Chapter 501: Chapter 501

Only the two of them were in the elevator, the man, standing over one meter eighty, looked extremely tall and upright, while Song Xi, who was just one meter sixty-seven, appeared very petite next to Chu Munan.

Looking at her reflection with Chu Munan in the elevator mirror, Song Xi clenched the hand at her side, then released it, her reddish lips moved as if wanting to say something, but in the end, she said nothing.

It wasn’t until the elevator stopped at the first floor that she heard her own voice, "Chu... Chu Munan, do you like my sister?"

As the elevator door opened and the man, with his suit-clad long legs, was just stepping out, he heard Song Xi’s voice and involuntarily paused his step, yet he didn’t turn around, but he did answer her question, "I like her, is it that obvious?"

Song Xi felt an inexplicable pain in her heart; naturally, she understood the implication in Chu Munan’s words.

Chu Munan truly liked her older sister...

Suddenly, she felt a strong discomfort in her heart, but she still showed a somewhat forced smile, "Yes, the way you look at my sister is different, it’s easy for one to notice that you like her..."

Chu Munan pursed his lips and said nothing, his face showing a meaningful smile as he strode towards the hotel entrance.

Watching the man’s retreating figure, Song Xi tried hard to suppress the discomfort in her heart and quickly followed him.

Inside the presidential suite, after Chu Munan and Song Xi left, only Song Qiao and Lu Jingchen remained.

Knowing that only she and Lu Jingchen were left in the room, Song Qiao felt the air pressure suddenly drop, no longer holding the cup in her hand, she put it directly on the table and then looked up at the man before her, "Is there something you wanted to talk about?"

Lu Jingchen stood there looking down at the small face that could fit in the palm of his hand, noticing her pale complexion and especially those watery eyes that seemed to reveal a fragile look. The anger that had been simmering within him because of Song Qiao and Chu Munan came to the hotel suddenly and mysteriously dissipated. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✶𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✶𝕟𝕖𝕥

Taking a deep breath, Lu Jingchen’s tone became somewhat gentler, "Are you feeling unwell? Do you need to go to the hospital for a check-up? I won’t go to the office today, I’ll stay with you, is that okay?"

These words had always been on his mind, but he never had the chance to say them.

In work, he could give his wholehearted effort to do well, but since he found out that Song Qiao started to evade her feelings towards him, every time he sat in his office, in front of the computer, looking at documents worth tens of millions or even billions, what emerged in his mind was still Song Qiao’s palm-sized face.

Sometimes, he would think of her out of the blue, wondering if she had eaten well, if she had rested enough, or even if she thought of him just as he thought of her.

He even frequently harbored the desire to bring her to his side, to have her accompany him twenty-four hours a day.

However, whenever these thoughts arose, he would immediately suppress them, not allowing himself to act on such impulses.

Hearing Lu Jingchen’s words, Song Qiao was momentarily stunned, then promptly shook her head, "I’m fine, no need to go to the hospital."

Even if there was something wrong, she couldn’t possibly go to the hospital with Lu Jingchen, after all, she was already pregnant and didn’t plan to tell Lu Jingchen; if they went to the hospital, he would definitely find out.

The man in front of her suddenly fell silent, just standing there looking fixedly at her with a difficult-to-read expression on his face.

Song Qiao had been keeping her head up to look at him, and after holding the pose for too long, her neck was inevitably sore; she withdrew her gaze to look down at the coffee table in front and spoke, "If there’s nothing else, you can go back first, I’ll rest here for a bit longer before returning to the set..."

"Song Qiao..." However, before she could finish speaking, the man abruptly cut her off, calling her by name with a tone that still carried a tender quality, but if one listened carefully, a sense of powerlessness could be detected.

Song Qiao was taken aback, lifting her eyes to look at him again, her expression clearly waiting for him to speak.

Lu Jingchen had been looking down at her all along, his expression appeared indifferent, yet his hand at his side unconsciously formed into a fist; after a long while, he continued speaking, and called out her nickname again, "Qiaoqiao, do you really want to divorce me?"

For a moment, Song Qiao felt as if she collided with those profound eyes, irresistibly drawn into them.

The man’s deep and pleasant voice echoed in her ears, conveying a sense of desolation. Blinking her eyes, she then clearly saw the pained expression on Lu Jingchen’s face, inexplicably feeling that his face revealed a sort of agony.

Her mind suddenly recalled her knowledge of him - countless times in her memory, he had always been cold and decisive, never procrastinating in his work, nor showing any excess emotion.

She couldn’t pinpoint exactly when she fell in love with this man, but since marrying him, she had experienced happiness, sorrow, and even pain.

It took her a while to gather her thoughts, her lips moved slightly before she spoke, "If I really want to divorce, would you agree to it?"