At this moment, Si Kongtong was chatting quietly with Ge Rong about the singing in the arena, praising the lively, spirited woman onstage.
"Xiaoshu's singing is becoming more and more pleasing to the ear."
Hearing her daughter praised, a trace of a gentle smile appeared on Ge Rong's taut face. She was clearly pleased.
Before she could modestly respond,
Ge Rong caught sight of Lu Feng's pleading glance toward Si Kongtong. Her expression immediately darkened again. "Young Master Lu, you're unwilling to drink even this mere fruit wine? That's rather disrespectful, isn't it? Surely a grown man isn't afraid of getting drunk? When my daughter was sixteen, she could drink two or three jars of fruit wine like this."
Once again sensing Ge Rong's inexplicable hostility and targeting, Lu Feng could only withdraw the look he had cast at Si Kongtong, out of respect for her status as an elder.
"Ah..." Noticing this, Si Kongtong let out a soft sigh and murmured, You asked me for help. I have to help you somehow.
She then turned to Rong Wenxuan and reminded him, "Uncle Rong, drink a little less."
In Si Kongtong's heart, she had always felt hesitant and conflicted whenever she faced Lu Feng. Because of Bai Xue, she did not know how to face this unusual affection; for a time, she had even distanced herself from Bai Xue.
She had thought of running away and resisting, but when she truly came into contact with it again, it was like a breached dam—impossible to withstand.
Rong Wenxuan hesitated and looked toward Ge Rong, as if saying, The Head of the House has spoken. Should I keep going along with your deliberate needling, or what?
Ge Rong answered with a firm look, then said gently to Si Kongtong, "Tong Tong, today