"You heard nothing?" Song Qingshu smiled noncommittally. "We're all intelligent people here. Why does Madam have to deceive herself?"
Cheng Yaojia regretted it bitterly. Why had she been so possessed as to eavesdrop? She had ended up hearing such a shocking secret and brought trouble upon herself.
"I won't tell anyone else," Cheng Yaojia hurriedly promised.
Song Qingshu shook his head and rose to walk over to her. "I don't doubt the sincerity of your words right now, Madam. But people always change. When the time comes, and I'm not there to keep an eye on you, who knows whether some other reason might make you choose to reveal my secret?"
Cheng Yaojia retreated two steps and said in a panic, "I won't. You've shown me such great kindness these past few days. I haven't even had time to repay my gratitude. How could I do something to betray you?"
Looking at her delicate, lovely face, Song Qingshu asked calmly, "What if your husband tells you to?"
"I... I still won't say anything." Cheng Yaojia hesitated at first, but her voice gradually grew firmer.
Song Qingshu reached out and tucked a strand of hair by her ear behind it. "I can feel Madam's sincerity at this moment, but I'm a rational person. I won't entrust the future to a single promise."
Cheng Yaojia's face turned pale. Trembling, she said, "I understand what you mean. I only ask that you remember your earlier promise and help me rescue Lu Lang." With that, she quietly closed her eyes.
Watching her fine lashes tremble gently, Song Qingshu smiled. "What are you doing?"
"Aren't you going to kill me to silence me? Do it, then," Cheng Yaojia answered. Yet her rapidly rising and falling chest showed that she was nowhere near as calm as