Lan Fenghuang stared at her in astonishment as well. This woman looks so refined and demure on the surface, like a respectable young matron. Who would have thought she was so bold and uninhibited underneath?
"You!" Wan Gui's vision went dark, and he nearly fainted from rage.
Song Qingshu said coldly, "If I remember correctly, you just said you wanted to make me a green-capped cuckold?"
Wan Gui's eyes nearly split with fury. Just moments ago, he had been smugly spouting obscenities before Lan Fenghuang. Who would have thought reality would turn out to be so ironic? He wanted to do something to vent his anger, only to discover that he could do nothing at all.
"Qi Fang, come here." Song Qingshu beckoned to Qi Fang.
Qi Fang looked at her husband, hesitation on her face. Though she did not know what Song Qingshu intended to do, she had a terrible premonition.
"Come here." Song Qingshu repeated himself, his voice leaving no room for doubt.
Qi Fang bit her lip and finally shuffled over. Just as she was about to say something to ease the awkwardness, Song Qingshu stretched out an arm and pulled her into his embrace.
"Song..." She was utterly stunned. She had barely uttered a single word before Song Qingshu sealed her lips.
"Mmph... mmph..." Qi Fang's eyes widened, and only one thought filled her mind: How can this be? My husband is right beside us!
Although she had long resolved to sever all ties with Wan Gui, they had still been husband and wife for many years. Those instinctive reactions were not so easily changed.
Humiliation filled Qi Fang's heart. She did not dare look at her husband's expression and could only close her eyes, though her lightly trembling lashes showed that she was far from