Qiao Bao'er suddenly became serious and
said that she had an urgent matter to return home to Shi Jun immediately.
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Gu Ruyue felt a bit reluctant. She had prepared several days' worth of dishes. Qiao Wenyuan's face was a little gloomy, and he was uncomfortably thinking that once his daughter got married, she would belong to someone else's family, and his Qiao family would be lonely and quiet all day long.
"Oh dear, are the twins not feeling well?" Grandma Qiao immediately thought of the little babies.
"It's nothing really," Qiao Baoer said, her head bowed and her voice barely a whisper. "It's just that Jun Zhi Mu..."
"I didn't tell Junzhimu before I came this time, he might be angry."
The elders of the Qiao family were a bit confused by her words. When did their daughter worry about someone else getting angry? Seeing her so dejected, they all felt a pang of sympathy and wondered if Jun Zhimu had scared her.
"Next time I will bring my children back to visit you."
Qiao Baoer was very anxious. She quickly packed up her things and threw down a sentence before rushing out the door.
She hailed a taxi and headed straight to the airport, but when she arrived, she realized that the ticket she had booked was for tomorrow morning's flight. As Qiao Bao'er stood in the bustling airport, she suddenly felt lost and confused, not knowing which way to go.
She let out a long sigh and sat in the waiting hall all night.
He definitely did it on purpose to tease her.
Jo Bao'er looked at the bustling crowd, each person hurrying along, but her heart calmed down instead.
Today at noon, she was supposed to take her to visit the city's attractions. As they passed by her old school, she realized that the other person knew the route even better than she did, and everything they said surprised and confused her.
Qiao Baoer's mind was in a mess as she thought about what he had said to her. She had spent the night sitting at the airport.
Until the sky began to lighten, she stood up again and found her legs were numb. Her brain, which had been working all night, seemed even more muddled. She stumbled through the boarding queue in a daze.
When she arrived in the city, the driver asked her where to go. She reached for her phone only to find it was dead. Looking up at the sun blazing overhead, its harsh rays illuminated her pale face. Having spent the whole night awake, Qiao Bao'er's entire brain felt foggy.
She went to the Am Group Building. She rarely came here. It was almost noon, and office workers were preparing for lunch.
"...Miss, is there anything I can help you with?"
The manager of the reception area passed by and saw her sitting alone on the sofa, staring intently at the elevator direction. He walked over to inquire about it.
"Waiting for others."
Jo Bao'er had little desire to interact with others, she said lightly.
"Miss, who are you waiting for? Do you have an appointment?" the lobby manager asked eagerly.
Qiao Baoer opened her mouth as if to speak, but hesitated for a moment. For some reason, her emotions seemed to sink again, as if she had given up on herself. Her expression was a little annoyed, and she said, "Don't worry about me!"
The manager was stunned, and then half-jokingly asked, "Miss, you shouldn't be here for an interview at our company, right?"
"No."
Qiao Bao'er crossed her arms around her small backpack, and lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking again.
The manager, seeing her indifference, raised an eyebrow and thought to himself how lucky she was. If she were here for an interview, he would have sneered at her and given her a harsh grilling. Judging by her attire and dejected expression, she must be the recently dumped mistress of some high-ranking executive from the company.
Qiao Bao'er rarely comes here, so it's normal for the employees not to know her. Even at banquets, few people would associate her with Jun Zhimu. He hardly ever brings her to such events.
At 11:30, employees streamed out of the elevator one after another. They were dressed sharply and chatted merrily as they headed to the restaurant for lunch in groups. Even at 1 p.m., Qiao Baor didn't see Jun Zhimu come down.
Didn't he work today?
"Mr. Lu."
The front desk receptionist, Sweet Pea, greeted them sweetly. Qiao Bao'er raised her head upon hearing the call and saw Lu Qinan, who had brought a large bag of takeout lunch, staring at her as if he couldn't believe his eyes. After several minutes of hesitation, he finally spoke, "Qiao, Qiao Bao'er, what are you doing just sitting here?"
"Aren't you the one who let go of the shepherd's pigeons and ran back to your parents' house? How come you're here?"
"Hey hey, what a fool."
Lu Qinan saw that she didn't react and waved his hand in front of her, feeling that she was a bit too 'quiet' today.
He leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "Is it your cheapskate brother Raphael who's stirring up trouble again? Oh dear, couldn't he have really been possessed by a god?"
Qiao Baoer glared at him angrily, and Mu Tou was also provoked to speak up, “I really don’t understand how Jun Zhimou could be friends with you.”
"Well, your husband is lucky to have such a loyal brother like me. You don't know how stubborn Jun Zhimu was when he was young."
Lu Qinian still proudly raised his large bag of lunch, boasting about it. He even specially brought food for this trip.
Thinking Qiao Baor would retort, she looked at him and the lunch in his hand with a strange expression and unexpectedly fell silent. Lu Qinan felt a sense of foreboding.
Based on Lu Qinian's experience, he always loses when he argues with Qiao Baoer. If he accidentally wins once, it means he'll be in for a rough time.
"Hey, Lu Qinan, don't you think it's strange that Jun Zhimou would come looking for us?" Qiao Baoer blurted out her thoughts, which she had kept bottled up all day.
"What do you mean?" Lu Qinan instinctively took two steps back.
Joan, who was always so straightforward and open, suddenly stammered, " ... It's just Jun Zhi Mu. Why did he do that?"
He didn't have to do that.
"I don't know either..."
Jo Bao'er rarely had such shy moments. She was embarrassed to recount the campus anecdotes that were shared with her.
Lu Qinan couldn't understand her fragmented words, but one thing was certain: Qiao Baoyu didn't seem happy. This meant that if Jun Zhi牧 saw this, he might be mistaken for a suspect and implicated.
"Jo Bao'er!"
Lu Qinan roared at her, a fierce sound that broke her train of thought. Then, with righteous indignation, he spoke.
"It's better to talk things through face-to-face if there are any issues between husband and wife. Why don't you come up to the rooftop with me to find Junzhi牧?"
If Qiao Bao'er wasn't preoccupied with her thoughts, she would have given him a withering glare. Instead, she trailed after him into the elevator, looking absentminded and dazed.
Lu Qinan led her into Jun Zhimu's office. All the female employees in the president's office had their eyes shining brightly, secretly and stealthily sizing Qiao Bao'er up and down.
'She's the President's wife! The legitimate one!!'
Holding back their excitement, the female employees remained seated until Qiao Bao'er stepped into the office and closed the door behind her. Usually, their president kept his wife hidden away, rarely allowing anyone to see her. Today, she had come in on her own accord, leaving everyone wondering what momentous occasion could have brought about this unexpected visit.
'Could it be an affair?'
‘Are they finally going to divorce?’ The female employees had been hoping for this all day.
When Jun Zhi牧 suddenly looked up while signing on his office chair, he saw Qiao Baobao and was taken aback. "You... is there something?" He quickly regained his usual calm and businesslike tone.
Lu Qinan, in order to save his life, put down his lunch and immediately turned around and ran without looking back, not forgetting to close the door tightly for the couple. He anticipated that Qiao Baier's sudden abnormality must have a hidden agenda.
"I, I was dreaming,"
Qiao Baoer looked at Jun Zhi Mu before her, and suddenly didn't know what to say. She just suddenly really wanted to see him.
She mumbled awkwardly, squeezing out a few words, "I dreamed that... you didn't want me anymore."
Outside the office, Jun Zhi牧 was stunned. His right hand holding a pen even dropped.
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