CH 8.1

TL: Qian

ED: Arya

PR: Vaishu

QC: Ujjawal

Lin Qinglu didn’t know why she suddenly pretended to be asleep.

When she realized what she was doing, she carefully kept her breathing slow and even.

Come to think of it, it seemed that she and Song Pianzhen were both in the backseat, with only an arm’s breadth between them.

Nobody spoke and a tranquil silence descended upon them.

So, when she looked over towards Song Pianzhen, whose swan-like neck was slightly slumped, Lin Qinglu’s eyes coincidentally flitted shut.

Anxious, she did her best to breathe evenly. However, her heartbeat seemed very loud and erratic.

Fortunately, Song Pianzhen couldn’t hear it.

But due to her racing heart, Lin Qinglu wasn’t able to hear anything else either.

After waiting for a long time, Lin Qinglu didn’t sense any movement in the car.

Today, she was feeling quite curious, so she sleepily turned around and cracked one eye open to sneakily look at Song Pianzhen.

Song Pianzhen had her headphones on and was gazing out the window. A ray of sunlight shone on her hair, illuminating it with a warm light.

Suddenly, Song Pianzhen turned around and looked at her.

Lin Qinglu subconsciously closed her eyes and continued to pretend to be asleep.

Then, she felt the blanket shift.

Turns out, Song Pianzhen had turned to adjust her blanket properly.

The ride was smooth, and the temperature from the air-conditioning was comfortable. Lin Qinglu had a warm blanket draped over her, and when she woke up, she found that she had unknowingly fallen asleep at some point in time.

Groggily, she opened her eyes and saw the laughing Song Pianzhen hadn’t left.

“Ms. Lin, we’re here.”

Maintaining her calm composure, Lin Qinglu replied in a cool manner, “Okay.”

She sat up, stretched her hand to flip her hair, and looked out the window.

Outside the window stood a glamorous, high-rise building with a red carpet rolled out at the entrance, and silhouettes of people entering and exiting.

It didn’t seem to be an established brand.

“Lele had mentioned that this place would be quite crowded. Ms. Lin, you’ve got a lot of fans, so shall we ask the driver to bring the food here?” Jian Yixin asked softly.

‘Lele? Such an intimate form of address?‘

Lin Qinglu pursued her lips and decided on a different approach, “Is it really okay to trouble that gentleman’s driver like that?”

She glanced at Xiao Dong and thought, How come Song Pianzhen said that so naturally?

‘How familiar is she with the driver’s boss?’