Lu Wushuang bore a deep blood feud against Li Mochou. How could she possibly kneel to her enemy's friend?
Song Qingshu froze, then smiled. "I nearly forgot about the grudge between you. Aside from my connection to Li Mochou, I have another identity. Well, I do not know what you should call me under that relationship. In short, I am your martial uncle's man, so I count as someone from your uncle's generation. It is only proper for you to kowtow to me."
At this, not only Lu Wushuang but even Cheng Ying's expression changed. "You are Miss Long's... man?"
Song Qingshu had originally meant Bing Xue'er. However, Lu Wushuang and Cheng Ying only knew that Li Mochou had a junior martial sister, so they instinctively assumed he meant Xiaolongnü. After considering it, he did not correct them. Bing Xue'er's identity was special, and explaining it would take a great deal of effort. They might even think he was making it up. "In a sense, yes."
After all, he and Xiaolongnü had long since laid bare before each other, and he had nearly touched every inch of her body. Driven by possessiveness, how could he allow her to marry another man?
Upon receiving his confirmation, Cheng Ying cried out, "How could that be? Miss Long loves Brother Yang so much..."
"Nothing is impossible in this world," Song Qingshu replied indifferently. "Besides, Yang Guo now has a fiancée of his own."
"What?" Lu Wushuang clutched her chest, her entire body seeming to have suffered a heavy blow. Cheng Ying was equally despondent.
"May I ask who Brother Yang's fiancée is?" Cheng Ying was the first to recover. She forced herself to ask.
Song Qingshu did not answer. Instead, he said, "I came to Lu Mansion today to discuss serious business with