Getting straight back into bed, she slid to answer the call and put the phone to her ear, lowering her head to see the kiss and pinch marks visible on her skin, which were simply too awful to behold. She tugged at her robe to cover them up, but inside she couldn’t help but start cursing that man, Lu Jingchen.
He’s simply a beast.
After Ning Wan and the others left yesterday, Lu Jingchen carried her back to the bedroom, saying he had a surprise for her that night. It turned out that his so-called surprise was to roughly ’serve’ her.
In Lu Jingchen’s words, it was to make sure she was thoroughly comfortable.
Comfort my ass, now her back and waist are killing her.
When the call connected, Song Xi didn’t speak at first. It took her a while before she tentatively called out her na, "Song Qiao?"
Supporting her waist and twisting a little, feeling a bit better, Song Qiao then spoke with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile to Song Xi on the other end, "Song Xi, after all, we are half-sisters, though you did many wrongs to in the past, I’ve let bygones be bygones since you’ve shown remorse, so..."
Song Qiao didn’t finish, leaving Song Xi hanging intentionally.
Indeed, Song Xi was soone who couldn’t hold her curiosity, imdiately driven by it, she quickly asked, "So what?"
Song Qiao smiled slightly, her smile bright like a multitude of brilliant stars in the night sky, and said directly, "So, I’ll allow you to call sister..."
Song Xi, "You..." How can you not drop dead?
"Song Xi, if you’re going to curse, think twice, because I can hang up anyti now and disregard what I just said." Not letting Song Xi utter another word, Song Qiao interrupted her, confidently threatening her without a change in her deanor.
Song Xi was initially frightened, not daring to say the word she intended to say. After a while, she managed to find her voice again, discontent in her tone, "You made a promise in front of many people before, are you planning to go back on it now? Aren’t you afraid of losing face?"
"I have two other artists to manage, and could easily use that as an excuse not to take you. What’s face worth if I’m worked to death?" Song Qiao still didn’t care, raising her eyebrows slightly as she leisurely spoke.
Hearing this, Song Xi was so angry she almost hung up the phone, but rationality told her not to act impulsively, as impulse is the devil.
She gritted her teeth before finally speaking, "Then what do you want to do, that you would agree to take under your wing?"
Because An Ke and Qin Zhe had beco well-known, many dia outlets revealed their agent, Song Qiao, which Song Xi had seen online herself, initially with so disbelief.
She particularly liked the roles that An Ke and Qin Zhe played in "Life Reversal". Ever since the teaser was released, she admired the two actors.
But she had not expected that both of them were grood by Song Qiao.
Song Qiao moved her waist slightly, then carefully stood up, her steps toward the floor-to-ceiling window seeming sowhat limp. She swiftly pulled open the curtains, instantly filling the room with sunlight.
Hearing Song Xi ask her own question, she hooked her lips into a smile and said, "Did you really think I was going to do sothing to you? Why so nervous? Be at the company by seven o’clock tomorrow morning, I’ll arrange for soone to take you to training. If you survive a week, I’ll take you under my wing!"
After speaking, she didn’t wait for Song Xi to respond and imdiately hung up the phone, glanced at the ti on her phone, and regardless of anything else, threw the phone aside and headed for the wardrobe.
At that mont, Song Xi at the Song Family residence, looking at the now disconnected phone screen in her hand, almost burst out cursing Song Qiao, but managed to stop herself just in ti, slowly processing Song Qiao’s words. By the ti she fully realized what had been said, she nearly jumped up.
She was finally about to embark on the path of being an artist...
Feeling overjoyed, she quickly forgot all the irritating things Song Qiao had said, walked to her own wardrobe, fetched an outfit, and got ready to go out to celebrate with her best friends.
Training starts tomorrow, today she was going to have fun, considering it a celebration before stepping onto the path of an artist.
After changing and taking her bag downstairs, she happened to see her mother sitting in the living room reading the newspaper.
As her mother saw her, she imdiately set down the newspaper and asked, "Xi’er, are you going out?"
Song Xi humd affirmatively, her face bearing a smile, "Mom, I’m stepping out for a bit, I won’t be back for lunch."
"Where are you going? Be careful on the road."
"Okay, Mom, I got it."
