Seeing the two of them chatting and laughing in the room, Cheng Ying felt her blood surge. She rushed over excitedly, yanked Song Qingshu off the bed, then stood between them, glaring at him like a mother hen protecting her chicks. "What are you trying to do?"
Song Qingshu smiled wryly. "Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?"
"Exactly." Lu Wushuang finally came to her senses as well. "Brother Song came to check my injuries. Cousin, what are you doing?"
"Brother Song?" Cheng Ying flew into a rage. "Yesterday, you could hardly wait to kill him. Since when did you become so close?"
"Cousin~" Lu Wushuang blushed at her words, casting Song Qingshu an embarrassed glance before coquettishly protesting to Cheng Ying, "I'm not someone like Guo Fu, who can't tell good from bad. Brother Song expended so much true qi and precious medicine to treat my injuries. I'm grateful to him already; how could I hate him?" Back when she had been with Yang Guo, she had often traded barbs with Guo Fu and had never held much affection for that spoiled, willful young lady.
Cheng Ying was left speechless. She could hardly tell her what had happened last night, could she? She had originally acted for Lu Wushuang's sake, only to be blamed by her instead. Yet she could not reveal the truth, leaving her thoroughly depressed.
Lu Wushuang could not understand why her cousin, who had always treated people politely, was acting this way today. However, she now had something she cared about more and did not dwell on it. "By the way, Brother Song, yesterday you mentioned... mentioned Silly Egg... Brother Yang's... fiancée. What was that about?"
Even Cheng Ying, who had been sulking, was immediately drawn in. She pricked up her ears and listened