Lu Jingchen heard Song Qiao’s words, his eyes deepened a bit, but inside he felt a bit unsettled. He grabbed her hand, brought it to his lips, gave it a kiss, and said hoarsely, "Qiaoqiao, thank you."

Song Qiao pulled out a smile and said warmly, "Lu Jingchen, actually, I should thank you."

She said no more after that, but instead changed the topic, "I’m so hungry my stomach’s sticking to my back. Let’s quickly pick up Wangshu and Huanhuan from school, then we’ll go eat and visit Dad and Chu Munan at the hospital."

"Okay." The man smiled and agreed, then started the car.

In fact, there were a few more things Song Qiao wanted to say after her thanks, but she left them unsaid.

——Thank you, Lu Jingchen, thank you for agreeing to marry me that day on the street when I pressed you to.

——Thank you for giving me the love I’ve always wanted.

——And thank you for loving me all these years.

...

Lu Wangshu and Song Nianhuan are still in the same school and class, and since their identities as siblings were revealed, they’ve gained quite a number of followers.

Particularly because, probably due to her daughter’s beauty, Song Nianhuan, that little girl, even has quite a few suitors.

When Lu Jingchen and Song Qiao arrived at the school entrance, there were already many parents waiting for school to let out, with various cars in sight, even a Lamborghini.

The school Lu Wangshu and Song Nianhuan attend is a well-known elite school in An City, and even quite famous nationwide.

Because the kids who study there all come from wealthy or noble families, the tuition for a semester is exorbitant, essentially a sky-high price for an average family.

Since today was the day for a school event, the dismissal time was delayed to six o’clock, while normally it’s at five. At six, the school gates opened, and the kids came out led by their teachers, rushing to their parents.

After parking the car by the roadside, Lu Jingchen and Song Qiao walked towards the school gate.

The couple, both in appearance and demeanor, naturally drew attention, especially since Lu Jingchen and Song Qiao had been all over the news in the last couple of days, making them a topic of interest for virtually everyone in An City, especially the high society here.

The Lu Family is considered the crème de la crème of An City’s high society, with many eager to establish connections. Especially since CK Group monopolizes three-fifths of An City’s economic development, everybody wants to have some kind of relationship with Lu Jingchen.

Everyone’s eyes were on Song Qiao and Lu Jingchen, yet the couple remained unfazed. Song Qiao occasionally turned to Lu Jingchen, asking what he wanted to eat later.

Probably because of being under so many gazes, Lu Jingchen’s face showed little expression, though when he replied to Song Qiao, his voice was exceptionally gentle, not matching his stoic face at all.

"Dad, Mom..."

Just as they reached the entrance, a small figure darted out, running at lightning speed directly towards Lu Jingchen and Song Qiao. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Song Nianhuan, upon seeing her mom and dad picking them up, was overjoyed. Without saying a word or caring about the crowd, she ran straight to Lu Jingchen, reaching him in a flash, and the man bent down to pick her up.

Behind her, Lu Wangshu followed, carrying his backpack and holding another pink backpack in his hand, while behind Lu Wangshu trailed a few little kids, all boys.

Lu Wangshu walked directly up to Song Qiao and Lu Jingchen, then looked up sweetly at Song Qiao and called out, "Mom..."

Song Qiao took the backpack from his hand and replied with a smile, "Have you been good and listened to the teacher at school?"

Lu Wangshu nodded, then took a small red flower out of his backpack and said to Song Qiao, "The teacher rewarded me with a small red flower, but I thought it was too ugly to stick on my forehead."

Saying this, his eyes were filled with disdain.

Song Qiao took the small red flower from his hand and looked at it. It was probably one of those stickers bought outside, and she had seen many kids with them stuck to their foreheads before.

Looking down at the slightly mature-minded Lu Wangshu standing in front of her, Song Qiao chuckled and said, "The small red flower is quite pretty. The teacher rewarded you with it, do you want to try sticking it on?"

Upon hearing his mom’s words, Lu Wangshu didn’t immediately refuse but hesitated and asked, "Mom, do you think the small red flower looks good?"

Song Qiao instinctively nodded.

