After Being Reborn, Her Only Mission Is to Love Him

Chapter 21: Chapter 21 Communication, Communication, Direct Communication!

Lu Zhaozhao spoke while simultaneously curling up on the sofa, clutching her stomach. To make her symptoms appear more convincing, she had even harshly pinched her own thigh.

Qian Hong was also startled by her sudden ailments and quickly summoned the family doctor.

As for the food on the table, it was immediately sealed and sent directly to the laboratory for testing.

Seeing things move in the direction she had envisioned, Lu Zhaozhao finally allowed herself to relax.

After the doctor drew her blood and conducted a quick physical examination, he gave her an injection.

Lu Zhaozhao was already feeling slightly fatigued from running around all day, and after the injection, she became a bit drowsy.

“Aunt Qian,” she whispered, gripping Qian Hong’s hand with her small one, her voice soft, “don’t tell Mr. Song about this…” Her small hand grabbed Qian Hong, a soft voice asserting, “It’s my fault.”

Qian Hong’s eyebrows almost knotted together in worry, because while Lu Zhaozhao was receiving treatment, news had already arrived from the lab.

The cubilose that Lu Zhaozhao ate was problematic, containing more than one type of harmful substance.

Qian Hong herself felt guilty for not having carefully inspected the food that was brought in, and now with Lu Zhaozhao saying such things, her guilt deepened.

Her hand gently patted Lu Zhaozhao’s small hand, “Madam, you don’t need to worry about this matter, I will handle it.”

“Okay.”

Lu Zhaozhao, observing the sudden determination in Qian Hong’s eyes, knew she had achieved her goal.

If her previous meeting with Xiao Jinglan had been successful in stopping her from interfering with her relationship with Song Sinian, then this incident would be enough to make Song Sinian cautious about anything related to Xiao Jinglan.

That was enough.

Lu Zhaozhao thought to herself and gradually fell into deep sleep.

When she woke up, Song Sinian was sitting by the bed, which took Lu Zhaozhao by surprise.

“You’re back, Mr. Song?” Lu Zhaozhao murmured, rubbing her bleary eyes, and stared at him in a daze.

Song Sinian’s gaze swept her petite face several times before he took out a delicate box from his pocket and placed it in front of her, “This is what you bought at the auction today; the other painting is in the study. Once you’re feeling better, you can choose where to hang it.”

The fact that the items were with Song Sinian surprised Lu Zhaozhao. She pursed her lips and took the brocaded box from his hand, but then felt too embarrassed to open it.

Song Sinian’s dark eyes lingered on her small face. Seeing her not making any move, he then asked indifferently, “Do you need me to open it for you?”

He remembered Tian Xiangjun mentioning that girls like considerate men, so he was advised to be more attentive to what he could do for the other person and to inquire about their preference before proceeding.

Lu Zhaozhao’s clear eyes blinked and, after glancing at Song Sinian, then at the brocaded box in her hand, she hesitated, “Uh… no, no need, I can open it myself.”

As she spoke, she opened the brocaded box. On the black satin fabric inside, an exquisite ear cuff stood out strikingly.

“Do you need me to… uh, help you with anything?” Song Sinian spoke slowly, changing his words at a pivotal moment.

He originally intended to offer to help Lu Zhaozhao put on the ear cuff.

But as a piece of jewelry, he didn’t even know where it was supposed to be worn, so he had to alter his offer.

“…”

Lu Zhaozhao’s gaze turned towards Song Sinian, her eyebrows knitting slightly. The man before her was too different from the Song Sinian she remembered.

Was it because she had changed that Song Sinian was behaving this way, or was it always like this in her previous life and she just missed it?

With that question in her mind, Lu Zhaozhao seemed to gather great courage, reaching out her small hand to grasp Song Sinian’s larger one firmly, “Mr. Song, I want to talk to you.”

Her resolute eyes caused Song Sinian’s heart to sink inexplicably.

Had she discerned his intentions?

Had he been too obvious?

If she wanted to set clear boundaries between them…

Song Sinian’s hand, held by Lu Zhaozhao, tightened involuntarily, but he still nodded, his expression as unfathomable as ever.

“Um…” Seeing that Song Sinian agreed, Lu Zhaozhao became even more nervous, “I want to know why you don’t want to share a bed with me. Is it because you’re used to sleeping alone?”

“…”

As soon as she asked the question, Song Sinian was taken aback.

His dark eyes slightly downcast, he suddenly recalled hearing from Qian Hong about Liao Yan arranging a guest room for Lu Zhaozhao.

It seemed there were many things that had not been made clear between them.

Song Sinian’s gaze fell on her pale little hands, and he gently grasped her wrist, articulating each word: “I thought you didn’t want to sleep in the same bed with me, so I insisted on sleeping on the sofa.”

“I…”

Lu Zhaozhao remembered that on her first night at the Song family’s, she indeed had firmly said she was going to sleep on the sofa.

It seemed Song Sinian had never actually said he wanted to kick her out.

Feeling a bit embarrassed, she pouted, “So… does that mean I can always share a bed with you from now on?”

“Mhm.” Song Sinian didn’t quite know what to say at that moment.

He subconsciously twirled Lu Zhaozhao’s fingertips, somehow feeling very pleased by her recent words.

His brows lifted slightly, gazing into her beautiful watery eyes, “Is there anything else you want to ask?”

“Um…” Upon hearing this, Lu Zhaozhao’s brows furrowed again.

She actually had quite a few questions she wanted to ask, but she felt they were a bit strange.

Communication, communication, straightforward communication!

Lu Zhaozhao took a deep breath, psyching herself up for a long time before speaking again: “Why do you always pinch my face, asking if I’m unhappy?”

As soon as she said it, she quietly looked at Song Sinian.

Even she felt this question was kind of absurd.

But she was really too curious.

Song Sinian’s expression didn’t change much, but he patiently explained: “Zhao Xi and Qian Hong told me to pay more attention to you, to check from time to time whether you’re unhappy.”

Lu Zhaozhao nodded gravely, “So that’s why.”

No wonder Song Sinian had these odd behaviors.

But what Zhao Xi and Qian Hong meant to convey and what Song Sinian did seemed to be two completely different interpretations, right?

As Lu Zhaozhao thought about this, she couldn’t help but start to laugh.

She lightly dabbed away the teardrop from the corner of her eye. Just as she was about to say something, someone grasped her wrist.

The next second, Song Sinian’s lips pressed against hers.

His soft lips were unlike his consistent expression, always carrying a tenderness and fondness when they met hers that was hard to describe.

Lu Zhaozhao would often get inadvertently immersed, completely following his lead.

One of her small hands was held, while the other, not knowing where to rest, ended up clutching his shirt.

Perhaps knowing that Song Sinian’s attitude towards her was different from what she had imagined, Lu Zhaozhao was bolder than usual.

She tentatively bit his lower lip, gently at first, then with more pressure, clumsily but doing her utmost to respond to the man before her.@@novelbin@@

The warming breaths enveloped a sweet fragrance, spreading throughout the entire bedroom…