Mr. Chu Didn’t Know His Son Was Three Years Old Before the Divorce - Chapter 31

Chapter 31 The Third and the Last Time

“You’re married? You look very young,” the man asked, slightly shocked, and then decided it wasn’t polite. “I’m sorry. I was just surprised.”

The air stewardess left after delivering the juice.

Song Liangjiang looked at the glass of greenish juice in front of her. The meaning was rather obvious.

Was that man getting too much into his character?

Why would a couple who were going to divorce and had no feelings for each other, be seen in a scene where one party caught the other one cheating?

Not long after the juice was delivered, Li Chuan came over.

Li Chuan bent down slightly and whispered without disturbing others, “A month’s worth of milk tea. Can you go back?”

He really didn’t want to continue sitting beside his boss. His boss’ expression looked like he could throw him off the plane any moment.

Song Liangjiang listened quietly to Li Chuan. “I can select the flavor?”

Li Chuan nodded. “I’ll pay for your order.”

“And my seniors?”

“Sure.”

“Deal.” Song Liangjiang packed her stuff with a grin. When she got up, she even brought the green juice with her. “I can’t waste your President Chu’s good intentions.”

Li Chuan smiled elegantly and made way for her. This was the couple’s problem. He merely wanted to change back to his own seat.

Song Liangjiang carried the glass of juice and slowly returned to the first-class cabin. Chu Jingmo was talking to Luo Fuyang across the aisle. She went over and placed the juice on the table in front of Chu Jingmo. “You’re welcome.”

Chu Jingmo looked at the woman who appeared in front of him. “What benefits did Li Chuan offer you?”.

He didn’t believe she’d come back so voluntarily without something to gain.

After Song Liangjiang sat down, her body finally relaxed. Indeed, it was better to be

rich.

“A month’s worth of milk tea,” she replied as she stretched lazily. She was in a good mood.

Chu Jingmo was speechless…

She could be so happy with free milk tea for a month. He had never seen her so happy even after being offered 30 million yuan.

“Is that all you’ve got?”

Song Liangjiang immediately scoffed. “People like you who don’t work overtime don’t know the wonders of milk tea.”

“Coffee’s more amazing.”

“That’s for the wealthy. Don’t flaunt your wealth in front of the poor.”

“That’s a matter of taste. It has nothing to do with money.”

“You mean you look down on milk tea? What, you think you’re superior just because you drink coffee?”

The two of them bickered back and forth over a boring topic. Luo Fuyang sat on the other side of the aisle and heard their conversation clearly. She knew that Song Liangjiang liked silly stuff, but she didn’t know that Chu Jingmo would join in.

At the very least, Chu Jingmo would never say such stuff in the past.

Eventually, Song Liangjiang’s voice became softer and softer. And finally, her little head began to droop.

Chu Jingmo found an air stewardess and got her with a blanket. When he approached her, he could still hear her talking.

“Milk tea is the best.”

Chu Jingmo was speechless…

His lips curled up unconsciously, but he quickly wiped it away and covered her with a blanket.

“You don’t seem like you anymore,” Luo Fuyang said to Chu Jingmo.

“Nobody changes. It’s just that you’ve discovered that the scope of your understanding isn’t that broad,” Chu Jingmo said slowly. “And you put this lack of understanding and interpreted it as someone else changing. To put it more clearly, it’s just a form of self-interest.”

Luo Fuyang laughed softly. “You’re right. I realized that things weren’t as I understood them. It’s just that I didn’t know them well enough, and it wasn’t anyone else’s fault. I’m enlightened.”

Chu Jingmo picked up a document that he was halfway through and continued reading, but Luo Fuyang glanced at the sleeping Song Liangjiang. “If that girl from the Xuan family is still alive…”

“I never make assumptions because there’s no point,” said Chu Jingmo. He looked up at Luo Fuyang. “The dead are long gone. Let the living leave the dead alone.”

Luo Fuyang was stunned. Chu Jingmo’s tone was calm, but he was also blaming her.

“I’m being rude.”

Chu Jingmo continued to read the document. The eldest daughter of the Xuan family was also what his mother had often mentioned. He didn’t remember much about the little baby. He only remembered that she looked like a fair and soft little ball. Most of his memories came from the people around him over the years, who would bring up the verbal agreement from time to time.

At the thought of this, Chu Jingmo looked at Song Liangjiang. If that girl was still alive, she would be around the same age as her.

Luo Fuyang watched as Chu Jingmo gazed at Song Liangjiang. He didn’t look away and she clenched her fists quietly.

It was already dark outside when Song Liangjiang woke up, but the plane was still flying. She stretched and accidentally touched Chu Jingmo beside her.

The lights were off, and everyone around them was asleep.

Song Liangjiang turned to look at Chu Jingmo, who was sleeping soundly. He was exactly the same as Little Rice Ball. She had finally found Little Rice Ball’s genes.

Although Little Rice Bun and Little Rice Ball were still young and their faces were chubby, she thought that they looked extremely similar to Chu Jingmo. Perhaps they would resemble their father when they grew up.

If she waited for the twins to turn eighteen, she would only be thirty-eight. If she walked on the road with her two sons, people might even think that they were siblings. Wouldn’t that feel so good?

Song Liangjiang propped her chin and looked at Chu Jingmo. She grinned sheepishly as she thought about it.

“Have you seen enough?” Chu Jingmo suddenly spoke. His voice wasn’t loud, but there was a hint of playfulness in it.

“Who’s looking at you?” Song Liangjiang retorted in a low voice. She was thinking about her sons, okay? She wasn’t looking at him.

Just as she was about to back away, Chu Jingmo reached out and pressed her against his chest. “Do it openly if you want. There’s no need to sneak around.”

Song Liangjiang was speechless.

“If my eyes could kill, you would be dead now. I’m not looking at you.” She pushed his chest and tried to get up, but the arm around her was too heavy for her to push.

Chu Jingmo woke up the moment she did. He was resting with his eyes closed, just to see what she would do.

Unexpectedly, this woman was staring at him in a daze. In the end, she even smiled.

What did she think of?

That little bun?

“Song Liangjiang, let me ask you again. Is there something you’re hiding from me?” She couldn’t break free and was forced to lean against his chest. Sure enough, she heard this familiar question again.

“There are many things you don’t know about me. If you think I’m hiding them from you, then you think too highly of yourself.” Song Liangjiang snorted. “Let go of me. Hurry up.”

“Song Liangjiang, this is the third and last time.” He had given this woman three chances. She didn’t want it. Chu Jingmo pushed her away and adjusted his seat. His tone turned cold and forbidding.

Song Liangjiang didn’t understand and felt inexplicably uneasy. What did he mean?