Lu Wangshu squirmed a bit, then stepped forward and asked Song Qiao, "Then Mom, would you help me stick it on?"

Song Qiao, "..." He’s really going to stick it on?

Holding Song Nianhuan to the side, after whispering something to his precious daughter, Lu Jingchen couldn’t help but glance down at his son upon hearing Lu Wangshu’s words, then chuckled and said, "Didn’t you always think sticking the small red flower was childish?"

Lu Wangshu’s little face turned a bit red, but he hummed in defiance, "But Mom thinks it’s pretty."

Song Qiao heard her son’s words and felt an inexplicable wave of emotion. She squatted down directly in front of Lu Wangshu and then tore off the paper behind the little red flower.

Seeing his mother’s action, Lu Wangshu immediately stood still without moving.

Song Qiao raised her hand and carefully stuck the little red flower on his forehead, then looked at it and laughed, "Hmm, not bad. Even if my son wears this childish thing, he’s still so handsome."

Lu Wangshu’s little face instantly became a bit red, feeling shy.

Lu Jingchen glanced at his son and sneered.

He’s increasingly disliking this brat Lu Wangshu, who has learned to flirt with his woman.

"Hello, Auntie."

At this moment, one of the little boys who had been following behind Lu Wangshu spoke up softly to Song Qiao, sounding very timid.

Song Qiao looked at the group of children, momentarily at a loss, and instead glanced at her son.

Lu Wangshu hurriedly introduced, "Mom, these are my classmates from our class... They’re also doing well in school. Before, I was in the bathroom when someone bullied Huanhuan, and they helped her, so Mom... can I invite them to our home to play this Saturday?"

Pausing, Lu Wangshu approached Song Qiao, leaned to her ear, and gestured toward the little boy who called her Auntie, whispering, "This Saturday is his birthday, and his parents are overseas, not at home, so it’s just him and the aunt his parents hired to take care of him. So, Mom, can we celebrate his birthday?"

Song Qiao naturally had no objections. It’s good for her son and daughter to make friends at school, and moreover, these kids helped her daughter.

She nodded, "Sure, that’s not a problem."

Then she looked at the kids, saying, "You can come to our house to play on Saturday. Auntie will make something delicious for you, okay?"

The children’s faces immediately lit up with genuine smiles, and they all responded in unison, "Okay, thank you, Auntie."

Song Qiao smiled warmly, "But you need to tell your families about this when you go home. Let your mom and dad know, and you can only come if they agree."

The children eagerly nodded like pecking chickens.

Lu Jingchen watched his wife and son, having no objections to what they had agreed upon, and instead looked at his precious daughter, asking, "Sweetheart, do you have classmates you’d like to invite over?"

Song Nianhuan thought for a moment, nodded, "Yes, there’s a girl in class I get along well with. Can I invite her over?"

"Just one?"

"Yeah, the other girls don’t play with me, probably because they’re jealous of my looks."

"Is the girl you get along with prettier than you?"

"No way, I’m the prettiest in the class."

Song Nianhuan paused and added, "Dad, the girl who plays with me is from a less well-off family. I saw her eating a bun by herself at lunch, so can I invite her to our house?"

Lu Jingchen nodded, "Sweetheart, as long as you like it."

Song Nianhuan immediately broke into a smile, then gave Lu Jingchen a kiss on the cheek, "Thank you, Dad."

Nearby, several children looked at Lu Wangshu and the others, their expressions not very friendly.

When Song Qiao stood up, she noticed those children too, recognizing them as the little girls who had fought with her daughter before and a few boys who seemed to have had conflicts with her son.

However, fights among children are inevitable, and Song Qiao isn’t someone to hold grudges.

Besides, she wouldn’t fuss over it with a few kids.

Song Qiao looked down at her son and asked gently, "Wangshu, besides inviting these classmates over, will there be anyone else?"

Lu Wangshu shook his head directly but seemed to have thought of something while looking at those kids in the distance. Feeling a bit uneasy, he lowered his head in thought and eventually said to his mother, "Mom, I’ll see tomorrow. If there are other classmates to invite over, I’ll let you know."

Song Qiao responded, "Then let’s go eat."