hoarse, "Why are you crying again?"
Song Qiao shook her head, silent.
Lu Jingchen sighed helplessly, directly holding her in his arms, pressing her head against his chest, saying, "Qiaoqiao, seeing you like this, my heart aches."
Song Qiao also knew she was wrong, but she still couldn’t control her emotions, "Lu Jingchen, I’m fine, I just feel a little sad, let cry it out."
Lu Jingchen pressed his lips in silence, the two of them just sat on the bed like that, holding each other face to face, until her emotions finally stabilized. Only then did the man pull back a little distance, took out a ring from sowhere, and slipped it onto her hand.
The tears still hung on her eyes, Song Qiao looked a bit dazed at the ring on her hand, and after a while, she looked up at the man in front of her, asking, "This ring...you kept it all along."
Lu Jingchen nodded, lifting Song Qiao’s hand to his lips for a kiss, his gaze burning as he looked at her, "This is our wedding ring, of course I kept it, and now I’m giving it back to you, don’t lose it again."
Song Qiao imdiately broke into a smile, nodding heavily.
The man gazed at her lovingly, his voice so tender it could almost drip, "Qiaoqiao, don’t ever leave again, okay?"
Song Qiao nodded, "Okay."
Lu Jingchen couldn’t resist, cradled her face, and sealed her lips with his own.
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This Chapter combines two updates, a total of five thousand words. Thank you all for your support. Every ti I see your tips, I feel inexplicably happy. The main story cos to a pause here, but there’s still a little extra section about Lu Jingchen and Song Qiao’s future life, it isn’t over yet, there’s another extra Chapter about Mr. Lu’s more than decade-long affection for Qiaoqiao that hasn’t been revealed. Tomorrow’s final Chapter for them, and then we’ll start writing about Xi Mohan and Ning Wan’s story, during which we’ll also touch upon Lu Mr. and Qiaoqiao’s story, the updates have been a bit slow these two days because of back-to-back weddings of friends and colleagues, no ti to write, but will resu ten thousand-word updates in a few days, wait for ... See you girls tomorrow, kisses to you all.
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