Translator: Henyee Translations   Editor: Henyee Translations

Fortunately, Lu Zhen seemed to be even more embarrassed than him. She even asked him carefully, “Do I really look gay?” Song Jia immediately said, “No, don’t think too much. I was just asking.”

“Oh, okay.” Lu Zhen heaved a sigh of relief.

“The live-stream of the third episode is in a few days. The wound on your face hasn’t healed yet. Can you participate then( It it’s inconvenient, I’ll tell the production team. You don’t have to go over.” Song Jia changed the topic and asked considerately.

“It’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with my face.”

“That’s good. Have a good rest for the next few days. I’ll help you keep an eye on your father. Don’t be too anxious.”

“Okay, thank you very much.”

After hanging up, Song Jia heaved a long sigh of relief. He knew it. How could Lu Zhen be gay? His eyebrows relaxed a lot as he continued to read the document in a relaxed mood. Not long after, the secretary walked into the office and said, “President Song, there’s news from the police.”

Song Jia looked up and frowned, signaling the secretary to continue.

“The police took Erin’s fingerprints from the aluminum frame on the window sill of the dressing room. They can confirm that Erin climbed through the window and entered the dressing room that morning. A high concentration of sensitizing substances was detected in the foundation. Under police questioning, Erin admitted it.”

After hearing the secretary’s words, Song Jia’s eyes were cold. “Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go through the procedure.”

The secretary was frightened by Song Jia’s dark and cold tone. In his impression, although Song Jia was a very cold person, he had never been really angry. But now, there seemed to be a terrifying hostility between Song Jia’s eyebrows.

The secretary hesitated for a moment and continued, “But Erin said that someone instructed her to do this. That person… is Lu Rou.”

Lu Rou? Song Jia’s gaze instantly became extremely sharp. Lu Rou was the one who instigated this? “Go to the police station. If there’s any news, report it to me directly and tell Officer Tang to investigate this matter to the end,” Song Jia said gloomily.

The secretary went out. Song Jia leaned against the leather seat, his gaze so cold that it was about to freeze.

Lu Rou. It was this woman again.

At dusk, Song Jia was still in his office when he suddenly received a message from Jiang Fei.

“President Song, are you busy? It’s like this. I hired a chef from Hua City these last two days. I remember that Ningning liked to eat the special osmanthus cake and sweet pear soup from Hua City when she was young. I was wondering if I could send the food prepared by the chef to her… Of course, if it’s inconvenient, forget it.” Jiang Fei sounded a little embarrassed, as if he felt that he had disturbed Song Jia again.

Song Jia looked at his watch. It was dinner time later. “Sure. Then, Mr. Jiang, get someone to send the food to my company. I’ll get someone to bring it to Lu

Zhen.’

“Alright, then I’ll have to trouble you, President Song!” Jiang Fei’s tone was very excited as he thanked him several times.

Soon, Jiang Fei sent someone to send the food to Jia Le Group’s headquarters. Song Jia stopped work and drove back to the district with the food.

In fact, he could have asked others to send the food to Lu Zhen’s house, but… it was rare for him to have an excuse to see her openly. Of course, he would not give this opportunity to others.

Before he entered the district, Song Jia called Lu Zhen. “You haven’t had dinner, right?” Song Jia asked.

“Not yet. Xiaoxiao is worried about what to eat for dinner.”

“l just went out to eat. I think the food at that restaurant is not bad. I brought some for you. Do you want to try it?” Song Jia said.

Lu Zhen was stunned for a moment, not understanding why Song Jia would suddenly bring her dinner. She hesitated for a moment and asked, “Have you gotten off work?”

“I’ve already entered the district. I’ll be there in five minutes.” Song Jia smiled.

Then, he heard Lu Zhen say in a panic, “Alright, I’ll open the door for you later. I’ll hang up first.”

Hearing the busy tone on the other end of the phone, Song Jia guessed that Lu Zhen might have gone to change. He looked at the lunch box in his hand in a good mood.

A few minutes later, Lu Zhen opened the door and saw Song Jia in a suit outside. The man’s suit was flat without a single wrinkle. He exuded a cold and elite aura, and there was a hint of coldness and alienation. However, the lunch box in his hand broke the balance of the man’s temperament and seemed a little out of place.

Lu Zhen invited Song Jia in. Song Jia placed the lunch box on the table. After opening the lunch box, a faint sweet fragrance wafted out..