Her eyes half-closed as she dodged his gaze, casually brushing a lock of hair that had fallen forward behind her ear. Her movents appeared careless, yet they carried an unprecedented allure. In a soft voice, she said, "Since you put it that way, of course I’ll believe you. Your tone makes it sound as if you think I wouldn’t believe you..."
"You indeed did not believe ." No sooner had she finished speaking than the man interrupted her, his voice low and tone indifferent, "If you believed , would you still ask that question?"
Song Qiao lowered her eyes and remained silent for a mont.
In her heart, however, she couldn’t help but start to slander the man. With his skills, how could she possibly be his only woman?
Yet, hearing Lu Jingchen put it that way, Song Qiao felt a certain reassurance in her heart. The bit of unease brought on by Zuo Yuqing had now settled down peacefully.
The waiter quickly served the food Lu Jingchen had ordered. Gazing at the steak in front of her, Song Qiao pursed her lips slightly in dissatisfaction, "Why did you order steak for ?"
The man turned his head to look at her, his deep voice bubbling up from his throat, "Don’t like it?"
Song Qiao shook her head and spoke through clenched teeth, "It’s not that I dislike it. It’s just that cutting steak is sowhat troubleso; I’m not very good at it."
She rarely ate Western food, generally preferring Chinese cuisine for two reasons: Western als were less filling, an issue for soone with an appetite like hers, and she found them less satisfying.
After listening to her, Lu Jingchen recalled several occasions when they went out for Western food, and she almost always ordered Italian pasta. Only then did he realize that she found cutting steak too troubleso and didn’t want to bother.
He reached out to move her steak in front of himself and placed the soup that was in front of him in front of her, "Drink so soup first. I’ll cut it for you."
Song Qiao humd in acknowledgnt, accepting Lu Jingchen’s offering without protest.
"Jingchen?" Just then, an astonished female voice reached Song Qiao’s ears, with a hint of familiarity.
Startled while holding her spoon, Song Qiao abruptly looked up. Her eyes narrowed dangerously upon seeing the newcor, and her lips curled into a mocking smile when she noticed the man wrapping his arm around the woman. She then bowed her head and started sipping her soup as if nothing had happened.
Lu Jingchen lifted his gaze to see who it was, involuntarily glancing at Song Qiao. Seeing her casually sipping her soup, he then addressed the newcor indifferently, "Yan’er, when did you get back? Are you two out for a al together? Have you eaten?"
The person who had arrived was none other than Xi Mohan and Ning Wan’s so-called cousin, Ning Yan’er.
Xi Mohan, arm in arm with Ning Yan’er, approached Lu Jingchen’s table, his expression still indifferent, without a word.
In a knee-length sleeveless dress that scread high society, Ning Yan’er, with her hair elegantly styled and a fittingly perfect smile on her face, clung to Xi Mohan’s arm. She smiled and nodded, "Yeah, we were just shopping nearby. What a coincidence to bump into you here for lunch." As she spoke, her gaze fell on Song Qiao, who was calmly sipping her soup. Her pupils shifted, and she inquired subconsciously, "Jingchen, this lady is...?"
"My wife, Song Qiao!"
Now that she had been directly addressed, Song Qiao no longer pretended to be invisible. She looked up at Ning Yan’er and Xi Mohan, her smile charming yet not reaching her eyes, "Miss Ning, Mr. Xi, long ti no see."
Perhaps it had been years since Ning Yan’er last saw Song Qiao, and initially, she did not imdiately recognize her. She found the woman sowhat familiar, which inexplicably bred hostility within her, yet she could not recall at that mont who she was.
Now that Lu Jingchen had directly ntioned Song Qiao’s na followed by her own greeting, Ning Yan’er’s mind instantly conjured the image of Ning Wan’s good friend.
Ning Yan’er looked at Song Qiao, her expression changing fleetingly before quickly regaining composure. She turned her gaze to Lu Jingchen, who was cutting the steak, and said with a smile, "I can’t believe you’re married. I thought Mo Han was joking with ."
Lu Jingchen responded with a nonchalant hum and placed the neatly sliced steak in front of Song Qiao, his voice gentle yet laced with doting affection, "It’s cut, eat up!"
That tone almost made Song Qiao spit out her soup.
Seeing Song Qiao almost choke on her soup, Lu Jingchen was nonchalant, lightly patting her back and, after telling her to ’keep it down a bit’, he raised his eyes to the two people still standing in front of them, extending an invitation, "Would you like to sit down and join us?"
"Yes, sure!" Surprisingly, Xi Mohan, who had remained silent, did not reject Lu Jingchen’s invitation. He uttered those two words lightly and then let Ning Yan’er sit down first before sitting down beside her.
The two n seed utterly unembarrassed, raising their hands to beckon the waiter and start ordering.
Aside from Ning Yan’er casting sowhat peculiar glances at Song Qiao across from her, the atmosphere among the four seed rather pleasant.
Sensing Ning Yan’er’s gaze, Song Qiao lifted her eyes towards her. Her face was already adorned with a charming smile, her voice soft, "Miss Ning, if you keep staring at like that, I’ll feel too shy to eat."
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