Even though this is her own ho, Song Qiao now finds herself deprived of any freedom of movent, making her even more frustrated, but there’s nothing she can do about it. The people here are ard with guns, and she couldn’t possibly confront so many tall, strong n in black clothing alone.
She would be caught in a matter of minutes.
Yu Xia’s expression changes slightly too. Her phone had already been confiscated by these people and thrown into the study; now she has nothing on her to make outside contact. What if Lu Jingchen still doesn’t know they’re in trouble, and the culprit decides to kidnap them too when leaving?
This place, which she thought was the safest for Lu Jingchen, has now ironically beco the most dangerous.
Song Qiao doesn’t know what Yu Xia is thinking. Frowning delicately, she worries about her back injury, which needs tily dication. It would take about a week of dication for the burn to heal; otherwise, since it’s only the first day, it’s going to hurt a lot more once the effects of the dicine wear off.
Song Qiao doesn’t know what kind of dicine it is, but it feels quite effective. Lu Jingchen applied dicine for her in the morning, and had it not been for soone pushing against her burn, she wouldn’t have felt the pain, sotis almost forgetting her injury.
Yu Xia, not noticing anything unusual about Song Qiao, simply poured herself a glass of boiled water from the kettle on the table. These people hadn’t made things too difficult for them, at least they had provided water. She took a sip, placed the glass back on the table, and looked outside where a torrential rain had started, feeling an inexplicable irritation. Then she turned to Song Qiao beside her and asked, "Do you know if Lu Jingchen and the man in the study, their boss, have any feud?"
Song Qiao looked at her for a while before responding, "I don’t know, Jingchen never ntioned these things to ."
Yu Xia’s gaze darkens and her pink lips press together slightly, turning quiet and not saying anything more.
Observing the suddenly silent Yu Xia, Song Qiao thought for a mont, then decided to ask another question, "Yu Xia, do you know about the rumor that Lu Jingchen’s parents were dead?"
When she first t Lu Jingchen, she had heard that his parents were deceased, but later on, Lu Jingchen took her back to the Lu Family Mansion to et Lu Tianming and Xu Qian, debunking all the rumors.
She had heard of Lu Tianming’s na even when she was in high school, but she hadn’t expected him to be Lu Jingchen’s father, which puzzled her for a long ti.
If she rembered correctly, previously there was never any news about who Lu Tianming’s son was. Everyone only knew he had a son and a daughter, but their nas weren’t revealed, nor were there any public photos. Lu Jingchen’s reputation in An City began when she was still in high school, and though everyone knew he belonged to the Lu Family, no one connected him with Lu Tianming’s son because in the year she graduated, during an interview with Lu Jingchen, his response was that his parents had already passed away.
Considering that Yu Xia seed to have known Lu Jingchen for a long ti, that’s why Song Qiao thought of asking her.
Upon hearing Song Qiao’s question, Yu Xia appears montarily startled, opens her mouth but then no words co out. After a long pause, she looks at Song Qiao and says, "Song Qiao, if you want to know these things, I really can’t help you, because I don’t know much. However, you can ask your husband, since you are his wife, he will certainly tell you if you ask."
Song Qiao had already guessed that Yu Xia might not tell her, but she was also prepared for not knowing anything, so she didn’t feel too emotional, just curled her lips slightly and didn’t say anything more.
...
anwhile, a black Maybach was speeding towards the villa under the torrential rain, not slowing down at all and splashing water all around it, leaving observers without a chance to see clearly as the car swiftly moved out of sight.
The Maybach overtakes one car after another; many drivers who dare not speed up couldn’t help but roll down their windows and curse loudly at the fast-disappearing Maybach.
Inside the car, Zuo Yuqing’s complexion is pale, holding tightly onto the items beside her. She’s never been in a car going so fast, and it’s sowhat overwhelming, but she doesn’t speak up since the man driving has an extrely grim expression, as if he could explode at any mont.
Lu Jingchen’s gaze is fixed firmly on the road ahead, his handso features shadowed by an unmistakable chill. His grip tightens on the steering wheel, the veins and arteries clearly visible on the backs of his hands.
"Lu Jingchen, my back hurts so much, you can’t hold while sleeping later. If you touch my injury, I won’t let it go," she warned.
