Chapter 348: Chapter 348

Song Qiao was taken aback, opening her mouth in a daze, "But your gunshot wound hasn’t healed yet."

"I can recover just as well at home." The man’s handsome and clean features no longer bore the paleness she had observed before; instead, his brows and eyes carried a hint of a smile as he continued to speak directly to Song Qiao, "And it’s more convenient at home. This way, you won’t have to come to the hospital after getting off work. It’s the same going home."

Song Qiao looked at him with some surprise but eventually said nothing. After all, Lu Jingchen’s attitude had clearly told her that she could go back to work, so she hummed in acknowledgment.

In the afternoon, as soon as Chen’s mother arrived, she promptly handled the discharge procedures. Sitting in the black Maybach, Song Qiao still made a polite call to Xi Mohan out of courtesy.

The phone was quickly connected, and Xi Mohan’s deep and elegantly soft voice, though only a simple "hello," revealed a deep sense of seduction.

Song Qiao’s other hand was caught by Lu Jingchen and played with. She resisted the urge to pull her hand back and spoke to Xi Mohan, "We’ve completed the discharge procedures today. You don’t have to come to see him at the hospital anymore."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a good while; after some time, the man’s deep and hoarse voice spoke with a hint of mockery, "I didn’t want to see him anyway."

As he spoke, he hung up the phone directly, and the sound of the call ending beeped.

Song Qiao, "...." stared at her phone, which had already been hung up, feeling frustrated and helpless.

Lu Jingchen sat beside Song Qiao. Seeing her seeming downcast, he raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "What’s wrong? Did he scold you?"

Song Qiao came back to her senses and shook her head, "No."

Silence fell in the car once again, and neither of them spoke for a while.

After a long while, Lu Jingchen rested his head on Song Qiao’s neck and kissed her gently yet almost imperceptibly, asking, "Qiaoqiao, what kind of wedding do you want?"

Song Qiao looked at him and frowned slightly, "What do you mean, what kind of wedding do I want?"

Lu Jingchen wrapped one arm firmly around her waist to keep her from evading, while his other hand pinched her chin, then began to kiss her delicately, his voice deep and pleasant to hear, "In just over twenty days, we’ll be holding our wedding. You can tell me what kind of wedding you want now; there’s still time."

Song Qiao belatedly realized he was referring to the announcement he made to Lu Tianming and the others during their visit to the old house. She was taken aback for a moment, having not expected he was so serious—she had thought he was just joking back then, simply saying it casually.

But it turned out to be true.

Suppressing the odd feeling in her heart, Song Qiao turned her head to avoid the man’s kiss and spoke lightly, "Whatever, I don’t mind. You can arrange it."

With a slight sinking of his eyes, Lu Jingchen didn’t say anything else but caught her chin and sealed her lips with his, his fiery tongue prying open her teeth and storming in, plundering her sweetness.

Song Qiao frowned slightly, trying to turn her head to avoid it, but the man held the back of her head with one hand, forcing her to endure the kiss.

The next day, Song Qiao had already packed up and returned to the company. Since she got together with Lu Jingchen, she’s been taking leave constantly, whether because of her grandfather, Ning Wan, or because of herself and Lu Jingchen. Now, counting on her fingers, she hasn’t really worked much in the past half a year.

After clocking in and entering the department, everyone paused briefly upon seeing her, then someone was the first to react, smiling and greeting Song Qiao, "Song Qiao, welcome back."

The words "welcome back" echoed in the office, and everyone quickly followed suit, all with kind smiles on their faces.

Lu An’an heard her and immediately stood up. As soon as she saw Song Qiao, a radiant and surprised smile spread across her face, and she rushed toward her and hugged her tightly, exclaiming, "Qiaoqiao, you’re finally back, I’ve missed you so much."

Song Qiao was both amused and exasperated, patting Lu An’an lightly and responding, "Missing me is enough, why would you say you’ve missed me to death?"

Lu An’an released her, but didn’t continue teasing and instead examined her from all angles, then cheerfully remarked, "You seem to have gained a few pounds; have you been living a happy little life recently?"

Song Qiao, "Where have I gained a few pounds? I’ve clearly lost weight, okay?"

Resolutely debunking the theory, Song Qiao wasn’t wrong; she really hadn’t gained weight recently. She even weighed herself the day before and found out she had actually lost some.

She’s always been the type who can’t easily gain weight, damn it, almost 1.7 meters tall and weighing less than 120 pounds, she looked like she was almost malnourished.

Her metabolism has always been , no matter how much she eats, she doesn’t put on much weight, naturally the envy of many.

Once upon a time, when Lu An’an learned about this, she almost choked Song Qiao to death.

So, Song Qiao also pleaded innocence, it’s not as if she could have chosen this, it was obviously natural.

After all, she had never been a little chubby since childhood.

"Alright, alright, I was just joking," Lu An’an said with a bright smile, then dragged Song Qiao to the pantry. Looking around to see no one else was there, she then said, "You’ve been on leave for so long, you don’t even know that our company has a few new employees... and they are the kind with... um, connections. They are so annoying, never producing any results and still bossing others around."

The colleagues around were busy with their own tasks, and Lu An’an took Song Qiao straight to the pantry, promptly making her a cup of hot cocoa and handing it over to her with a slight sigh.

Song Qiao really liked the hot cocoa that Lu An’an made. She didn’t know if it was because the hot cocoa Lu An’an bought was more authentic, or because Lu An’an herself knew how to make it well. She had tried it in other shops, but it never tasted as good as Lu An’an’s, so every time Lu An’an made some, Song Qiao would never miss out. Latest content published on NoveI-Fire.ɴet

Holding the cup, she blew on the steam, then carefully took a sip, feeling her taste buds stretch out, still as delicious as ever.

No one else came into the pantry, so it was just Lu An’an and Song Qiao. Holding the cup, Song Qiao looked at Lu An’an and laughingly asked, "Are they bossing you around too?"

Lu An’an rolled her eyes dismissively and countered, "Do you think they’d dare?"

Song Qiao shook her head, decisively admitting, "They wouldn’t dare."

Lu An’an smirked triumphantly, patting Song Qiao’s shoulder as she boasted, "Exactly, no one dares to mess with me, Lu An’an."

Song Qiao pressed her lips together, remaining silent, took another sip, feeling like she could never stop after starting until the very last drop.

Lu An’an took a sip and continued, "You have no idea how annoying those women can be. Before, one of them had her eye on your spot, and she actually tried to take your things and sit there herself. Of course, I didn’t let her touch your desk, but that woman went straight to the supervisor and complained about me, and I ended up getting a serious scolding from the boss. But what’s most annoying is... that balding jerk, he only listened to that woman’s one-sided story, totally not giving me a chance to explain myself, I was so furious I almost smashed his office."