Lu Jingchen lowered his gaze to look at the sowhat nervous Song Qiao in front of him, couldn’t help but laugh silently, and had to admit that her expression was much more lively than usual. Her face was full of worry, as if she was afraid of upsetting his parents.
He placed one hand on her waist, and with the other hand, he lifted her palm to his lips and kissed it gently, opening with a light tone, "You don’t need to worry so much. This visit is just to et them, they won’t do anything to you."
Upon hearing this, although Song Qiao felt more relaxed, she still couldn’t help but worry a little. However, all she could do was respond faintly and bury her head in Lu Jingchen’s chest, coquettishly saying, "Don’t move, just let lean on you for a mont."
Lu Jingchen really stayed still, just standing there and letting Song Qiao lean on him, although she didn’t see the way his eyes shifted subtly after he had spoken those words, which was difficult to fathom.
The Lu Family Mansion is in the suburbs, closer to the Capital City compared to the city center, with An City’s neighboring city being just Capital City itself.
The car drove for a whole two hours before slowly entering a huge residential area of mansions, where each mansion seed even larger, with every building occupying a piece of territory on the hilltop.
Song Qiao looked out of the car window as they passed a mansion, and couldn’t help but be stunned. This neighborhood was not unfamiliar to her—housing so of the top families of An City and the Capital City. The houses here had even been described in newspapers as the "Chinese version of French palaces," landmark buildings in both the Capital City and An City’s architectural industry.
The car soon arrived at a large gate. Lu Jingchen drove directly to a sensor near the entrance, fetched sothing that looked like an access card from inside the car, and swiped it by the sensor. The gate imdiately began to open slowly.
The man’s expression remained unchanged, as if he hadn’t noticed Song Qiao’s astonished look beside him. He put the access card back into the car’s drawer, started the car, and drove through the gate.
For Song Qiao, it was like Liu LaoLao entering the Grand View Garden—as this was her first ti at such a place. She had always known the Lu Family was very influential in An City, even among the top families nationwide, with countless assets, but just seeing the residence now nearly made her bite off her own tongue.
As soon as they entered the gate, Song Qiao looked around and saw many craftsn working on the lawns and gardens. There were towering trees everywhere, the environnt lush and green.
Even, she seed to have seen not far from the left side of the woods, a stream, a bridge, and a small house.
This unconsciously made her think of the phrase, "Watching the flowers bloom and fade in front of the yard, looking at the clouds gathering and scattering in the sky."
The car drove for another five minutes, and a huge fountain pool and a enormously scaled building ca into view, looking similar to those palaces in France.
The car circled around the fountain pool and stopped in front of the main door, where a servant imdiately approached to open the car door. Lu Jingchen got out first, then gestured for the servant who was about to help Song Qiao to pause, and he himself went to open her door.
As a butler who knew Lu Jingchen had arrived ca out to greet him, he saw Lu Jingchen helping to open the car door and his expression subtly changed. After whispering a few words to a servant beside him, he waved her in to make a report, then stepped forward towards Lu Jingchen and Song Qiao with a respectful posture, performing a very formal court salute, "Sir, Miss Song."
Lu Jingchen wrapped his arm around Song Qiao’s waist dominantly. Regarding the butler calling Song Qiao as Miss, he just raised his eyebrow slightly without correcting it, and gave a slight hum before asking, "Where is my father?"
"The master knew that you were coming today and is waiting for you in the living room," the butler said, gesturing for them to follow with his hand.
Since getting out of the car, Song Qiao had been nervous. When they left ho, Lu Jingchen picked a rather elegant dress for her. She deliberately chose a pair of high heels to match the dress. Just getting out of the car, she was so nervous she almost stumbled, but luckily, Lu Jingchen promptly reached out to steady her.
Lu Jingchen seed to know that Song Qiao was not very relaxed at the mont, so he squeezed her palm and whispered reassuringly in her ear, "Don’t be nervous, I’m here."
Song Qiao turned her head to look at him, tried to smile but ended up making a face that was uglier than crying, and said with a bit of worry, "What if they don’t like ?"
"It’s okay, as long as I like you," the man replied with thicker skin than usual, lowering his head to kiss her cheek.
Song Qiao, " ..." Saying it like that, I’m even more nervous now.
