Song Qingshu had never imagined that Tang Saier had come for Wei Ruolan. In his mind, those two had been utterly unrelated.
Thinking of how Wei Ruolan not only had a wealthy young lady devoted to him but also a ravishing White Lotus Saintess willing to risk her life to save him, Song Qingshu suddenly found himself a little jealous of the man's astonishing charm.
"I had wondered where Wei Ruolan got all that Xiaoyao School martial arts from. So you taught him. You really spared no expense." As Song Qingshu spoke, he realized he was somewhat displeased. Since Tang Saier had passed the Xiaoyao School's divine arts on to Wei Ruolan, their relationship was clearly far from ordinary.
Although he had no feelings for Tang Saier whatsoever, the thought of such a great beauty belonging to another man still made him uncomfortable.
Men's innate vice, Song Qingshu mocked himself with a smile.
"Did you know that Wei Ruolan has a fiancée?" Song Qingshu had wanted to see her reaction, but to his disappointment, Tang Saier's eyes did not ripple in the slightest.
"I know."
"Uh?" Song Qingshu was quite surprised and could not help asking, "You're not angry at all?"
"Why should I be angry?" Tang Saier looked at him in confusion.
If Song Qingshu had initially been somewhat jealous of Wei Ruolan, he now felt nothing but pure admiration. To make two women of such extraordinary status obediently devoted to him, without either of them feeling the least bit jealous, and enjoy the blessings of having both—he himself could not manage that.
"What exactly is your relationship with Wei Ruolan?" Seeing her be so magnanimous, Song Qingshu could not help becoming suspicious.
"He is the most important person in my life, and the one I care about most."