Married by Accident: The Rich CEO's Deeply Rooted Pampering Tactics

Upon hearing that she was going to ask for leave, Qiao Luo quickly stopped her.

"No need, I'm fine, I can go to work."

Lu Tingnian was still a little worried when he saw her expression. While Qiao Luo went back to her room to change clothes, he called Han Jian.

"Come over here right away and take Qiao Luo to work."

When Qiao Luo came out after changing her clothes, she found Lu Tingnian waiting for her outside the door. Judging from his expression, it seemed like he had something to say to her. Qiao Luo was a little puzzled, "You... have something to tell me?"

Lu Tingnian nodded.

Qiao Luo glanced at the time.

"I'm almost late for work. It's not very important. Can we talk about it when I get back?"

She had to take the bus and subway, and time was a bit tight.

"You'll ride to work in Han Jian's car in a little while. He drives steadily and fast, so you don't have to worry about being late for work."

Lu Tingnian said.

"Mr. Han has arrived?"

Qiao Luo was surprised. Although she was a little embarrassed to trouble Han Jian again, Lu Tingnian had already said so, so what could she say?

"OK then."

She pushed Lu Tingnian into the bedroom next door.

It was obvious that he didn't want a third person to hear what he was about to say.

After arriving in the bedroom, Lu Tingnian remained silent for a moment before speaking.

Are you really okay last night?

He spoke in a very serious tone, which made Qiao Luo a little nervous. She didn't understand why Lu Tingnian was asking this question. Had he already sensed something?

But last night, she was certain that there was no one at the alley entrance.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have panicked and injured Gu Qiyan.

Thinking this, Qiao Luo quickly replied, "Of course."

"you sure?"

Lu Tingnian seemed unconvinced.

Qiao Luo: "..."

What was he suspecting? She was indeed fine; she was just a little frightened and had a minor scrape, otherwise she wouldn't be standing here unharmed.

But Lu Tingnian clearly didn't believe it. Qiao Luo didn't know why he didn't believe it, but she felt it was necessary to dispel his doubts.

So she paused, then slowly squatted down in front of him and said, "I know you're worried about me, but I'm really fine. See, I'm perfectly fine in front of you now, okay?"

Her eyes were full of sincerity, and she didn't seem to be lying. Lu Tingnian fell into deep thought.

Han Jian just came over to report to him that there were no surveillance cameras in the alley at the entrance of the village, but they accidentally spotted Qiao Luo's figure in surveillance footage from other places.

She was walking with a man, and although they kept their distance the whole time, it was clear that the two knew each other.

However, the surveillance footage was limited by its angle, only capturing the man's back view and not his face.

And only a very short portion.

Considering the scene when he saw Qiao Luo last night—her face was so pale and she looked so panicked—and the abrasions on her hands, it was impossible that nothing had happened.

He was still worried, so he asked her again.

Did he think too much?

Thinking of this, Lu Tingnian didn't ask any further questions.

He nodded and said, "Okay, it's good that you're alright. Han Jian is waiting outside. Go to work."

Qiao Luo nodded, got up and left.

Lu Tingnian stared at her back. Since Qiao Luo was alright, then who was that man last night?

What is his relationship with Qiao Luo?

Why did she not mention anything about meeting that man when he asked?

Lu Tingnian felt that Qiao Luo must be hiding something from him, and as for what she was hiding, only she herself probably knew.

Qiao Luo had no idea what Lu Tingnian was thinking. She had taken Han Jian's car to the magazine office that morning.

When she arrived at the office, many of her colleagues were not yet there. One colleague who had arrived earlier looked at her with a puzzled expression and said, "Qiao Luo, you're here quite early today."

After all, she usually arrives right on time.

Qiao Luo thought to herself: Of course it's early since we don't have to squeeze onto buses and subways.

She wished someone could deliver things to her every day from now on, but she knew that was impossible.

I only chatted briefly with my colleagues before getting back to work.

Around noon, she received a call from her father, Qiao Dahai.