Chapter 320: Chapter 320

The words of the old Madam Song directly pierced into Song Qiao’s ears, causing her complexion to turn gloomy instantly. Almost without thinking, she hung up the phone.

Her heart felt inexplicably and extremely uncomfortable. Whenever others mentioned her mother, she would always feel sad. After all, her mother had passed away so many years ago, why were there still people who couldn’t let her be?

Most importantly, this person used to be the grandma she obediently called out to in a sweet voice, desperately trying to win her favor.

Seemingly not satisfied yet, Song Qiao picked up her phone, redialed the number from just now, and without a second thought, straightaway ’incidentally’ added the old Madam Song’s number to the blacklist.

However, her heart still ached terribly. Remembering how her own mother had silently made many sacrifices for the Song Family without any return, and how even after death, the old Madam Song used it to lecture her, making her almost feel an impulse to rush to the Song Family and scold the old Madam Song.

The door was knocked from the outside, followed by Yu Xia’s voice tinged with a trace of joy, "Song Qiao, are you in there?"

Song Qiao composed herself, glanced at her phone, headed back to her bedroom, placed her phone on the desk, and then walked over to open the door, only to see Yu Xia standing at the doorway holding several books, paused, "What’s this...?"

Yu Xia followed Song Qiao’s gaze to the books in her arms. The first book she saw was entitled ’How to Conquer a Cold and Aloof Man’.

Yu Xia’s face flushed red, hurriedly took that book out of sight and placed it at the bottom of the pile, her face full of embarrassed expression, inwardly lamenting, how had she mistakenly brought this book too?

With a forced smile, Yu Xia looked at Song Qiao and gave a slight smile, saying, "I came to ask if I could use your study for a bit? I still have some material to input. I didn’t bring my laptop, so I was wondering if I could borrow yours."

This villa has two studies, one is used for Lu Jingchen’s work. Originally, there was only Lu Jingchen’s study, but as Song Qiao started using the study more frequently, Lu Jingchen had someone transform one of the bedrooms into a study exclusively for Song Qiao’s work and movie watching.

As for entering Lu Jingchen’s study, Yu Xia naturally knew she couldn’t do that. If any important document was lost, she would really get into trouble if Lu Jingchen held her accountable.

Understanding the situation, Song Qiao nodded, "Sure, the study should be locked right now, let me find the keys for you, please wait here for a moment."

Yu Xia nodded, and Song Qiao went back to the bedroom, opened the drawer to look and didn’t see the keys. After thinking for a moment, she went into the walk-in closet, rummaged through a jacket she had worn a couple of days ago, and sure enough, found the keys in the pocket.

With the keys in hand, she walked out of the bedroom, "Found them, let’s go. I’ll open the door for you. You can use it as long as you want; I don’t need it today."

Yu Xia immediately followed Song Qiao, thanking her, "Song Qiao, thank you so much."

Song Qiao smiled, said nothing, and walked directly to the study door to unlock it. She then went straight in and drew back the curtains, revealing a large bookshelf filled with various books of almost every genre, a lavender sofa, a coffee table, a desk, and a comfortable executive chair, along with several other chairs – that was the rough layout of the study.

Song Qiao walked over to the computer and turned it on, waiting for it to boot up before she keyed in the password.

Song Qiao rarely used the study unless she had unfinished business work to take care of at home, or if she was too bored on weekends, she’d nestle in the study and read book after book.

This place was indeed a great spot to pass the time.

However, in reality, if it were about reading, she preferred spending time at those big bookstores outside because they were also very quiet, and occasionally, there would be a stranger or two nearby reading a book.

Since her childhood, she had a dream of owning a bookstore when she grew up, where she could serve coffee and beverages, and where customers could not only read in their seats but also order a drink to enjoy while reading.

It’s just that... childhood dreams eventually remained in childhood. As she grew up, she realized opening a bookstore was simple, but she had no interest in managing one. Instead, she found that she preferred being an agent.

Yu Xia placed the books on the table and looked up at Song Qiao, who was busy with the computer. She thought for a moment and then decided to ask, "Song Qiao, can I ask you a question?"

Song Qiao, having entered the password incorrectly several times, didn’t exactly remember what it was as she had recently set it and was afraid of Lu Jingchen discovering her little secret one day if he used her computer. How embarrassing would that be?

