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.
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