In the room next door, Chu Jiaren was focusing on painting wedding design drafts, completely unaware of the reports that were already flying everywhere.
After drawing for a whole morning, his arms were a little sore, and Chu Jiaren sat up straight and stretched.
I pinched the nose bone between the corners of my eyes and suddenly felt someone on the sofa behind me.
Lu Shaochen sat quietly on the sofa, leaning lazily on it. Seeing Chu Jiaren looking over, he smiled and did not take the initiative to speak.
“When did I come in” didn’t hear any sound at all.
“It’s been a while, and I saw that you were very focused on painting, so I didn’t disturb you.”
“I have something to do”
“Well, there is a social event in the evening that I need to take my wife to attend.” Lu Shaochen looked at her, “Prepare, you have to go out in more than an hour.”
Seeing that Chu Jiaren has not responded, Lu Shaochen said again, “If you don’t want to, I can attend alone.”
Lu Shaochen spoke very well and politely, and there was no intention of being embarrassed by her.
Chu Jiaren hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded in agreement, “I’ll go.”
In order to get a successful divorce, she must play the role she should play.
After a pause, Chu Yimo asked again, “About our divorce.”
Lu Shaochen interrupted with a smile, “We are less than a month old, and we are still newly married. Is it a bit early to talk about divorce now?” He said again, “You don’t have to worry. Ningxin is going to have a child in three or four months, and it won’t take long.”
Chu Jiaren thought for a while and didn’t ask more questions.
Chu Jiaren took a shower and dried her hair, she came out of the bathroom, saw the backless long skirt placed on the bed, and looked up at Lu Shaochen with a questioning look.
“Today’s social engagement is very important, you can wear this one.” Lu Shaochen said in a half-hearted tone, “The whole city D now knows that I accompany you to the mall and bought this long skirt. And you wear it on important occasions. Can’t you convey to the outside world what we have made up for? It won’t be possible for tabloid reporters to write randomly, and my mother has to read it with me again.”