Song Qiao looked at Murong Rui, whose face now appeared hideously twisted, and chose not to say anything more; after all, she knew when to stop while she was ahead.
Moreover, she had a little life inside her now; if Murong Rui suddenly went crazy and attacked her, she would be the one to suffer.
Forcing herself to suppress the anger and unwillingness in her heart, Murong Rui took a deep breath, but still gave Song Qiao a aningful look. She tried hard to hold back her anger, but couldn’t, her voice still hoarse and strained as she spoke, "Song Qiao, don’t be so pleased with yourself. Things are only just beginning; no one knows what will happen in the future. For instance, with you and Jingchen, do you think Jingchen really loves you? It’s not even certain if you’ll remain the Young Mistress of the Lu Family."
...
After Murong Rui left, she didn’t do anything more, only shouted so curses at the top of her lungs.
The family doctor arrived quickly; as for the maid nad A-Lan, aside from a slight fracture on the back of her hand where Murong Rui had stepped on it with a high heel, she only had so bruises and a minor burn on her back. Her back wasn’t a big issue.
"Madam, breakfast is ready, would you like to have it first?"
Song Qiao glanced at the doctor who was checking A-Lan inside, thought for a mont, then nodded in agreent.
Now she was not alone anymore; she had to eat three als a day on ti and eat well, otherwise it would not be good for the child inside her.
When Lu Jingchen returned, Song Qiao had just sat down at the dining table and started eating breakfast. When she heard the servant say ’Sir, you’re back,’ she rely glanced at the doorway, before quickly lowering her head to continue eating her breakfast.
Regarding this man, Song Qiao felt both angry and depressed now, believing that if it weren’t for this man’s flirtations, she wouldn’t have to face soone like the mad Murong Rui and always have to be on guard for her personal safety.
After changing his shoes, Lu Jingchen headed directly to the dining room. At the doorway, he saw Song Qiao eating breakfast, focusing intently. He instinctively paused, but quickly resud his normal pace and walked into the dining room.
As always, he directly sat down in the seat next to Song Qiao. The servant quickly brought him a new set of dishes and chopsticks and placed them before him.
Song Qiao didn’t look up, but she could hear the footsteps and soon caught the familiar masculine scent from the man beside her. This made her pause for a mont and slightly furrow her brows, but she didn’t do anything or say anything, just lowered her head and continued eating breakfast.
However, just because she wanted to eat breakfast quietly didn’t an the man wouldn’t say or ask anything.
As she finished a bowl of red bean porridge and prepared for a second bowl, a large, well-defined hand reached over and took the bowl from in front of her. Instinctively, Song Qiao turned her head to look at the man beside her, eting an exceptionally handso profile. Her lips moved, but she said nothing.
Lu Jingchen directly scooped a bowl of red bean porridge for Song Qiao and placed it back in front of her, then casually asked, "I heard from the servants that Xiao Rui ca by earlier?"
Song Qiao never had issues with food. She pulled the bowl toward herself again and replied without hesitation or consideration, "Yes."
After serving her the red bean porridge, Lu Jingchen didn’t turn his head back but continued looking at her as he asked, "Did she say anything to you or do anything?"
The woman turned her head to look at him, curled her lips into a smile, and responded with a question, "What do you think she would say or do?"
Lu Jingchen paused, naturally detecting the hostility in her tone, and his face instantly darkened as he said, "Song Qiao, there’s no need for you to be like a hedgehog."
He was well aware that she was like a little hedgehog, her spines standing up at the slightest danger or disturbance.
Because of this, Lu Jingchen always wanted to personally remove all the spines from her.
For a mont, Song Qiao didn’t speak. She held the small ceramic spoon in her hand, looking directly into the man’s eyes without backing down. But after a few seconds, she averted her gaze and lowered her head to continue eating her breakfast.
So things and decisions are not allowed to be changed.
And it’s she herself who won’t allow it.
Watching Song Qiao suddenly eat her breakfast quietly, Lu Jingchen felt inexplicably irritable. He lost interest in finishing his breakfast, stood up, and left the dining room without a backward glance.
The sound of his footsteps grew more distant until it disappeared.
Song Qiao’s breakfast-eating motion had already stopped the mont Lu Jingchen stood up. Her face showed no expression, making it hard to read her emotions; only the dimming light in her eyes seed to convey her current mood.
No longer in the mood to continue eating breakfast, she put down the spoon and called a servant over to clean up.
...
After leaving the dining room, Lu Jingchen headed toward the study on the second floor. He hesitated briefly when passing by the master bedroom, but only for a few seconds before continuing on to the study.
The study still had a desk and a white computer desk, on which sat a pink laptop that Song Qiao used regularly.
Several files were strewn ssily on the desk. Lu Jingchen had always been ticulously tidy, almost to the point of perfectionism, and couldn’t resist tidying up the ssy desk.
With his long fingers, he picked up the files and glanced down at them briefly, intending to organize them. But his body stiffened, his gaze fixated on one particular docunt, as if suspecting he’d misread sothing, and picked it up for a closer look.
Yet as he confird the contents, his expression grew ever colder and more severe.
Already in a bad mood due to feeling agitated, now seeing the contents of this docunt, he looked as if he were ready to kill soone.
The study’s air pressure suddenly dropped, and the atmosphere grew eerily quiet. The man couldn’t help but tighten his grip on the thin piece of paper, revealing bulging veins on his hand.
It was unclear how long it took before the man placed the paper back on the desk and turned to leave the study.
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