Song Qiao was taken aback, her voice sowhat stunned, "But your gunshot wound hasn’t healed yet."
"It’s the sa if I recuperate at ho." The man’s handso and clean features no longer carried the pallor seen before; instead, there was a light smile between his brows and eyes as he directly spoke to Song Qiao, "Moreover, it’s more convenient at ho, and you won’t have to co to the hospital after work. Going ho is just as good."
Song Qiao looked at him sowhat strangely but ultimately didn’t say anything. After all, Lu Jingchen’s attitude had clearly told her that she could go back to work, so she simply responded with a soft "Mm."
In the afternoon, as soon as Mother Chen arrived, she promptly completed the discharge procedures. Sitting in the black Maybach, Song Qiao still made a call to Xi Mohan out of courtesy.
The call connected quickly, Xi Mohan’s low and muted voice was heard. Though it was just a simple "hello," it conveyed a deep sense of allure.
anwhile, Lu Jingchen had taken her other hand into his, playing with it. Song Qiao fought the urge to pull back and spoke to Xi Mohan, "We completed the hospital discharge procedures today; you don’t have to co to see him anymore."
There was silence on the other side of the line for a while before the man’s low, husky voice spoke up with a touch of sarcasm, "I don’t want to see him either."
With that, the call was directly ended, leaving behind a dial tone.
Song Qiao, "..." stared stunned at her phone which had been hung up on, feeling utterly frustrated.
Lu Jingchen sat beside Song Qiao, seeing her look forlorn, his eyebrows slightly arched as he spoke, "What’s wrong? Did he scold you?"
Song Qiao snapped back to reality and shook her head, "No."
Once again, the car fell into silence, and neither of them spoke for a mont.
After a while, Lu Jingchen rested his head on Song Qiao’s neck, kissing her subtly, ti and again, before asking, "Qiaoqiao, what kind of wedding do you want?"
Song Qiao looked at him, her brows slightly furrowed, "What do you an, what kind of wedding do I want?"
Lu Jingchen firmly circled his arm around her waist to prevent her from evading, and with his other hand, he cupped her chin and began to kiss her gently, his deep voice sounding very pleasant, "In just over twenty days, we’ll be having our wedding. You can tell what kind of wedding you want now, there’s still ti."
Song Qiao belatedly realized what she and he had been to the old house for previously, he had made an announcent to Lu Tianming and the others. She was stunned for a while, not expecting him to be so serious - at that ti, she thought he was just joking with Lu Tianming and the others, rely saying it in passing.
But she didn’t expect it was actually true.
Suppressing the unusual feeling in her heart, Song Qiao turned her head to avoid the man’s kiss, speaking indifferently, "Whatever, I don’t mind. You arrange it."
Song Qiao slightly frowned, wanting to turn her head away, but the man held the back of her head with one hand, forcing her to remain still and endure the kiss.
...
The next day, Song Qiao had already packed up and returned to the company. Ever since she got together with Lu Jingchen, she kept taking leave for various reasons; whether it was because of her grandfather, Ning Wan, or for Lu Jingchen or herself, she realized she hadn’t worked much in the past half year.
After clocking in and entering her departnt, everyone was montarily stunned to see her, then soone reacted first, smiling at Song Qiao, "Song Qiao, welco back."
The welco back rang throughout the office, followed by everyone speaking up, all faces wearing kind smiles.
Lu An’an heard the voice and imdiately stood up, and upon seeing Song Qiao, her face broke into a radiant and surprised smile. She rushed over and hugged her tightly, exclaiming, "Qiaoqiao, you’ve finally co back, it’s been so long, I missed you to death."
Song Qiao didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, and gently patted Lu An’an, responding, "Missing is enough, why would you miss to death?"
Lu An’an let go of her, but instead of continuing the banter, she looked her up and down from all angles and then with a diligent smile, she said, "You seem to have gained a few pounds, lately you must’ve been living the good life, right?"
Song Qiao retorted, "Where have I gained pounds? I’ve obviously lost weight, okay?"
Decisively demolishing her comnt, Song Qiao wasn’t wrong, she really hadn’t gained any weight lately, and she had specifically weighed herself yesterday, only to find out she had lost weight.
She’s always been one who can’t easily gain weight. Damn it, at almost 170cm tall and not even 120 pounds, she looked a bit like she was suffering from malnutrition.
Her tabolism has always been like this, no matter how much she eats, she won’t put on much weight, which of course is the envy of many people.
Once, when Lu An’an learned of this fact, she nearly strangled her to death.
For this, Song Qiao also claid innocence; it wasn’t sothing she could desire if she wanted—obviously, it was innate.
Because from childhood to adulthood, she has never been a little fatty.
"Okay, okay, I was just joking," Lu An’an said with a beaming smile, then she pulled Song Qiao into the tea room. Seeing no one around, she turned to Song Qiao and said, "You’ve been on leave for so long, you don’t know that our company has hired so new employees, and they are the kind... well, with connections. They’re so annoying to look at, they never produce any results and keep bossing others around."
The colleagues around were busy with their own work, and Lu An’an directly took Song Qiao to the tea room and made her a cup of hot cocoa, handing it to her with a slight sigh.
Song Qiao really liked the hot cocoa made by Lu An’an. She didn’t know whether it was because the cocoa Lu An’an bought was genuine, or Lu An’an herself knew how to make it well. She had tasted it in shops outside, but it never tasted as good as what Lu An’an made, ensuring that Song Qiao would never miss out whenever Lu An’an made so.
Holding the cup, she blew on the steam that was rising up, then carefully took a sip, imdiately feeling her taste buds unfurl in pleasure. It was still as delicious as ever.
No one else ca into the tea room, just Lu An’an and Song Qiao. Holding the cup, Song Qiao looked at Lu An’an and laughed, "Are they also bossing you around?"
Lu An’an rolled her eyes, her voice dripping with disdain, "You think they dare?"
Song Qiao shook her head decisively, admitting, "They wouldn’t dare."
Lu An’an smiled, patting Song Qiao’s shoulder with a knowing air, "That’s right, no one dares to ss with , Lu An’an."
Song Qiao pursed her lips and stayed quiet, taking another sip, feeling like she couldn’t stop until she finished drinking.
Lu An’an took a sip and continued to speak, "You have no idea how annoying those won can be. Earlier, one of them had her eye on your position, downright trying to take your things and sit there herself. Of course, I wouldn’t let her get anywhere near your desk, but that woman went straight to the manager and complained about . I was severely reprimanded by the manager and the worst part is... that balding jerk listened solely to that woman’s side of the story, totally not giving a chance to plead my case, I was so furious I almost smashed his office."
— Five thousand words, nine thousand done for today, goodnight.
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