Everything happened so suddenly. Behind her were the startled cries of the servants, and the faint voices of Mr. Lu and Mrs. Lu asking what had happened.
But to Song Qiao, it seemed like she couldn't hear anything. Her eyes were fixed on her husband as he jumped into the swimming pool and brought another woman out.
The distance wasn't too far. All the bright streetlights were on. Standing there, Song Qiao could clearly see Lu Jingchen carrying the unconscious Zuo Yuqing and placing her on the grass, his face showing traces of fear and panic.
Fear... panic... She thought she was seeing things wrong, but after blinking and looking again, it wasn't an illusion.
There was no need for artificial respiration. Perhaps the rescue was timely. Just after Lu Jingchen placed Zuo Yuqing on the grass and pressed her chest twice, she awoke and spat out the water forced into her mouth. Her clothes were soaked, the dress clinging tightly to her body, almost revealing her graceful figure.
