Song Qiao narrowed her eyes slightly, although she didn’t quite agree with Chu Munan’s words, she couldn’t entirely deny them either.
The servant brought a cup of boiled water to Chu Munan, with a few pills in their hand. Munan took them and directly threw them into his mouth, followed by a gulp of water to swallow them down.
After drinking, he put the cup on the table in front of him, stood up, looked at Song Qiao with a faint smile, and said, "Mrs. Lu, please."
Song Qiao remained silent, yet she still stood up and followed behind Chu Munan, heading towards the mansion’s front door together.
Song Qiao was forced to follow behind Chu Munan and walk out of the mansion’s front door, where the incessant rain fell to the ground, and the sound from the roof reached her ears. Feeling a gaze upon her, she looked up, and quite unexpectedly t the man’s ink-dark, profound eyes.
The rain was pouring outside, and Lu Jingchen was there, only a dozen steps away from her, holding an umbrella, dressed in a white shirt and black trousers. The rain splashed on the ground, wetting the man’s trouser legs, yet he stood as if unaware, still carrying his usual cold and noble air.
Jack was standing behind Song Qiao, with a handgun pressed to her waist, and yet, Song Qiao wasn’t frightened; her gaze was still calm, steadfastly looking at Lu Jingchen, and then her eyes shifted to Zuo Yuqing, who stood beside him.
Her pink lips curved up faintly, revealing a shallow smile that flashed by so fast that no one could catch it, least of all the man a dozen steps away.
"Song Qiao." The man watched her intently for a long ti, his lips moved slightly, and after what felt like ages, he finally called out her na.
Song Qiao pursed her lips, looking at him, then smiled lightly and said, "You’ve all co."
Lu Jingchen watched her but didn’t speak again.
Chu Munan, standing beside them, watched their exchange with a sneer, his gaze then fell on Zuo Yuqing, akin to a wolf eyeing its prey, seeing Yuqing’s color draining from her face, he laughed softly with a deep, slightly hoarse voice, "Little thing, you’ve been naughty again."
Zuo Yuqing looked at Chu Munan, her face growing paler, almost completely drained of blood, instinctively she stepped back and abruptly hid behind Lu Jingchen, as if startled by Munan.
Song Qiao frowned slightly, glancing at Chu Munan then at Zuo Yuqing, coming to truly confirm, even be certain that this man ca for Yuqing.
And his capturing her was rely because Lu Jingchen had always been protecting Yuqing, and Song Qiao... just happened to be Jingchen’s wife.
Chu Munan still wore a smile, his face bearing a demonic charm that made him seem exceptionally handso, especially with the pallor due to a gunshot wound on his chest, which made him look sowhat morbid.
His gaze fell on Lu Jingchen, and with a smirk, he said, "Mr. Lu, how about this? Give back my little thing, and I’ll return your wife to you."
Little thing...
Song Qiao found the nickna hard to process, her gaze almost instinctively turned to Zuo Yuqing, who stood behind Lu Jingchen, as a certain thought in her mind almost surfaced but was then forcefully suppressed.
Lu Jingchen stood up straight, the hand holding the umbrella unconsciously tightened, but he looked at Chu Munan and said, "I wasn’t aware that Second Young Master Chu enjoyed manipulating won so much. If you want Zuo Yuqing, you should also consider whether you have the ability to take her away from ."
Chu Munan couldn’t help but let out a laugh upon hearing Jingchen’s words, then turned to Song Qiao and said, "See that? That is your husband, who can easily disregard your safety for another woman."
Song Qiao remained silent, her eyes half-closed, saying nothing.
Suddenly, a sharp ear-piercing gunshot broke through the air, and Song Qiao looked up almost in shock to see Chu Munan beside her being hit by Xi Mohan’s bullet. An icy chill emanated from her body, and she instinctively crouched down to support his staggering fra, her voice trembling slightly as she asked, "Are you... are you okay?"
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