"Madam, I'd better go call the young master. It's already past seven. Even if there's a traffic jam on the road, we should be home by now."
Aunt Zhang looked at Tang Xinluo with a distressed look on her face. Her originally small face had become even more haggard and pale due to continuous morning sickness.
The young lady refused to let them serve the dishes until the young master came back. They served bird's nest twice, but every time the young lady was served, she would feel sick.
"Auntie Zhang, there's really no need. If he doesn't come back, it must be because something has delayed him." Tang Xinluo covered her chest. She had no strength left because she had vomited several times.
It was rare for Lu Yuchen to say he wanted to come back for dinner, so she couldn't ignore his kindness and sit at the table herself.
After all, he was the one who paid the money and helped him get Tang’s company back.
She had nothing to repay him with, and the only way to repay his help was to play the role of Mrs. Lu well.
What's more, she really couldn't eat now. She felt nauseous as soon as she smelled the food.
Instead of going to the table and feeling unhappy about the food alone, it would be better to wait for Lu Yuchen to come back. Maybe I would feel better if I had someone to eat with me.
Seeing that she didn't respond, Zhang Ma had no choice but to retreat.
Tang Xinluo took a short nap on the recliner, and when she woke up, it was almost eight o'clock.
"Why haven't you come back yet?" she muttered, feeling a little worried.
Is there something wrong
Tang Xinluo finally realized that something was wrong, picked up her phone and called Lu Yuchen.
*
At this time, Lu Yuchen was having dinner in a French restaurant in City A that was famous for its outstanding style.
The place for dinner was chosen by Qiao Yinyin. The atmosphere in the restaurant was very good, and the lighting was ambiguous and dim. It was more suitable for couples or small gatherings with friends than for discussing business.
He wasn't originally going to come today.
But before leaving the house in the morning, he didn't know what had touched his nerves, but he suddenly changed his mind because Tang Xinluo was going to meet Lu Qinghao.
"Brother Yuchen, how about this restaurant... isn't it romantic?"
The little girl sitting opposite him called him shyly, interrupting his slightly bored thoughts.
He took a sip of red wine and said, "Not bad."
Qiao Yinyin knew that Lu Yuchen was always quiet when facing her. He could talk with her brother Qiao Mohan all night long, but he would never say a few words to her.
Of course, because they grew up together, Lu Yuchen treats her better than he treats others.
At least, when she didn't show her admiration too obviously, he would treat her like a younger sister.
But, she's just a younger sister.
This is not what Qiao Yinyin wants!
"Brother Yuchen... are you really going to marry that woman named Tang Xinluo? I... I don't believe it..."
"I'm not going to marry her. She's already Mrs. Lu."
Hearing Lu Yuchen's cold answer, Qiao Yinyin felt extremely aggrieved.
She has loved Brother Yuchen for so many years, and she couldn't bear it in the past because of Sister Xuan'er... Who knew that Sister Xuan'er was gone, and Tang Xinluo suddenly appeared.
That woman named Tang Xinluo got such a good deal!
"Brother Yuchen, you don't have to lie to me. I know it's impossible for you to like her... She is not worthy of you at all. Brother Yuchen, if you are with her, then Sister Xuan'er..."
"Qiao Yinyin—"
Lu Yuchen suddenly interrupted Qiao Yinyin, and his cold and stern voice, which was filled with hidden anger, scared Qiao Yinyin.
"Brother Yuchen, I didn't mean to..."
"That's enough." Lu Yuchen's eyes were extremely cold. "This matter is not your business. Don't mention it again."
Finally, he gave her a warning look and said, "Don't tell Xuan'er about this. Her body can't handle this kind of news."
"I... I understand..." Qiao Yinyin was frightened and nodded with a crying voice.
Seeing Qiao Yinyin agreed, Lu Yuchen calmed down his anger. At this moment, the phone rang. (To be continued)