Chu Munan’s gaze slightly dropped, suddenly landing on the phone she was holding, and in an instant, he understood what was going on with her.

The man’s body suddenly stiffened a bit, his deep-set eyes looking at her tear-stained little face. His thin lips slightly parted, the voice carrying a hint of hoarseness as he asked, "You know everything?"

Song Qiao felt deeply uncomfortable inside, but more so aggrieved, nodding, "You knew long ago? Why didn’t you tell me?"

Suddenly recalling the somewhat strange look on Chu Munan’s face when she first arrived, he finally understood why.

No matter how maliciously the outside world cursed her, she could let it slide. But... those people not only hurt those close to her, they even questioned whether Lu Wangshu was Lu Jingchen’s son. Some posted the kindergarten and class he attended, and others even commented on her daughter’s future... what she’d be like when she grew up...

The comments online were incredibly harsh. She wasn’t unfamiliar with trolls but had never faced such a situation firsthand.

Looking at Song Qiao, Chu Munan considered for a moment before speaking directly, "Qiaoqiao, I just don’t want you feeling like this. I intended to settle this before informing you..."

Song Qiao was momentarily stunned by Chu Munan’s words, but her tears fell even harder. "Chu Munan, you don’t have to be so good to me; it makes me feel uneasy for life..."

Upon hearing her words, a gentle smile suddenly appeared on the man’s face. Holding her face, he gently kissed her forehead, purely platonic, and said, "Little Qiao, I don’t have a sister or a brother; I’m an only child. I’ve always wanted a sister; your presence gives me the feeling of being an elder brother."

After a pause, he continued, "Moreover, my grandfather and your grandfather were close friends. My grandfather always wanted to acknowledge you as a granddaughter. Being kind to you feels utterly natural from the bottom of my heart; you shouldn’t feel uneasy..."

"Chu Munan..."

Just as she was about to say something, merely calling his name, the man placed his finger on her lips, shushing her, "You shouldn’t be arguing with me about this now. What you need to do is prepare the meal first, or else Huanhuan and that little rascal will be hungry soon. After dinner, let the kids stay here, and you should go to him; he needs you now."

The "him" that Chu Munan referred to was naturally Lu Jingchen.

Things had blown up significantly on Weibo, as the president of CK Group and one of the main subjects of the topic, Lu Jingchen couldn’t possibly be unaware.

Earlier when speaking with his subordinates, they had already informed him that Lu Jingchen had started dealing with the situation. However, this had been premeditated for some time, making it difficult to find a breakthrough immediately.

So, if he guessed correctly, Lu Jingchen should still be working overtime at CK Group.

Chu Munan’s feelings for Song Qiao were quite complex. From the first glance at Song Qiao, he was attracted to this woman, her pure aura and stubborn personality showing him a world he’d never encountered.

In essence, knowing Song Qiao was the best luck of his life.

Upon hearing Chu Munan’s words, Song Qiao lifted her head to look at the man in front of her.

He simply raised his hand to tidy her hair, saying, "Little Qiao, it’s time to tell Lu Jingchen about Huanhuan’s existence."

How could Song Qiao not understand Chu Munan’s words? Her eyes reddened immediately, nodding seriously.

...

When Ning Wan arrived, Song Qiao had just finished cooking, though she didn’t intend to stay for dinner but packed two servings in insulated containers to take to CK Group to dine with Lu Jingchen.

For she knew without even having to think, Lu Jingchen certainly hadn’t eaten dinner yet.

"Wanwan, you’re here..." Walking out of the kitchen, she looked at Ning Wan sitting in the living room with the two children.

Upon hearing Song Qiao’s voice, Ning Wan turned her head, and her gaze fell on the bag Song Qiao was carrying. Surprised, she asked, "You’re not eating here?"

Song Qiao nodded, explaining, "I need to find Jingchen for some matters, please stay the night here; Huanhuan and Wangshu will stay here tonight too."

Ning Wan instinctively glanced at the normal-expressing Chu Munan, her expression subtle before smiling, "Sure, it might be a bit troublesome for Mr. Chu."

She didn’t know about the Weibo incident, nor had Song Qiao and Chu Munan informed her.

Had she known, she certainly wouldn’t be so calm.

Ning Wan hadn’t met Song Nianhuan often, seeing her once in Paris shortly after her birth and then watching her grow through videos over the years.

Song Nianhuan knew Ning Wan was her godmother—so beautiful, even more so than mom. The young girl was delighted, repeatedly saying, "Godmother, can you attend the parent-teacher meetings with me in the future? If my classmates know I have such a pretty godmother, they’d be very envious... Godmother, you’re really beautiful, just like my mom..."

The little girl’s sweet speech—like tasting honey—left Ning Wan amused, pulling out her wallet to gift her directly with a hefty red envelope.

Lu Wangshu, though silent and calm, taciturn like Lu Jingchen, was nonetheless quite handsome. Ning Wan gave Huanhuan a big red packet and naturally didn’t skimp on him.

...

When Song Qiao arrived at CK Group, it was already dark, yet the entire CK Group was brightly lit, almost everyone working overtime, even the receptionist.

Song Qiao, holding the containers, walked directly to the reception desk. The receptionist immediately approached her respectfully, "Madam President, what brings you here? Are you here to see the President?"

This receptionist was the one who had met Song Qiao earlier. After that meeting, she got a raise, so even knowing about the Weibo incident, she still trusted Song Qiao.