After entering the password a few times, she finally got it right. Hearing Yu Xia’s question, she stood up and looked at her with a slight smile, "Ask away, what do you want to know?"

As for Yu Xia, Song Qiao couldn’t say she disliked her. In fact, she quite liked Yu Xia’s personality. Just after a few hours of interaction, she was quite sure that Yu Xia’s personality was quite similar to Jian Xia’s. It was only recently through Lu Jingchen that Song Qiao came to know that Yu Xia and Jian Xia were good friends, and their mothers were best friends as well, and that their names were given by their mothers.

Jian Xia’s personality was somewhat impulsive, sometimes appearing brash and very open-minded.

Yu Xia seemed very straightforward and wasn’t afraid of Lu Jingchen like others. Instead, she dared to argue with him.

To tell the truth, she actually admired this about Yu Xia because even she was sometimes a little afraid of Lu Jingchen.

Even though they were husband and wife.

Yu Xia hesitated for a moment, then looking directly at Song Qiao’s face, she asked bluntly, "Song Qiao, do you love Lu Jingchen?"

Actually, she had wanted to ask this question from the beginning, not because she wanted to probe whether Song Qiao loved Lu Jingchen in order to take him back for herself, as that would never happen.

The reason she asked was that when she saw Song Qiao, she couldn’t help but want to ask subconsciously.

Song Qiao hadn’t expected Yu Xia to ask this question either, and was momentarily stunned, unable to reply immediately.

Yu Xia didn’t ask again but simply stood there waiting for her answer with seriousness in her eyes.

After a long pause, Song Qiao smiled slightly and answered, "Is that important?"

Yu Xia was taken aback, disbelief in her eyes, and almost instinctively she replied, "Isn’t it important?"

Song Qiao was still smiling, her smile bright as stars, shaking her head, "It’s not important to me, all I know is Lu Jingchen doesn’t love me."

With that, she stood up, moved a couple of steps away to free up space, and said to Yu Xia, "Alright, you can use the computer now, I’m going out. If you need anything, just ask Chen’s mother."

Yu Xia replied, "Okay!"

It wasn’t until Song Qiao left the bedroom that Yu Xia slowly came back to her senses, but she was really puzzled by Song Qiao’s words just now because Song Qiao’s tone was so certain, convinced that Lu Jingchen did not love her. Updates are released by N0veI.Fiɾe.net

Meanwhile, at the Song Family ancestral home, the elderly Mrs. Song sat in the living room looking at the phone in her hand that had been hung up on, fuming with rage. She turned to her son seated beside her and scolded, "Look at your eldest daughter. I knew she had no respect for her elders. I should have disciplined her more on your behalf back then."

Song Xi’s mother’s expression was not great, not so much because of the outburst from the elderly Mrs. Song but because the old lady had just mentioned Song Qiao’s mother. She had clearly seen a slight change in her husband’s expression.

This sparked a feeling of insecurity that had not surfaced for many years within her, and probably because the man beside her noticed her unease and inquired with concern, his face had already resumed an entirely normal appearance, showing no sign of the earlier agitation, as if she had been hallucinating.

But she was certain it was not a hallucination.

Upon hearing the elderly Mrs. Song’s words, the man dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, who had been silent, cast a mild glance at his mother and said, "Mom, you know how Song Qiao has always been. If you hadn’t repeatedly made things difficult for her back then and even clearly conveyed to Song Qiao your dislike of her, she wouldn’t be acting towards you now."

This middle-aged man was Song Qiao’s father, who although was already over fifty, looked several years younger than his actual age, without a single grey hair on his head.

The elderly Mrs. Song, hearing her son speak , became furiously indignant and pointed at him demanding, "Are you implying that from start to finish, I, your mother, have been at fault here?"

Perhaps because her son had never addressed her in such a way before, blaming her abruptly made it hard for the elderly Mrs. Song to accept and her face turned into an ugly shade of anger.

Song Feng slightly furrowed his brows, trying to explain, "Mom, you don’t need my explanation to know whether it was indeed your fault back then."

The elderly Mrs. Song grew even more enraged, "Song Feng, you still call me ’Mom’ now, do you see what you are saying? Is this even sensible? You’re blaming your own mother now? Why don’t you go educate that bastard Song Qiao?"

Hearing his mother refer to Song Qiao in such terms, Song Feng’s face also turned unpleasant and he did not say anything more, but his expression was clearly displeased.