Before he could answer, Lu Jingchen asked again, "Do you not believe it?"

Lu Jingchen’s expression was calm, showing no sign of anomaly, but Assistant Xiao could hear the subtle threat in his boss’s tone, as if daring to say he did not believe it would at least mean docking his bonus, and at worst, packing up and going back to plant fields in his hometown.

Thinking of this, without hesitation, Assistant Xue quickly responded, "I also believe that Madam is not that kind of person."

After Lu Jingchen glanced at him indifferently, he gave a small nod, "You go out first, let the PR department handle this matter as soon as possible. If that doesn’t work... have Jason help investigate the person behind it and find out who it really is."

Upon hearing this, Assistant Xue was initially stunned, but immediately understood that his boss was already getting angry. The consequences weren’t something just anyone could bear, so he quickly complied.

Jason is ranked among the top ten hackers in the world, but who would have thought, Jason is also an employee of the CK Group. However, the CK Group almost never allows Jason to step out, so very few people have seen this mysterious hacker.

Hackers... to most people, are indeed very mysterious, like legendary dragons, but Assistant Xiao, having been by Lu Jingchen’s side for so many years, has seen it all.

After all, behind the CK Group, there’s also a group of very formidable hackers.

After Assistant Xiao retreated, Lu Jingchen still remained seated in his office, spinning a pen in his hand, his gaze fixed on the files in front of him, yet it seemed as if he were looking at something beyond the papers.

The man’s expression was slightly gloomy, obviously in a bad mood, and the iPad beside him was still paused on the Weibo post slandering Song Qiao, but he didn’t take another look at it.

Ji Sifan... Even though he believed in Song Qiao, the fact that this man had been living with her for the past five years ultimately made him feel very uncomfortable.

He didn’t know how long it took before Lu Jingchen reined in his thoughts, lowered his head, and began earnestly reviewing the documents in front of him, until his phone rang, pulling his gaze away from the papers. He picked up the phone and glanced at the caller ID, discovering it was Song Qiao.

The man didn’t pick up right away, but instead, waited until the ringtone was about to automatically cut off before he swiped to answer, putting the phone to his ear, his voice hoarse as he called out, "Qiaoqiao?"

On the other end, Song Qiao was holding Song Nianhuan’s hand, and Nianhuan was holding Lu Wangshu’s hand, the three of them standing outside the school.

Song Qiao glanced down at Song Nianhuan and Lu Wangshu, her face showing a gentle smile, and she spoke into the phone to Lu Jingchen, "Are you busy now? The matter at the school has been resolved."

Lu Jingchen looked at the papers in front of him, which weren’t very important documents and could be handled the next day, but after thinking it over, he still gave a small nod and then said, "There are still some things at the company that need to be taken care of. You should take Wangshu back first. I might be home late today, don’t wait for me to have dinner."

Hearing Lu Jingchen’s words, Song Qiao felt a bit downcast and simply responded with an "Oh," saying, "Then I’ll have the driver come pick us up later."

Originally, Lu Jingchen said he would come to pick her and their son up after she finished her matters, so after the driver dropped her off, she had sent him away.

Unexpectedly, Lu Jingchen was unable to come, and would be home later from work.

She didn’t think much about it, knowing that Lu Jingchen, as the president of CK Group, had most of his time taken up by work, so she only felt a little disappointed.

Originally, she planned to tell Lu Jingchen about Huanhuan, to give him a surprise, but now his earlier response made her lose all her courage to do so.

Lu Jingchen also noticed the disappointment in Song Qiao’s voice, and his heart softened for a moment, wanting to say he could come to pick them up, but the words that eventually left his mouth were, "I still have a meeting, you and Wangshu head back first."

"Alright, then you carry on with your work."

After hanging up, the man sat there holding his phone, his face dark with displeasure, his grip tightening around his phone, almost to the point of bending it out of shape.

Even though he trusted Song Qiao, the matter was too strange.

The little girl rumored to be Ji Sifan’s and Song Qiao’s, he saw a picture of her in the news, but the photo was taken possibly from quite a distance, so the girl’s features were unclear, but she seemed to be about three years old.

Three... a small, yet very awkward age.

He had been investigating Ji Sifan all along, so he knew over the years Ji Sifan had neither married nor had a girlfriend, led a clean social life, didn’t go out to play, and had no close female friends.

Except Song Qiao...

He truly believed in Song Qiao, yet couldn’t shake the discomfort in his heart.

...

At the school gate, after Song Qiao hung up, looked down at her daughter, who was staring eagerly at her, she forced a smile, thought for a moment, and said, "Huanhuan, shall we go find your godfather first?"

Song Nianhuan hesitated, then instinctively asked, "Mommy, isn’t Daddy coming to pick us up?"

Song Qiao explained, "Daddy’s busy with work and hasn’t any free time now. If you want to see Daddy, Mommy will tell him tonight, okay?"

However, the little girl was still a bit down, her spirits visibly dampened, though she obediently agreed with a hum.

She had always wanted to meet Daddy, only catching a glimpse of him in her room or by the window previously. Daddy still didn’t know about her.

Mommy said earlier that Daddy would come to pick them up, but isn’t he coming now?

Does Daddy not like her?

Yet, Song Nianhuan quietly understood that she probably wouldn’t be able to see Daddy tonight.

Especially if they went to godfather’s place, she wouldn’t be heading to Daddy’s.

Lu Wangshu watched his sister, his lips pressed tight as he remained silent, though he too wished for Daddy to know about his sister.

But he vividly remembered what that uncle told him last time, so he never mentioned to Daddy that he had a sister.

Song Qiao flagged down a taxi and headed straight to the house Ji Sifan had purchased. Chu Munan, after dropping Song Nianhuan off at kindergarten today, had stayed there and had not gone out.