"Lu Jingchen, does your dad really, really dislike ? It’s one thing to pour boiling tea on my back, but to not even ask how I am after getting injured?"
"Lu Jingchen, I saved you this ti. You have to treat better from now on, or else I might not like you anymore."
"Lu Jingchen, aren’t you supposed to be at work? You’re going to be late."
"I never used to know how to tie a tie, but now look...after we got married, I’ve been tying your ties. I treat you well, don’t I?"
"..."
The gentle and soft voice of a woman kept echoing in his ears, resonating around his eardrums, impossible to dismiss.
His gaze was firmly fixed on the road ahead, his thin lips slightly pursed, his jaw tightened into a straight line; at this mont, he was solely concerned about her safety. He knew exactly what kind of man Chu Munan was, and because he knew, he could only worry about Song Qiao.
Zuo Yuqing turned her head to look at the man in the driver’s seat, shifting gears, pressing the accelerator, and turning the steering wheel, her gaze slightly dimming.
Although she had long given up on any hopes regarding Lu Jingchen, seeing him worry about another woman like this still hurt her deeply.
After all, this man had once treated her so well, but back then... it was only herself to bla for not cherishing it.
The pouring rain washed over the entire city, as if the gloomy sky itself was pressing down. The black Maybach drove straight into the Half Mountain Villa District and then towards the villa where he and Song Qiao lived, parking steadily outside the villa ten minutes later. It was then that he noticed several SUVs and black sedans parked inside the gate of the villa, darkening Lu Jingchen’s expression further.
He took out his phone without hesitation, found the most familiar number in his contacts, and dialed it imdiately.
At this mont, Xi Mohan was in the hospital accompanying Ning Wan. To say he was accompanying her was really just him shalessly staying despite Ning Wan’s objections.
The caretaker and the doctors and nurses who ca in to check on Ning Wan didn’t dare make a sound when they saw the imposing man sitting on the sofa; they were afraid to upset him.
Ning Wan sat expressionlessly on the hospital bed, letting the doctor examine her, her gaze cooling further when she saw the man ostensibly working on his laptop.
The phone on the desk rang, and the man, who had been staring intently at his computer, finally shifted his eyes to the phone screen. Seeing that it was Lu Jingchen’s number, he picked it up directly. He glanced at Ning Wan lying on the bed, his voice relatively gentle but devoid of much warmth—probably because his tone was usually this cold and he didn’t know how to be tender—saying, "I’ll go out to take a call."
Ning Wan didn’t make a sound, rely lowering her gaze as the doctor prepared to insert a needle to set up an IV.
Half a minute later, the door of the hospital room closed, and the man’s footsteps gradually faded away. The doctor, who had been on edge, finally let out a sigh of relief, pinpointing the vein with the needle accurately and breathing a sigh of relief as he looked up at Ning Wan, saying, "Miss Ning, your body is still very weak. You need to rest well. I will replace this infusion with another dication after it’s done."
Ning Wan nodded slightly, hmming in response, then looked up at the doctor in front of her and asked sharply, "Are you afraid of Xi Mohan?"
The doctor was montarily confused about who Ning Wan was referring to, as they dared not address Mr. Xi by his full na. Almost no one knew Xi Mohan’s real na outside of imdiate circles. Once he realized who it was, he awkwardly smiled and said, "Mr. Xi is our boss. We’re not exactly afraid of Mr. Xi; it’s just that his presence is very overwhelming, which gives us a lot of pressure."
It was probably because Xi Mohan was here that he had almost missed the vein during Ning Wan’s injection, thankfully managing without a tremble.
Ning Wan could probably understand the doctor’s feelings, as she had also been scared of the man at first; indeed, not many could withstand his intense presence.
Looking up at the doctor, Ning Wan gave a slight smile, rely saying, "Thank you, doctor."
The doctor returned a gentle smile and before leaving, he remarked to Ning Wan, "Miss Ning, seeing how Mr. Xi has been busily running around for you these past few days, even bringing his work to the hospital to stay by your side, all our hospital nurses are incredibly envious."
"Envious of what?"
"Envious that Miss Ning has such a great boyfriend like Mr. Xi."
Ning Wan, "He’s not my boyfriend."
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