Song Qiao looked at Lu Jingchen in front of her, still acting as he pleased, and was so angry she almost ground her silver teeth to bits.
Lu Jingchen’s reaction gave Song Qiao a feeling that no matter what she said or did, the man in front of her wouldn’t knit his eyebrows or show the slightest displeasure.
Imdiately, Song Qiao’s temper flared up as well. She turned her head to one side and said sulkily, "I’m not eating, get out, I don’t want to see you now..."
Lu Jingchen paused with the ceramic spoon in his hand, his dark and deep eyes fixed on the side of the woman’s face, his heart already far from calm.
Even though there was no change in his facial expression, if you looked down at his hand holding the ceramic bowl, you’d see he was exerting so much force that the veins on the back of his hand were distinctly popping out, as if a little more pressure would shatter the bowl.
For a mont, the atmosphere in the hospital room beca strangely silent, and no one spoke.
To be precise, Song Qiao didn’t want to give Lu Jingchen a chance to speak, and even if Lu Jingchen had a lot to say, seeing Song Qiao’s attitude and appearance now left him speechless.
Who knows how long it had been, just as Song Qiao maintained this position, feeling as if her neck were about to break, she heard the sound of a ceramic bowl being placed on the table behind her, followed by the man’s deep, slightly hoarse voice at her ear, unhurried and asured, "I’ll go out first, drink the porridge later yourself, if you need anything, call the nurse and let know."
Song Qiao didn’t say a word or move a bit.
Lu Jingchen gave her a deep look, then without saying anything further, stood up and turned to walk out of the hospital room.
It wasn’t until she heard the sound of the hospital room door closing behind her that Song Qiao finally turned her head to look towards the door, indeed
there was no longer any sign of the man in the room.
Song Qiao let out a sigh of relief, reached out to rub her neck, feeling a bit frustrated, partly because she was annoyed, and partly because she wasn’t ready to face this man, yet now they had t in such a manner.
Furthermore, she was already certain that it was Lu Jingchen who had the police arrest her and take her to the station, which made her want to strangle that man directly.
Although she knew full well she wasn’t a match for the man.
...
Assistant Xue ca looking for Lu Jingchen, who was standing in the hallway smoking. Given Lu Jingchen’s status, it was openly displayed there, so no one dared say anything against him.
Even though Song Qiao wasn’t in any serious trouble, Lu Jingchen still arranged a VIP hospital room for her, and there weren’t many people living in VIP rooms, so nurses and doctors rarely co up here, unless sothing happened with a patient here, or they ca to check rounds.
The hallway was very quiet, so quiet that no one appeared, and when Lu Jingchen saw Assistant Xue appear, he had no excess reaction, just glanced lightly before lowering his head to look at the tips of his shoes.
Assistant Xue walked directly to Lu Jingchen’s side, politely greeting him, "President."
Lu Jingchen responded with a sound, then asked, "How is the investigation going?"
Assistant Xue hesitated for a mont, then spoke, "Madam indeed used to live in Paris, but other than that we haven’t found any other information about her, it seems soone deliberately erased traces of Madam’s life in Paris..."
Lu Jingchen’s body stiffened, his deep eyes with an inscrutable look, Assistant Xue watched his boss cautiously, refraining from speaking imdiately.
Once Lu Jingchen seed to have stayed silent long enough, he continued, "Go on."
"There’s one more thing we found strange, no matter how we investigate, we can’t find out where, which hospital Madam gave birth to Young Master..."
"..."
Song Qiao finally couldn’t resist her stomach’s protests, obediently finished all the porridge Lu Jingchen brought her, feeling much better in her stomach afterward.
After resolving her hunger problem, she rembered a very important thing, she didn’t have a penny on her, not even her phone or other things including luggage and ID, were not here.
When she was taken to the police station earlier, these things had been confiscated by the police, and Lu Jingchen went to find her, so these things should be in his hands now...
Thinking of this, Song Qiao’s brow furrowed again, she originally didn’t want to see Lu Jingchen during this period, but her phone and docunts were all in that bag, along with her luggage, making it impossible for her to find Shinian and Gu Xiyan.
Just then, there was a knock at the hospital room door from outside, Song Qiao imdiately ca back to her senses and turned to look at the door, guessing that the knock wasn’t Lu Jingchen, because if it were him, that man wouldn’t be so polite to knock, he’d just push the door directly.
So she cleared her throat a bit before speaking plainly, "Please co in."
The hospital room door opened, and Assistant Xue walked right in.
Seeing Assistant Xue, Song Qiao felt like she breathed a sigh of relief, stretched her lips into a smile, and said calmly, "Assistant Xue, long ti no see, how have the past five years treated you?"
Assistant Xue, seeing Song Qiao smiling charmingly without airs, felt his heart skip a beat, wondering if the President saw the Madam smiling at himself, whether he’d dock his pay or have him pack to go back ho and farm?
Suppressing his inner concerns, Assistant Xue quietly closed the hospital room door, with a gentle smile on his face, calling her, "Madam..."
Hearing Assistant Xue call her that, Song Qiao’s face darkened imdiately, quickly raising her hand to interrupt him, correcting, "Wait, I divorced Lu Jingchen five years ago, you should change how you call and address as Miss Song."
Madam...
Hearing this title, Song Qiao was instantly enraged, she hadn’t even finished settling scores with Lu Jingchen yet.
However, thinking of her son she hadn’t seen in four years, Song Qiao felt deeply pained, wondering how that little boy was doing now, if Lu Jingchen was treating him well, if he was eating well and growing well, wondering if he ever got mischievous like little Nianhuan sotis?
Thinking of this, Song Qiao’s gaze fell on Assistant Xue, subconsciously asking, "Assistant Xue, can I ask you a question?"
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