Chapter 393: Chapter 393

Lu Jingchen flopped back onto the bed, slid his finger across the screen to answer the call, and placed the phone to his ear. As he looked down, he saw the marks of kisses and bruises on his exposed skin, which were too horrific to behold, so he quickly covered them up with his sleeping robe, though he couldn’t help but curse at Lu Jingchen inside.

Yesterday, after Ning Wan and the others left, Lu Jingchen carried her back to the bedroom, saying he had a surprise for her that night.

As soon as the call connected, Song Xi didn’t speak at first. It took her a while before she tentatively called out her name, "Song Qiao?"

Supporting her waist, Song Qiao twisted a bit to feel more comfortable, then, with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, she answered Song Xi, "Song Xi, after all, we are half-sisters, though you have wronged me so much in the past, I have now let bygones be bygones since you’ve acknowledged and corrected your mistakes, so..."

Song Qiao didn’t finish her statement, purposely leaving Song Xi in suspense.

Indeed, Song Xi was not the patient type, driven by curiosity, she immediately asked, "So what?"

With a slight smile on her face that resembled the brilliant stars in the night sky, Song Qiao continued, "So, I’m allowing you to call me sister..."

Song Xi, "You..." Why don’t you just die?

"Song Xi, if you’re going to swear, you better think twice. I can hang up anytime and disregard what I just said," Song Qiao interrupted without letting Song Xi speak the second word, threatening her as nonchalantly as ever.

Song Xi was scared into silence, not daring to utter that second word. It took her a while to regain her voice, speaking defiantly, "You have made those promises in front of many people. Are you planning to go back on them now? Aren’t you afraid of losing face?"

"I still have two artists to manage, I could simply use that as an excuse not to take you on. Why worry about face if it could potentially kill me?" Song Qiao was utterly indifferent, raising her eyebrows lightly as she spoke leisurely.

Hearing this, Song Xi was so furious that she almost hung up the phone, but her rational mind told her not to act on impulse, for impulse is the devil.

She bit her teeth hard and after a while managed to say, "Then what do you want me to do for you to agree to take me on?"

Due to An Ke and Qin Zhe’s fame, many media outlets had unearthed that both newcomers were managed by Song Qiao, something Song Xi had seen online, even though she was initially skeptical.

She really liked the roles that An Ke and Qin Zhe played in "Life Reversal"; she had taken a liking to these two when the trailer first came out.

She had never expected that both of them were brought out by Song Qiao.

Song Qiao shifted her waist, then carefully stood up and limped towards the floor-to-ceiling window, abruptly pulling open the curtains, filling the room with sunlight.

Hearing Song Xi’s question, she hooked her lips and smiled, "Did you really think I was going to do something to you? Why so nervous? Come to the office at 7am tomorrow, I’ll arrange for someone to take you for training. If you can survive a week of training, I’ll take you on!"

After finishing her statement, without waiting for Song Xi to respond, Song Qiao hung up the phone immediately, glanced at the time on her phone, tossed it aside, and walked towards the wardrobe.

Meanwhile, at the Song Family residence, Song Xi was staring at her phone screen that had just been hung up, almost cursing at Song Qiao, but she stopped herself just in time, slowly digesting what Song Qiao had said. By the time she fully realized its implications, she almost jumped with excitement.

She was finally about to formally embark on her journey as an artist...

Euphoric, she quickly forgot all about Song Qiao’s irritating words. She went to her wardrobe, took out an outfit, changed, and prepared to go out to celebrate with her best girlfriends.

Training would only begin tomorrow, so today was all about having fun, a celebration before she embarked on her artist’s journey.

After changing and grabbing her bag to head downstairs, she happened to see her mother sitting in the living room reading the newspaper.

Seeing her, Song Xi’s mother immediately put down the newspaper and asked, "Xi’er, are you going out?"

Song Xi nodded with a smile, "Mom, I’m going out for a bit, I won’t be back for lunch."

"Where are you headed? Be careful on the road."

"Okay, mom, I got it."

"Oh, Xi’er." Just as Song Xi was about to leave the villa, her mother called out to her again, directly saying, "That vile Song Qiao has now married the CEO of CK Group, did you know? Who knows if that vile woman used some seductive tricks to hook the CEO of CK Group..." ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel{f}ire.net

Song Xi stopped in her tracks, hearing her mother’s words her smile faded, and her mood suddenly soured. She directly said to her mother, "Mom, can you stop calling Song Qiao a little bitch? After all, that is her business..."

