The servant imdiately responded and turned to call Zuo Yuqing.
Lu Tianming sat on the sofa without moving. His face remained incredibly dark, as if a whole layer of anger was seething inside him, wanting to be vented but with nowhere to release it.
As for his son, he felt more helplessness than anything, but anger played a significant role as well, most of it probably stemming from Song Qiao, the woman who seed to have appeared out of nowhere to cause trouble for him.
Except for Yu Xia, no matter which woman he saw, none of them were worthy of his son, in any respect.
And Yu Xia, as the only daughter of the Yu Family, was perfectly matched with his son in every aspect, be it in education, upbringing from a young age, or appearance. Even though he noticed that the girl from the Yu Family wasn’t very interested in his son, that wasn’t a problem.
...
Zuo Yuqing received the call from Lu Tianming, relayed by a servant, while she was filming. Her assistant answered first and then handed it to her.
"Sister Yuqing, why did Mr. Lu call you?" The assistant, standing right by Zuo Yuqing’s side, handed her so water and used a wet wipe to help her wipe off the sweat from her face due to the heat, asking inadvertently.
Zuo Yuqing took the water, frowning slightly, unsure how to answer the question.
So, she didn’t respond to the assistant but instead pondered what Lu Tianming could want from her at the Lu Family house.
To Zuo Yuqing, the feeling toward Lu Tianming was a mix of reverence, fear, and resentnt.
The reason she broke up with Lu Jingchen and went abroad to work her way up alone was because of what Lu Tianming said back then. To this day, she couldn’t forget his words, as if they were deeply rooted in her heart, impossible to remove in this lifeti.
Her hand clenched into a fist by her side. After twisting open the bottle and taking a sip, Zuo Yuqing handed it back to the assistant and said, "I have sothing to attend to, so I’ll leave first. I’ve finished my scenes for today. Let the director know I’ll be back tomorrow afternoon for my scenes."
The assistant paused, then hesitated and said, "But Sister Yuqing, Young Master Lin said he would co to see you later..."
Lin Musen...
Zuo Yuqing squinted her eyes, with no intention to stay and wait for Lin Musen. She instructed her assistant, "If Young Master Lin cos looking for , tell him I’ve left for so business and I’ll treat him to a al as an apology when I have ti."
After saying this, she ignored whatever the assistant wanted to say and went directly toward the dressing room, lifting her heavy ancient costu skirt.
She could apologize to Lin Musen for today’s canceled eting, but she couldn’t refuse Lu Tianming’s call. Even though it wasn’t Lu Tianming himself who called, the call from his servant carried his instructions. If she didn’t go this ti, she might never have the chance to engage with the Lu Family again, making her reunion with Lu Jingchen even more impossible.
To be with Lu Jingchen, she first had to pass Lu Tianming’s test.
She understood this logic well enough.
...
Accompanied by Lu Jingchen, Song Qiao picked a small basket of grapes, standing under the grape arbor, looking at the glistening bunches of grapes overhead and beside her, feeling as if her mouth was watering.
From Lu Jingchen’s perspective, the woman in front of him appeared as if she were a starving little beggar who couldn’t resist stuffing the delicious-looking grapes into her stomach.
The man stood beside the woman, towering a solid ten centiters or more above Song Qiao with his height approaching one ter ninety, bringing to mind the internet term ’adorable height difference.’
Looking down at her delicate little face, his deep eyes fixed on her, seemingly harboring a smile, "What are you thinking?"
Song Qiao raised her eyes to look at him, smiling with curved brows, "I’m thinking, if we grew a few grapevines in the backyard, and made an arbor, wouldn’t that be great? Whenever the grapes ripen, and I want so, I can just pick a few, and they’ll be fresh."
"If you want sothing, you can just go out and buy it, can’t you?"
Song Qiao pouted uncomfortably at him and retorted, "But the ones you buy outside aren’t as sweet and definitely not as fresh as the ones you pick yourself, are they?"
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