CHAPTER 646: CHAPTER 135 ISN’T SHE JUST AFTER THE IDENTITY OF THE YOUNG MISTRESS OF THE LU FAMILY?_2

Lu An’an didn’t react for a moment and subconsciously nodded her head, her red lips slightly parted and let out a word, "Painful."

After she finished speaking, she realized how foolish she had just acted. A tingling pain shot through her palm instantly, causing her to grimace and continuously blow on her palm, staring at her brother and saying, "Brother, it really hurts."

Jian Xia, "..."This intelligence, no one can beat it.

An’an sister, you must have been sent by God for comic relief.

Lu Jingchen’s mouth curled into a faint smile, his deep and restrained eyes looking at her as he shifted the topic. He glanced at Jian Xia standing behind Lu An’an, leaned back into his chair, and asked, "Tell me, what exactly brings you two here for?"

He raised his wrist to check the time on his watch; it was about time as he still had an important meeting to attend later.

Lu An’an blew on her palm and hearing Lu Jingchen’s words, she subconsciously turned back to look at Jian Xia behind her. Her red lips slightly parted silently asking, "What were we here for again?"

She had gotten carried away earlier and now couldn’t remember what they had come here for today.

Jian Xia thought for a moment and finally decided to step forward next to Lu An’an. With a gentle smile, she said, "We have already investigated the whole situation regarding that matter. Since it also involves you, I thought it’s best to hand it over to you."

She had forgotten about it earlier but remembered upon seeing Zuo Yuqing that Lu Jingchen had called her over because of a movie matter.

After all, the matter concerned two people, one being Lu Jingchen’s ex-girlfriend Zuo Yuqing and the other, his current wife Song Qiao. She somewhat wanted Lu Jingchen to know the truth.

After all, she wasn’t sure whether Lu Jingchen likes Song Qiao more or Zuo Yuqing.

She took out a USB drive from her bag, which contained the footage recorded by the camera about that incident, and handed it directly to Lu Jingchen.

Lu An’an, completely puzzled by what Jian Xia was saying, had no idea what it meant.

Lu Jingchen looked at the USB drive in Jian Xia’s hand, took it eventually, and said lightly, "Alright, I’ll handle this matter."

Jian Xia smiled slightly, gazed at his face, and added very diplomatically, "No matter how you choose to handle this, Jingchen, if you still want to maintain this marriage, it would be better to give Song Qiao an explanation. I’ve heard she is considering divorce."

Lu An’an stayed silent, directly turning to look at her elder brother.

Lu Jingchen toyed with the small USB drive in his hand, his expression darkened as Jian Xia spoke, his thin lips tightly closed, his eyes unreadable, "I know, if there’s nothing else, you guys can head back first."

Jian Xia knew that no one could sway Lu Jingchen’s thoughts, she tugged at Lu An’an beside her and said, "Sister An’an, shall we go now?"

Lu An’an frowned slightly but looked towards Lu Jingchen and asked, "Brother, aren’t you going to visit Qiaoqiao in the hospital?"

He calmly responded, "I have a meeting later."

The meaning was very clear—he wasn’t going.

Lu An’an acknowledged it with an "Oh," not saying more but feeling somewhat helpless inside; with her brother’s attitude, it would be difficult to chase after Qiaoqiao.

In the hospital, Song Qiao idly leaned on the hospital bed, holding an iPad that Lu An’an had brought her to watch movies.

When the door to the ward opened, thinking it was Lu An’an, Song Qiao didn’t lift her head and directly asked, "Sister An’an, what delicious thing have you brought me?"

This morning, Chen’s mother had already delivered breakfast, and Lu An’an said she would bring lunch, letting Chen’s mother come in the evening instead. She didn’t dare tell her grandfather, although Mu Shinian had called her this morning to ask when she would visit her grandfather, she found an excuse saying she was too busy at work and would visit later.

Her current appearance would easily give it away to her grandfather, which could unnecessarily worry the old man.

The person at the door paused, then entered the ward without a word.

It wasn’t the familiar sound of high heels on the floor but rather the sound of leather shoes, realizing it wasn’t Lu An’an, Song Qiao immediately lifted her head, surprised at the man in front of her, and after a moment regained composure and asked with a forced smile, "Gu Linyuan, how come you’re here?"

The figure of Gu Linyuan appeared thinner, his face still handsome but looked somewhat weary.

It seemed that since their last clear talk in the hospital about two months ago, they hadn’t met since.

Gu Linyuan, dressed in a dark blue shirt and black suit pants, looked at Song Qiao, his brow slightly furrowed, and asked in a deep voice, "I just landed from a flight this morning and heard you were injured and hospitalized. It took me a while to find out you were here. How are you? Is it serious?"

Song Qiao, realizing Gu Linyuan looked dusty and travel-worn as if he hadn’t rested properly for a long time, paused before shutting off the movie playing on the iPad, and said with a smile, "I’m fine, it’s just a minor injury." She then put the iPad aside and pointed to the chair next to her, "Have a seat, standing is tiring, and you’re so tall I have to look up to talk to you."