Chapter 380: Chapter 380
After hanging up the phone, Song Qiao looked at her now-darken phone, overwhelmed with indecision, her heartbeat inexplicably quickening.
This wasn’t happiness but rather a heart racing out of anxiety that she couldn’t control. She glanced at her phone, hesitated for a moment but then decided to call Lu Jingchen directly.
It was just closing time for CK Group, but Lu Jingchen hadn’t gone out for dinner. Instead, he had his assistant order takeout. Had it not been for plans to eat with Song Qiao, he would have had the assistant order takeout these past few days, eating directly in his office before taking a rest and then getting back to work.
His phone rang on the desk. Lu Jingchen glanced at the caller ID, a slight raise of his eyebrows as he noticed it was Song Qiao, but he still picked up the phone and slid to answer the call.
The man didn’t speak, simply leaning back in his chair to relax, the sudden release from his usually taut posture giving way to a lax sensation.
"Lu Jingchen." Song Qiao walked slowly out of her office with the phone in hand, her face showing her constant indecision.
"What’s up?" The man’s voice was deep and slightly hoarse, void of any background noise, clearly located somewhere quiet.
Song Qiao thought for a moment and then decided to just say it, "Your father had someone call me; he wants to meet me. What do you think... I... should I meet him?"
Due to the last incident, she had developed a bit of psychological fear towards this elder Lu, fearing that if he asked her to leave Lu Jingchen and she disagreed, what would happen if she lost it again and he scalded her with boiling water?
The wound on her back had only recently healed, and she couldn’t lay down to sleep for quite a while during her recovery, managing only to sleep on her stomach. This had caused her some short-term discomfort in her chest, even once during a shower she noticed her breasts... seemingly had been compressed to appear smaller.
Her breasts weren’t large to begin with, and now they seemed even smaller, which had a "ten thousand alpacas galloping through her heart" at that moment.
This was just too damn frustrating.
Upon hearing Song Qiao mention his father seeking her out, Lu Jingchen’s previously half-closed eyes abruptly opened, a cold gleam flashing through them before he spoke with slightly parted lips, "Wait for me in the company. Don’t go anywhere. I will come to pick you up, then we can go down together."
Song Qiao was taken aback, clearly not expecting Lu Jingchen to make such a fuss. But after thinking it over, she nodded, "Okay."
She just wasn’t brave enough to confront elder Lu on her own just yet.
She didn’t have the confidence, after all, her marriage to his son wasn’t born out of love. They both had an agreement from the beginning, and she feared that she might accidentally reveal the truth if provoked.
If Lu Jingchen truly loved her and she loved him in return, then meeting Lu Tianming alone wouldn’t be impossible. Although lacking confidence, she would still harness the courage necessary.
After hanging up the phone, Song Qiao looked at the now darkened screen and sighed, obeying Lu Jingchen’s arrangement. She didn’t go straight down but headed towards the restroom instead.
As for the person sent to pick her up, she would let him wait downstairs; after all, she wasn’t planning on going down anytime soon. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the novel·fıre·net
Since it was off-hours, the restroom was pretty empty, with only a few others who also ordered takeout instead of heading out for a meal.
Just as Song Qiao entered the restroom, she suddenly felt a discomfort in her belly, as if a wave of heat surged down unnervingly, prompting a swift change of expression. Without a second thought, she took out a sanitary pad she’d always been prepared with and pushed her way into an empty stall.
It must be said, restrooms truly are the best places for eavesdropping on gossip. As soon as Song Qiao entered the stall, a group of women walked in—not to use the facilities but rather the sound of running water started, followed by the women’s chatter.
"Did you see the newspaper? Song Xi actually got married to CK Group’s president, my God, I thought I read it wrong this morning." A gentle female voice was the first to speak.
"I was startled too, but I didn’t see it for myself; a colleague told me to read it. She thought she had seen it wrong, too."