Director Qian was flattered and replied with a smile, "Mrs. Lu is too kind. On the contrary, I’ve long been familiar with Mrs. Lu’s reputation. Seeing you in person today, indeed, you’re even more beautiful than the reports suggest, and a perfect match for President Lu."
Song Qiao had always rarely appeared before everyone’s eyes, except for when their marriage was exposed later on and when she was photographed selecting rings at the jewelry store. Before that, hardly anyone knew who the Young Mistress of the Lu Family actually was.
Within the circle, it had been known for so ti that Lu Jingchen had shocked everyone with the news of a wedding on the fifteenth, which had caused quite a stir.
And Zuo Yuqing, who was previously revealed as Lu Jingchen’s first love, also found herself at the center of controversy for a few days. Many people thought she would compete with the Young Mistress of the Lu Family, but who would have expected the Young Mistress to be Song Qiao?
Song Qiao had hardly any fa before, and although she was indeed the young miss of the Song Family and had represented a couple of popular artists, she was not soone from within the circle and had not been publicized by the Lu Family, so not many people knew about her.
Song Qiao replied with a slight smile, gracefully saying, "Thank you for the complint."
Similarly, due to Director Qian’s comnt, the somber aura that Lu Jingchen had carried disappeared without a trace, and his expression softened significantly. He held Song Qiao’s hand and squeezed it gently.
Song Qiao oddly felt that this man’s behavior was childish. She tried to pull her hand away, but he held on even tighter.
Zuo Yuqing’s gaze had been fixed on Lu Jingchen and Song Qiao all along. She took a calm sip of the tea served by the waiter, seemingly unfazed, but only she knew that actually, she felt sowhat upset.
Previously, she had resolved to let go of Lu Jingchen, to no longer dream of taking Song Qiao’s place by his side, but every ti she saw the affectionate way Lu Jingchen and Song Qiao were with each other, she couldn’t help feeling distressed.
Putting down her teacup, possibly looking for a reason to speak, Zuo Yuqing’s gaze firmly t Lu Jingchen’s, and she smiled slightly before saying, "President Lu, how’s your health? I heard you were injured before. Are you mostly recovered now?"
Knowing it wasn’t the right setting, Zuo Yuqing did not continue to call Lu Jingchen ’Jingchen’, especially since she sensed so changes in the attitudes of the people around her when she had earlier spoken.
As a public figure, she often needed to be mindful of her own conduct.
Song Qiao’s gaze brushed over Zuo Yuqing, who appeared all smiles. She said nothing, silently picked up the glass of milk just brought by the waiter, and took a small sip, inadvertently furrowing her brows.
Despite having drunk milk for over half a year, she still didn’t like it, as she always preferred sweet or sweet-and-sour beverages. Suddenly being forced to drink plain milk with a strange taste, she was decidedly unhappy with it.
Moreover, for so reason, the milk here didn’t taste the sa as the one she had at ho. The one at ho was tolerable, but this one she found particularly disagreeable.
"It’s nothing serious," the man replied indifferently to Zuo Yuqing, and seeming to notice sothing off about Song Qiao, he turned his head to glance at her. He took a tissue and gently wiped the milk from the corner of her mouth, his brows lifting slightly in a gentle inquiry, "What’s wrong? You drink milk just fine at ho, but now it seems troubleso?"
Song Qiao placed the milk glass back on the table, an expression of distaste on her face as she said, "This tastes dreadful."
"Really?" The man seed skeptical, picking up her glass and taking a sip. His expression remained unchanged, "It’s the sa."
Song Qiao, "..." That’s the one I drank from.
He doesn’t mind sharing a drink?
And if you’re going to show off your affection, at least be mindful of the setting, right?
Lu Jingchen handed the milk to her, saying, "Finish it, or should I order another cup for you?"
Song Qiao was speechless, taking the glass as if bracing for a challenge. Just as she was about to drink, she abruptly looked at him and pointed her chin at his glass, "Drink yours up first, then I’ll finish it."
Lu Jingchen humd in agreent without objection, truthfully took the milk and finished it in one gulp, "There, your turn to drink."
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