Wei Ruolan did not answer. Instead, he kept looking behind Song Qingshu, but when he did not see that lovely figure, he could not help asking, "Why didn't she come back?"
"She?" Song Qingshu's expression turned somewhat strange. Smiling, he replied, "She wasn't feeling well, so she went back to sleep."
She had been fine just moments ago, yet after going out for a while, she suddenly felt unwell. Then he himself had been granted a chance at forgiveness... Wei Ruolan was no fool, and he naturally connected the dots. His expression changed instantly.
As if he had guessed what Wei Ruolan was thinking, Song Qingshu deliberately said in an ambiguous tone, "You're a smart man. There are some things you can figure out without me saying them. Come to think of it, I rather admire you."
"What do you admire about me?" Wei Ruolan forced himself to restrain his emotions so that his reaction would seem more ordinary.
"I admire how you managed to make the Shi family's noble young lady so devoted to you," Song Qingshu said in wonder. "She was actually willing to make such an enormous sacrifice for you. Many married couples in this world might not even be able to go that far."
Yet Wei Ruolan found no joy in his praise. He was consumed with fury, and his eyes turned bloodshot.
"Are you angry now?" Without waiting for an answer, Song Qingshu continued, "Fair enough. Any man would be angry if another man had done that to his fiancée."
Wei Ruolan's eyes were crimson, but he could not utter a word. Only gurgling sounds came from his throat.
"What you should feel now isn't anger, but regret. Regret that you were blinded by profit and desire, and regret that you chose to oppose me."