"By the way, Xi’er." Just as Song Xi was about to leave the villa, her mother called out to her again, and directly said, "That little wench Song Qiao is now married to the president of CK Group. Did you know that? I don’t know if that little wench used so kind of seduction tactics to hook up with the president of CK Group..."
Song Xi’s steps halted, and the smile on her face vanished instantly, her previously good mood turned sowhat sour as she directly spoke to her mother, "Mom, can’t you stop calling Song Qiao a little wench all the ti? Whatever it is, it’s their business..."
"Xi’er, what’s gotten into you today?" Surprised by Song Xi’s reaction, her mother hesitated to continue speaking ill of Song Qiao and asked in stunned voice.
Song Xi took out her shoes to change, looking at her mother expressionlessly, "Mom, I really don’t understand why you hate Song Qiao. Initially, I didn’t like her that much, but it’s not to the extent of hatred. If it weren’t for your constant badmouthing into my ear, maybe we could still be sisters. I know you hate her mother, but the fault was originally yours, and the most innocent person is Song Qiao..."
At her daughter’s words, Song’s mother’s face turned pale, "Xi’er..."
"Mom, Song Qiao ntioned she would help enter the entertainnt industry. I no longer dislike her now, and I certainly don’t hate her, so please, can you stop this?"
Her mother’s complexion turned ashen, looking at her daughter, she suddenly felt very estranged.
However, without waiting for her mother’s response, Song Xi was not angry, but sighed softly and then turned around and left.
Actually, it wasn’t entirely her mother’s fault; her grandmother also bore much of the bla. If her grandmother hadn’t always spoken ill of Song Qiao’s mother into her father’s ears, her mother wouldn’t have believed she should have married her father.
All in all, at the root of it, the biggest fault lay with her father.
...
After lunch, just when she was about to return to the bedroom to sleep, the sound of a car engine could be heard from outside.
Song Qiao was ready to get up but then sat back on the sofa, turned her head towards the door, and a few minutes later, Lu Jingchen appeared at the door.
"Why are you back? Isn’t it work ti now?" It was now almost half-past two, around the ti Lu Jingchen usually worked.
The man, seeing her sitting in the living room, didn’t bother changing his shoes, walked over to her, bent down beside her, and kissed the corner of her mouth with both his strong arms supported beside her, filling Song Qiao’s head with confusion.
What’s with this man?
But Lu Jingchen didn’t say a word, dedicating himself to the kiss, and when she could hardly bear it anymore, he unexpectedly gave her a deep French kiss, causing Song Qiao’s eyes to widen in shock at the face so close to hers.
As Song Qiao was lost in the kiss, the man suddenly scooped her up in a princess carry and declared, "We are heading out now, to try on a wedding dress."
Song Qiao imdiately clung to his neck, and though she was still dazed from the kiss, upon hearing his words, she snapped to clarity.
Her eyes widened with a mix of shock, staring speechless at the man in front of her, "Wh...What? Wedding dress?"
Carrying her in his arms, he headed outside, telling her they were going to try on a wedding dress.
This was utterly without any prior notice, catching her completely off-guard.
Just two days ago they had bought rings, and today they were going to try on a wedding dress; wasn’t this all too rushed?
Lu Jingchen lowered his gaze to look at her, humd in agreent, the corners of his lips slightly curving into a smile, his eyes and eyebrows soft, clearly in a good mood. Seeing the bewildered look on Song Qiao’s face, he seed not at all surprised, "The wedding dress arrived today, you should try it first, and we can have it altered if it doesn’t fit."
With that, he didn’t wait for Song Qiao to recover from her shock, instead he carried her straight to the parked Bentley Mulsanne.
By the ti she was placed in the passenger seat and had her seatbelt fastened, Song Qiao had returned to her senses just as the door was shut. The man sat down in the driver’s seat, and she glancing at her ho attire, said, "I haven’t changed my clothes yet..."
He buckled his seatbelt and glanced at her attire, comnting, "It’s fine, it’s just to try on a wedding dress."
Song Qiao, "..." The problem was that her outfit resembled sleepwear.
Since it was comfortable, she hadn’t thought much about it as she was at ho. She hadn’t expected that Lu Jingchen would co ho and without considering a change of her clothes, directly take her to try on a wedding dress.
And the bridal shop was a formal business; going there dressed in what looked like sleepwear... what would it look like?
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