Chapter 479: Chapter 479

Song Qiao looked at his jet-black hair and suddenly found it amusing, speaking out directly, "Lu Jingchen, what’s the point in doing this?"

From the beginning till now, she simply couldn’t comprehend this man. Even after so long since they got married, she still couldn’t understand him one bit.

Upon hearing Song Qiao’s words, Lu Jingchen remained silent. After fastening her seatbelt, he went straight to the driver’s seat and got in.

Song Qiao turned her head to look at the person driving the car, not sparing her a glance, her lips pursed, and for a moment, she really didn’t know what would be better to say.

Since Lu Jingchen wasn’t speaking, naturally, she wasn’t going to speak either.

After driving into the city center, the car did not head straight to the set. Instead, he parked in front of a breakfast restaurant.

Song Qiao turned her head to look at the restaurant in front of her, blinked for quite a while before finally asking, "Why did you come here?"

"To have breakfast." The man’s face was unchanged as he turned off the car, casually pulled out the key, opened the door and got out. Instead of going straight into the breakfast restaurant, he walked around to the passenger’s side to open the door.

Song Qiao hadn’t reacted yet when she felt the car door beside her open and then the man leaned in. Lowering her head, just in time she saw his lips slightly pursed, displaying a gentle expression.

The safety belt was unbuckled by the man himself, and immediately after, she felt herself being lifted and placed on the ground.

His breath was full of the familiar scent of a man and for a moment, she really wanted to push him away, not wanting him to touch her.

"Let’s go, have breakfast first, then I’ll send you straight to the set," Lu Jingchen said, but without waiting for her response, he took her hand and led her into the breakfast shop.

Lu Jingchen seemed very familiar with this breakfast shop, casually finding a spot after entering and beckoned for the waiter to come over to start ordering.

The restaurant didn’t look very upscale, just an average breakfast joint. Considering Lu Jingchen’s status, he shouldn’t be eating at a place .

Noticing the confusion in Song Qiao’s eyes, Lu Jingchen took two pairs of disposable chopsticks, sterilizing them in hot water, before speaking to the woman in front of him, "This place, I used to come often when I still lived with my foster parents. The shop has been here for decades, it has a good reputation, and there is a variety in breakfast choices. Many people like to eat here..."

Song Qiao involuntarily clenched her hand by her side the moment she heard Lu Jingchen mention his foster parents, her rosy lips pressed together, not saying a word.

As most of the breakfast here was prepared and kept in steaming baskets, ready to be served to customers, the service was very convenient. So, merely a short while after they sat down, before Lu Jingchen could continue speaking, the waiter had already served their breakfast.

Looking at the steaming, delicious assortment of breakfast items before her, Song Qiao likely had no appetite due to her moodiness.

However, the man didn’t seem to notice and directly handed her the chopsticks he held, with a voice that was still gentle, "Eat breakfast first."

Forced to grip the disposable chopsticks in her hand, Song Qiao’s gaze landed on the breakfast before her, poking at it with the chopsticks for a moment before she reluctantly began to eat.

She had barely eaten a few bites when the sound of high heels clicking on the floor reached her from behind, and suddenly a faint scent of perfume wafted into her nostrils. It wasn’t very strong, but still distinct. Song Qiao, who usually wasn’t fond of perfume, surprisingly felt no aversion at all.

Before looking up to see the visitor, a gentle female voice reached her ears, "Jingchen? So it really is you. I thought I was mistaken when I saw you over there just now. What a surprise to find you here, how come you have time to eat breakfast at my shop today?"

The voice was very pleasant to Song Qiao, but its owner seemed too familiar, which made her slightly frown and slowly lift her head to look. She then saw a slim figure walk past her and stop right in front of Lu Jingchen.

Due to her position, Song Qiao could only see the woman’s profile, her long hair, and the very red of her lips. Yet, even at a glance, she was certain this was a woman of high beauty.

Lu Jingchen looked up at the newcomer, immediately recognizing her, and subconsciously glanced across at Song Qiao, only to find her head down again, silently eating. His hand involuntarily tightened around the chopsticks as he turned to look at the person by his side, his expression as indifferent as ever. He moved his lips slightly before speaking, "Didn’t you go abroad to study? How come you’re here?"

The person looked to be around twenty years old, roughly the same age as Murong Rui, with a delicate face and somewhat bold makeup—quite pretty to look at.

Li Man revealed a smile as radiant as the stars, pulled up a chair beside her, and seated herself directly between Lu Jingchen and Song Qiao. It was unclear whether she genuinely hadn’t seen Song Qiao or pretended not to, as her eyes were fixed solely on Lu Jingchen and never once glanced at Song Qiao.

"Murong Rui came back, so I came back with her. She returned a week before me. I’ve only just come back to An City a couple of days ago, hence I haven’t had the chance to look for you, Jingchen. You wouldn’t mind, would you?" The young girl batted her eyes, which possibly had colored contacts, and even a simple blink appeared pitifully appealing.

As if not visiting Lu Jingchen was indeed a mistake on her part.

Hearing her words, Lu Jingchen felt no particular reaction. In his view, the girl in front of him wasn’t very familiar to him, although Li Man would often visit the Lu Family due to her friendship with Murong Rui and had met him a few times.

However, Lu Jingchen felt a barely perceptible discomfort in response to Li Man’s familiar address as "Jingchen brother". Orıginal content can be found at 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⚑𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⚑𝙣𝙚𝙩

Such a form of address irked him slightly, and whenever he heard someone call him that way, he felt the urge to correct them. Yet, this was a bit different with Murong Rui, who could be considered his sister and had been calling him that for over a decade—it had become a familiar sound to him.

The man’s face remained as expressionless as usual, but he courteously replied, "It’s nothing, I’ve just been somewhat busy lately."