The living room, with its grandiose decor, made Song Qiao feel as if she had entered a palace. This not only started her marveling at how the wealthy truly know how to enjoy life, but especially when her gaze fell upon the paintings of famous people on the walls, she was even more astonished at how freely the wealthy could spend without a second thought.
In the sofa of the living room, sat a middle-aged man with sowhat graying hair ... one could even say he was old, holding a cane and watching financial news on the television. Behind him stood several servants waiting for orders.
"Master, the young master has returned," the butler walked up behind the old master and respectfully said.
The old master, who had been intently watching the financial news, slowly diverted his gaze from the TV and fixed it directly on Lu Jingchen, but upon seeing Song Qiao, the originally pleasant look on his face imdiately turned unpleasant, even chilly.
Song Qiao t the old master’s gaze and was instantly frightened by the coldness in his eyes, almost instinctively wanting to hide behind Lu Jingchen, fortunately, Lu Jingchen kept his arm around her waist.
Feeling a bit flustered, she lowered her head to avoid the old man’s gaze, and her first thought was that the old master disliked her.
Feeling his father’s displeasure towards Song Qiao, Lu Jingchen’s eyes deepened and he slightly pulled at the corner of his mouth and coolly said, "Father, this is my wife, Song Qiao. I brought her here today specially for you to get acquainted, so you won’t fail to recognize her if you et outside."
The old master’s face grew even darker upon hearing Lu Jingchen’s words, his cane tapping against the floor as he spoke sternly, "When did you get married? Who allowed you to marry so unknown woman from outside?"
Song Qiao, hearing the old master’s words, was a bit astonished and embarrassed as she lifted her head to look at the old master again, only to et his weathered eyes filled with anger and quickly lowered her head again.
But in her heart, she felt sowhat indignant—what did he an by ’unknown woman’?
Did he have to speak so harshly?
However, Lu Jingchen was indifferent to his father’s anger and discontent; his expression unchanging from beginning to end as he serenely responded, "Father, I brought her here today just to inform you that I’ve already married her, and she’s also my son’s mother. Whether you like it or not doesn’t matter, just know she is now your daughter-in-law."
Before bringing Song Qiao here, Lu Jingchen had already anticipated that his father would not like her.
Because in his eyes, aside from the young mistress of that family, almost no one could catch his favor; regardless of whether he brought Song Qiao ho today or not, if she’s not the woman designated by him, the result would always be the sa.
The reason why he hadn’t thought about bringing her ho from the start of their marriage was eighty percent due to this reason.
"Lu Jingchen, you are still my son, Lu Tianming. Did you ask us before you got married? Do you even have your father in your eyes?" The old master, not expecting his son to speak this way, felt his anger rise and his rage begin to perate, his eyes nearly afla with fury, almost throwing the cane in his hand at Lu Jingchen.
"What’s going on here?" At that mont, a middle-aged, elegantly-dressed lady walked out from the adjacent kitchen, wearing a simple yet elegant set of house clothes. Seeing Lu Jingchen and Song Qiao standing in the living room, she imdiately smiled happily, saying, "I was wondering why it was so noisy outside from the kitchen, it turns out Jingchen has co ho. It’s good you’re back, it’s good...
Upon seeing the middle-aged lady, Lu Jingchen’s expression softened considerably as he addressed her, "Mom."
The person who ca out was Lu Jingchen’s mother, who looked to be only in her forties, but due to good maintenance appeared quite young, although she was actually in her fifties. Compared to Lu Jingchen’s father, her personality was relatively gentle.
After she ca out, the old master let out a cold snort towards Lu Jingchen and Song Qiao, but did not continue to be angry.
Xu Qian smiled and nodded, then turned her gaze to Song Qiao standing next to Lu Jingchen, a slight surprise in her voice as she asked, "Jingchen, who is this ..."
Lu Jingchen smiled and did not speak, not believing his mother hadn’t heard him introducing Song Qiao while she was in the kitchen; he gently squeezed Song Qiao’s waist.
Song Qiao, who had her head down, imdiately lifted her head, her eyes directly eting Xu Qian, who was sizing her up, and promptly introduced herself, "Madam, hello, my na is Song Qiao."
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