Lu Jingchen looked down at her with his eyes still carrying that indifferent and unremarkable expression, and his tone didn’t have any particular inflection, as calm as always, "That’s not your favorite flavor, eating it would be a waste."
Zuo Yuqing, "..." Must he be so sure?
However, she didn’t say anything more, because as she looked up at the man in front of her, she found the expression on his face seed sowhat unpleasant, as if he was holding back anger.
Zuo Yuqing thought, he’s probably in a bad mood.
No wonder she felt sothing was amiss between Song Qiao and Lu Jingchen earlier; since yesterday, it seed like they were about to argue...
Zuo Yuqing glanced at Lu Jingchen thoughtfully and didn’t refuse to help him anymore. She reached out to take the item and responded with a hum, her lips curving into a light smile as she spoke, "Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she finishes it."
Lu Jingchen humd softly and then once again looked towards the corner, where Song Qiao had already disappeared from sight. The man’s gaze dimd, he said nothing more and turned to walk towards the nearby Maybach.
Watching Lu Jingchen’s departing figure, Zuo Yuqing pursed her lips and was silent. She lowered her head to glance at the assistant beside her and spoke faintly, "Let’s go."
The assistant imdiately responded, reaching out to take the packed breakfast from Zuo Yuqing, but she just shook her head lightly and declined.
After Zuo Yuqing left, Su Yingxue seed to have just snapped back to reality. The mont Lu Jingchen appeared, he had captured all her attention, and she had been frozen, staring at that man without any other reaction. She had planned since yesterday that if she saw Lu Jingchen again, she would find a way to catch the eye of the distinguished president of the Lu Group. She believed herself superior to Song Qiao in every aspect and couldn’t believe Lu Jingchen wouldn’t be interested in her.
She was very clear that being with Lu Jingchen, even if just as a lover, would definitely bring her many benefits. Moreover, her goal wasn’t just to be a lover; she aid to replace Song Qiao and take over her position as the Young Mistress of the Lu Family.
She did not know when this thought began to take root in her mind, but ever since it appeared, she beca even more eager to seduce Lu Jingchen as quickly as possible.
But just now, she was at a loss for words, as if her world consisted only of that man. Just by watching him, she felt her heartbeat suddenly quicken, even though he had not spared her a single glance from start to finish.
Zuo Yuqing passed by her without any further attention. Su Yingxue bit her teeth and quickly walked towards Lu Jingchen, who was about to get into his car not far away. She moved so swiftly that even her agent was caught off guard by her pace.
"Young Master Lu, wait a mont..."
Lu Jingchen was about to open the car door when a breathless female voice ca from behind.
His hand paused in the act of opening the door, turned around, and saw a young woman standing in front of him, dressed in a rather elegant dress. The man’s first conclusion was... he didn’t recognize her.
The always cold and unemotional man was very reticent. If he could remain silent, he would, and if he could use fewer words, he would do so. Hence, at this mont, he only let his indifferent gaze rest on Su Yingxue without speaking.
Su Yingxue’s gaze fixed on the man, her heart pounding uncontrollably, and even her heartbeat seed beyond her control.
Her red, sensuous lips moved slightly, and after what seed a long ti, she found her voice, tinged with a hint of shyness, "Hello, Young Master Lu, my na is Su Yingxue, an artist under CK Group..."
Lu Jingchen narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard her introduction, sowhat surprised that the woman in front of him was an artist under his company. He felt a sense of repulsion as he caught the clingy gaze Su Yingxue cast on him, and his expression grew colder as he uttered two words indifferently, "What is it?"
At this mont, Su Yingxue was almost lost in the charm emanating from the man and naturally did not notice Lu Jingchen’s face growing colder. Her cheeks even blushed as she addressed him, gathering courage in her heart, and spoke frankly, "I’ve always been very grateful for your support. I’ve been busy filming and it’s been difficult to see you, so I haven’t had the chance to thank you. This Saturday is my birthday and I was wondering... if Young Master Lu could co to my birthday party?"
Lu Jingchen’s lips were pressed into a thin line, and he didn’t respond.
Seeing that Lu Jingchen did not answer her question, Su Yingxue grew anxious, fingers nervously intertwined, and she hung her head low, not daring to look directly at him. She took a deep breath before speaking, "I... I don’t have any other intentions, I just wanted to invite Young Master Lu for a al and to attend my birthday party, and if... if Young Master Lu could co, it would certainly be the happiest birthday of my life..."
However, just as her voice faded, she didn’t hear a reply from him, only the sound of the car door shutting. Startled, she quickly raised her head to see that Lu Jingchen was already sitting inside the car, not sparing her a glance. The black Maybach’s engine roared to life and then drove away.
Su Yingxue’s face turned a ghastly pale, a very unattractive sight, and she bit her lip hard.
...
Zuo Yuqing was just about to morize her script, when suddenly, a figure rushed straight in front of her. Before she could react, Su Yingxue, who had returned at so unknown ti, had snatched the breakfast from in front of her and slamd it onto the ground.
Zuo Yuqing’s face sunk instantly, and she grabbed Su Yingxue’s wrist tightly, her voice sharp with anger, "What are you doing, Su Yingxue? Are you sick?"
At this mont, Su Yingxue was filled with rage. Exacerbated by Zuo Yuqing’s shout, her anger flared even more as she gritted her teeth and accused, "Was it you? Did you speak ill of to Young Master Lu?"
Hearing Su Yingxue’s words, Zuo Yuqing was first taken aback, then gave Su Yingxue a strange look: Lunatic.
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