However, he also knows that his little wife is a bit stubborn both in personality and temper, so he can only follow behind Song Qiao to prevent any accidents and be ready to catch her.

However, his worry was actually unnecessary...

After helping Ning Wan into the living room and letting her sit on the sofa, Song Qiao finally looked at the man who had been following her since she got out of the car. She pursed her lips, opened her mouth with a bit of helplessness, and said, "Aren’t you going to the company? I’ll stay home with Wanwan for a while, you should go."

Lu Jingchen stood tall in front of her, but didn’t move, instead speaking with a slight tone of grievance, "But I haven’t had lunch yet."

At his words, Song Qiao instinctively turned to glance at the clock on the wall and only then realized it was already around eleven thirty to twelve. Suddenly, she reacted, "Sorry, I forgot the time, I’ll go cook now with Aunt Chen."

Lu Jingchen gave her a deep look, didn’t say another word, and directly headed towards the second floor.

Song Qiao, "..."

She stood there, a bit dazed, watching Lu Jingchen’s back. For a while, she couldn’t react, blinking in some confusion.

Ning Wan sat there, took a sip of the lemon water that the servant had just brought, finally feeling some comfort in her throat. Previously, at Xi Mohan’s place, she hadn’t eaten much, nor drank much water, after all, she and Xi Mohan are no longer the same as they were before.

Her gaze fell on Song Qiao in front of her, and Ning Wan spoke directly, "Aren’t you going after him?"

Song Qiao turned to look at her, blinking, clearly looking a bit unresponsive, with some confusion in her eyes.

Ning Wan sighed, put down the lemon water cup in her hand, turned to glance at the direction of the second floor, seeing Lu Jingchen had already disappeared around the corner, she withdrew her gaze and looked at Song Qiao again, speaking helplessly, "Qiaoqiao, we’re best friends, we can have a great relationship, or I can say, you’re one of the most important people in my life. The only thing I hope is for you to be happy... As an outsider, I can see that Lu Jingchen really loves you."

At this point, she paused, then slightly tilted her head, a mischievous smile appearing on her face, "And you love him too, don’t you?"

Song Qiao didn’t speak, silent, probably tacitly acknowledging Ning Wan’s words.

She really does love Lu Jingchen, in fact, she fell in love with this man five years ago when she left.

It’s just that being with Lu Jingchen seems easy, but there are many difficulties.

First, regarding Murong Rui’s parents, who are Lu Jingchen’s adoptive parents, her father and mother are probably not unrelated to their deaths.

Secondly, Lu Jingchen’s father, Lu Tianming, has never been satisfied with her, whether five years ago or now, he hasn’t acknowledged her status, which makes her feel like Lu Jingchen is in a very awkward position between her and Lu Tianming, even though Lu Jingchen has already sided with her now.

Thirdly, the incident where Tan Shuya saved Lu Jingchen, resulting in her inability to have children, is a sensitive topic that they know but don’t know how to bring up.

Seeing Song Qiao not speaking, Ning Wan knew she probably understood, smiled and said, "Go find him then, he seemed angry just now, you can’t let any unpleasantness happen because of me, otherwise I’d feel bad."

But Song Qiao didn’t leave, instead looking at her worriedly, "But Wanwan..."

"I’m fine, you don’t need to worry about me, I can handle myself here."

Song Qiao took a deep look at her, finally biting her lip, then moved and headed directly to the second floor.

In the study on the second floor, Lu Jingchen sat in front of the desk, his face looking somewhat troubled.

His possessiveness has always been very strong, because he loves Song Qiao, he directly regards her as his own property, only wanting Song Qiao’s eyes to see only him.

Others might say he is pathological, that kind that’s embedded deep down, wishing he could hide Song Qiao away, where only he could see her every day.

He directly found cigarettes from the drawer, took one out skillfully, then put it in his mouth and took a puff.