Chapter 35: Speak Your Mind Without Delay

After crying, Qiao Jiu was not in a good state; she was listless as she descended the mountain. As she stepped down from the stairs, she looked up and saw Lu Fengzhou standing beneath the tree where she had stood last time.

Liang Xiucheng noticed him as well, but this time he didn’t greet him. He simply put his arm around Qiao Jiu’s shoulders. “This way.”

Qiao Jiu quickly withdrew her gaze and followed Liang Xiucheng into the car. She was tired, resting her head against the window, her eyes falling on the car’s side mirror outside. In the reflection, Lu Fengzhou had his hands in his pockets, looking in a certain direction, as if waiting for someone.

The car turned around and passed by Lu Fengzhou as it left. The window on Qiao Jiu’s side wasn’t open, but Lu Fengzhou could still see the person inside. She looked exhausted, her eyes still red, utterly lacking the brash defiance she had shown him before.

Lu Fengzhou lost control for a moment, suddenly recalling many scenes from the past.

He had always been selfish from the beginning, so he could never be a good husband, and he knew he had caused her much grievance.

She had, many times, hidden in places where he wouldn’t notice, showing just such an expression.

... The car stopped, and Qiao Jiu pushed the door open and got out, forcing herself to be spirited. “Thank you for today. I’ve taken up your whole day.”

Liang Xiucheng nodded at her. “Go inside. When you’ve rested, we can talk.”

Qiao Jiu waved at him and turned to head inside.

She took off her shoes at the door, tossed her keys onto the shoe cabinet, and her phone rang in her pocket. She wandered over and sank onto the sofa, fishing out her phone.

It was an unfamiliar number, local.

Qiao Jiu answered, “Who is this?”

A woman’s voice came from the other end, gentle. “Is this Qiao Jiu?”

Qiao Jiu responded, “Yes. Who are you?”

The woman smiled. “Hello, I’m Song Wan.”

Qiao Jiu was momentarily stunned, then realized who it was. It seemed Song Wan had heard quite a bit during that phone call the other day and could no longer sit still.

She asked directly, “Do you need something from me?”

The other woman was quite polite. “Miss Qiao, if it’s convenient, I’d like to meet you.”

Qiao Jiu was puzzled. “Meet?”

If she hadn’t missed any gossip, Song Wan should already be filming with her crew. The entertainment news had reported on the crew, and the filming location wasn’t in Yun City—it was thousands of kilometers away.

Song Wan replied, “I’m right downstairs where you live. I just rushed back. I know this is a bit abrupt, but I really want to talk with you.”

Qiao Jiu hurried to the window. “How did you know where I live?”

Song Wan sounded a bit embarrassed. “Sorry, I didn’t deliberately investigate you. I saw your address once on Ah Zhou’s phone.”

Qiao Jiu narrowed her eyes. That Lu Fengzhou had gone out of his way to look up her address—clearly he wasn’t planning to let her go. How amusing; she hadn’t even said she wanted to settle accounts with him, and he was already acting so persistent.

There were several cars downstairs, but she couldn’t tell which was Song Wan’s.

Now Qiao Jiu’s interest was piqued. She hadn’t really wanted to meet her, but she changed her mind. “I’ll be right down.”

She hung up, changed clothes, tidied up a bit in front of the mirror, grabbed her keys, and went out.

She scanned the roadside; across the street, a private car slowly rolled down its window. Inside, a woman wearing sunglasses and a mask waved at her.

Qiao Jiu walked over, and as she approached, the car door was opened from inside.

She was fearless, and got in directly.

The door closed, the window rolled up, and Song Wan, sitting beside her, removed her sunglasses and mask. “Miss Qiao, sorry to bother you.”

Qiao Jiu was far less polite. “Let’s skip the pleasantries. If you have something to say, say it quickly.”