Chapter 987: A Target Has Already Been Locked On

Suddenly, Song Yinyin realized in her mind: Lu Jihan giving her flowers could be considered a post-event consolation.

With this thought, her original intention to act a little aloof in front of him dissipated just like that.

At this moment, Lu Jihan got out of the car and looked at her, saying, "Do you like it?"

"Hmm, it’s okay."

"Just okay?" Lu Jihan slightly raised an eyebrow.

It was obvious he was not satisfied with her answer.

"Just like that? I’ve been worried all day, and if it weren’t for all the piled-up company matters, I would have hurried back to cheer you up immediately, my dear wife."

Lu Jihan wrapped his arm around her slender waist, lightly sighed, with a hint of acting spoiled.

When Song Yinyin saw the large bouquet of fragrant, overflowing lilies, the last bit of her resentment vanished completely.

"Alright, I admit, this bouquet is beautiful, and I like it very much."

"Are you still angry about what happened earlier today?" Lu Jihan cupped her face, carefully examining her expression.

Song Yinyin rolled her eyes: "That depends on how you behave."

Although she didn’t say it explicitly, the meaning was obvious; she wasn’t mad at him anymore.

Actually, when she ran out like that during the day, his heart had been in his throat, fearing that, being pregnant, she might do something foolish in a fit of anger.

Luckily, Shen Kang had followed her, and Song Yinyin had not chased him away, which allowed him to breathe a slight sigh of relief.

Later, she shopped to her heart’s content, and he knew about it.

He let her be; anything was fine as long as she could vent her anger.

Thinking of this, a smile finally appeared on Lu Jihan’s face.

"Come on, let’s go upstairs."

The two of them walked upstairs hand in hand.

After just a few steps, Song Yinyin suddenly remembered something, held Lu Jihan’s large hand, and stopped.

"What’s wrong?" he asked.

Only in front of her did his voice become so deep and gentle, like the mellow and pleasant sound of a cello.

Song Yinyin lowered her gaze to the deep lines in his palm and said word by word:

"Actually, I should apologize to you. You’re right; I was indeed very emotional today and got stubborn over trivial things. I admit I don’t like Chi Wen. I know that’s wrong, but I just can’t control myself... I’ll try to manage my emotions in the future."

With a slight pause, she looked up at Lu Jihan and said quietly, "Do you think this is my possessiveness at work?"

He laughed softly, rubbed her cheek, gave her a light peck on the lip, and said:

"Love is inherently selfish. On the contrary, I also have possessiveness over you. Two people in love influence each other. Because of deep love, you want to be the only one in the other’s heart."

"Then...do you still trust me? Do you suspect it was me who stole the bidding proposal?"

This was Song Yinyin’s most concerning question.

Lu Jihan shook his head and said, "Yinyin, I have never doubted you."

With his words, Song Yinyin felt much better inside.

She sniffled, looked up, and asked, "Then what will you do now? Can you find the insider who stole the bidding proposal? Or, perhaps, do you have a target in mind?"

"I do have some, but..."

"But what?"

Song Yinyin asked eagerly.

"Never mind, I’ll handle it. You don’t need to worry." Lu Jihan turned over Song Yinyin’s wrist, holding it in his palm, and pressed a gentle kiss on the back of her hand with his thin lips.