"Xi’er, what’s gotten into you today?" Song Xi’s mother was very surprised by her reaction and dared not continue to badmouth Song Qiao. She asked in stunned disbelief.

Song Xi took out her shoes and put them on, looking at her mother expressionlessly, "Mom, I don’t know why you hate Song Qiao. At first, I didn’t like her either, but I never hated her to this extent. If you hadn’t always been speaking ill of her near me, maybe she and I could have been sisters. I know you hate her mother, but back then, you were the one who was wrong, and the most innocent person is Song Qiao..."

Hearing her daughter say this, Song Xi’s mother’s face changed instantly, "Xi’er..."

"Mom, Song Qiao said she would help me enter the entertainment industry, I no longer dislike her, nor do I hate her. So please, stop doing this, okay?"

The color drained from Song Xi’s mother’s face, and looking at her daughter, she suddenly felt very unfamiliar.

However, before her mother could respond, Song Xi didn’t get angry but just sighed softly and turned to leave.

It wasn’t entirely her mother’s fault; her grandmother also had a big part to play. If it weren’t for her grandmother often speaking ill of Song Qiao’s mother to her father, her mother wouldn’t have felt that she should have been the one to marry her father.

In fact, if you really traced it back, the biggest fault lay with her father.

After finishing lunch at noon and just about to head back to the bedroom to sleep, she heard the sound of a car engine outside.

Song Qiao had just started to get up when there was a sudden halt in her movement; she sat back down on the sofa and turned her head towards the door. A few minutes later, Lu Jingchen appeared at the doorway.

"Why are you back? Isn’t it work hours right now?" It was already almost two-thirty in the afternoon today, which was Lu Jingchen’s working hours since she had lunch quite late.

Seeing her sitting in the living room, the man didn’t even bother to change his shoes. He walked over to her, leaned down, and gently kissed the corner of her mouth, which filled Song Qiao with puzzlement.

What is going on with this man?

However, Lu Jingchen didn’t say a word, fervently kissing her as if he was devout. When she couldn’t take the kissing anymore, he unexpectedly delivered a passionate French kiss. This made Song Qiao’s eyes widen in surprise at his face so close to hers.

While Song Qiao was disoriented from the kiss, the man suddenly picked her up in a princess carry, "We are heading out now, I’m taking you to try on a wedding dress."

Song Qiao instantly clung to his neck, her mind still dazed from the kiss, but hearing his words, she suddenly became sober.

Her eyes widened with a hint of shock as she looked at the man in front of her as if she was lost for words, "Wha... What? Wedding dress fitting?"

He just picked her up and started walking outside, telling her they were going to try on wedding dresses.

This was completely without any prior notice, catching her totally off guard.

They had just bought the ring a couple of days ago, and now they were going to try on wedding dresses, wasn’t this a bit too rushed?

Lu Jingchen lowered his gaze to look at her, hummed in response, and the corners of his mouth curled into a slight smile. His eyes and brows carried a gentle expression, clearly in a good mood. Seeing Song Qiao looking as if she was shocked, he didn’t find it strange, "The wedding dress has arrived today; let’s have you try it and see. If it’s not suitable, we can have it altered."

Without waiting for Song Qiao to recover from her shock, he carried her straight to the parked Bentley Mulsanne outside.

Once she was placed in the passenger seat and buckled up, Song Qiao finally came back to her senses just as the passenger door closed. Looking at the man who then took the driver’s seat, she glanced down at her home clothes and suddenly said, "I haven’t changed my clothes yet..."

He fastened his seat belt and looked over at her clothes, then said, "It’s okay, this is fine, we are just trying on a wedding dress."

Song Qiao, "..." The key point was that her outfit looked very much like pajamas.

Because she was at home, she hadn’t thought much about it. Although the fabric was comfortable, she didn’t expect Lu Jingchen to come back and without caring about whether she needed to change her clothes, directly took her to try on a wedding dress.

They were going to a bona fide bridal shop, and her wearing what looked like pajamas home clothes there... How would that look?