Plunder

Chapter 384: Chapter 384: The Fall Chapter 384: Chapter 384: The Fall The next morning, Zhou Jin’an unusually left the house early. The kitchen was ready with breakfast, his favorite small wontons, but he didn’t eat a bite and hurried away.

When Qiao En got up, Sister Rong popped her head out from the kitchen and muttered, “Is the young master attending an early meeting today? He’d been clamoring for small wontons the past couple of days, and I specially made them. Now, he doesn’t appreciate it; looks like I’m getting old!”

Qiao En smiled and leaned in close to Sister Rong, “If he doesn’t eat it, that’s his loss. I love them. Cook two bowls later, and I’ll call Xiaolu over to eat.”

The servants urged Nian’en to get out of bed and brought her the prepared breakfast, with school time fast approaching, Nian’en still appeared bleary-eyed.

“Mom, when can I be like you? I really don’t want to go to school.”

She was only in primary school and already exhibited signs of school reluctance.

“After you finish college, then you can.”

Qiao En never spoiled Nian’en, but she also didn’t treat her entirely like a naive child. Communication between mother and daughter on many topics was on equal footing.

Nian’en pouted, “But that’s so many years away. I don’t know if I can last that long.”

“Spit it out! What nonsense are you saying so early in the morning? You’re only so young and already talking like that. Rush to school, and come home early after. I’ll make you your favorite salt and pepper ribs.”

Sister Rong slipped the freshly made juice into Nian’en’s backpack, and the servants quickly took her by the hand and left for school.

Qiao En called Xiaolu, and in less than five minutes, she was over.

The two families lived close to each other, which did have its benefits.

Sister Rong finished cooking the wontons, and Qiao En and Xiaolu each had a bowl, chatting in the pavilion in the backyard.

Naturally, much of the conversation revolved around the Zhou brothers.

As they finished their bowls of wontons, a car horn sounded in the front courtyard.

“Big brother’s back,” said Xiaolu.

Qiao En craned her neck for a look, and indeed, the car Zhou Jin’an was in was parked in the front courtyard.

It was office hours now; he should be busy with work. For him to return home at this time, it must be for something important.

“Sister-in-law, you go take a look first. I won’t go over,” suggested Xiaolu, her bowl now empty, and handed it to Qiao En.

“Sure, have a seat. I’ll be right back.”

Qiao En took the bowl back and didn’t see Zhou Jin’an but the driver, Xiao Hu.

“Young Madam, Director Zhou needs to go on a sudden business trip and asked me to come back to pack a few changes of clothes,” said Xiao Hu.

Qiao En asked suspiciously, “When is he leaving?”

“It should be today, but I don’t know the exact time.”

Qiao En suddenly fell silent.

Last night, they had just shared an unusual candlelight dinner together, and Zhou Jin’an hadn’t mentioned anything about the trip.

She glanced at her phone, and he hadn’t sent her any messages.

She was his wife; if he was going on a business trip, he would have told her right away.

But today, he had said nothing.