Mrs. Song, the elder, said words that pierced directly into Song Qiao’s ears, causing her face to instantly darken, almost without thought, she hung up the phone.
Her heart was filled with an inexplicable discomfort. Whenever others ntioned her mother, she would always feel sad. After all, her mother had passed away so many years ago, why would people still not let her rest in peace?
Most importantly, it was her grandmother, who once, with each call of ’grandma’, tried very cutely and diligently to win her affection.
Seemingly not yet relieved of her anger, Song Qiao picked up her phone, found the number from before, and without a second thought, casually added Mrs. Song’s number to the blacklist.
But her heart still felt very heavy, rembering how her mother had made silent sacrifices for the Song Family without receiving anything in return, and how, after her death, Mrs. Song used it to lecture her, filling her with the urge to rush to the Song Family and give Mrs. Song a piece of her mind.
There was a knock on the door from outside, followed by the sound of Yu Xia’s voice, tinged with cheerfulness, "Song Qiao, are you there?"
Song Qiao composed herself, glanced at her phone, headed back to the bedroom, placed the phone on the desk, and then went to the door and opened it, only to see Yu Xia standing at the doorway, holding a few books, "What is this..."
Yu Xia followed Song Qiao’s gaze to the books in her arms, and the first one she saw was titled ’How to Conquer a Cold and Aloof God of Beauty’.
Yu Xia’s face flushed with embarrassnt, and she hurriedly stowed that book at the bottom of the stack, her face full of awkwardness, internally grumbling about her mistake in picking up the wrong book.
With a forced smile, Yu Xia looked at Song Qiao and said with a light smile, "I ca to ask if I could use your study for a bit? I still have so materials to input, and I didn’t bring my computer. I was hoping to use yours."
This villa has two studies, one is used by Lu Jingchen for his work. It was originally only Lu Jingchen’s study, but later, as Song Qiao began to use the study more frequently, Lu Jingchen had one of the bedrooms converted into another study for Song Qiao’s work and movie watching.
As for Lu Jingchen’s study, Yu Xia naturally knew that she wasn’t allowed in there. If she lost any important docunts, she would be in deep trouble with Lu Jingchen.
Song Qiao understood and nodded, "Sure, the study is probably locked right now. I’ll go look for the keys. Wait here for a mont."
Yu Xia nodded, and Song Qiao went back to the bedroom, opened the drawer, and did not see the keys. After thinking for a mont, she went into the walk-in closet, searched through a jacket she had worn a few days ago, and indeed found the keys in the pocket.
With keys in hand, she ca out of the bedroom and said, "Found them, let’s go. I’ll open the door for you. You can use it as long as you need; I don’t have to use it today."
Yu Xia quickly followed Song Qiao, gratefully saying, "Song Qiao, really, thank you so much."
Song Qiao smiled and didn’t say anything, going straight to the study door and opening it. She walked in, pulled open the curtains, and the room was filled with a large bookshelf with a variety of books of almost every genre, along with a lavender sofa, a coffee table, a desk and a comfortable office chair, plus several other chairs. This was the general layout of the study.
Song Qiao went to the computer, turned it on, and once it booted up, she entered the password.
Song Qiao seldom used the study, only when there was unfinished work she needed to do from ho. Otherwise, she would spend a boring weekend tucked away in the study, reading book after book.
It indeed was a good place to pass the ti.
But in reality, if it was about reading, she preferred spending ti in those big bookstores because they were also very quiet, and occasionally, there were one or two strangers reading beside her.
When she was young, she had a dream to open a bookstore where she’d offer coffee and beverages; custors could not only sit and read but also have a drink while they did.
But... dreams of childhood are just that - of childhood. She grew up realizing that opening a bookstore was simple, but she didn’t want to manage it. Instead, she preferred being an agent.
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