Huang Rong's abrupt cry made everyone in the room look strange. Chen Yuanyuan glanced at her, then at Song Qingshu, her eyes thoughtful.
Chen Youliang was deeply curious. "Why does Huang Rong seem so afraid of Song Qingshu? Did something happen between them?"
Song Qingshu smiled bitterly to himself. It seemed the psychological shadow he had left on her was still quite severe; even now, she resisted him so strongly.
Noticing the expressions around her, Huang Rong blushed, realizing that she had overreacted. Just as she was considering how to ease the awkwardness, Guo Jing spoke up beside her. "Rong'er, Brother Song saved our lives. You really should not act like this."
Hearing her husband's rebuke, Huang Rong felt bitter. Jing Gege, how could you possibly know what really happened? Yet she did not blame him in the slightest. She knew very well that her husband was someone who judged matters on their merits, supporting reason rather than family. That uprightness was precisely why she had fallen for him in the first place.
"It is mainly because the journey from Xiangyang to Lin'an was exhausting," Huang Rong said, her thoughts racing as she searched for excuses. "And after arriving in Lin'an, we came straight to the Beggar's Clan headquarters without rest. I am feeling somewhat tired now... Besides, Young Master Song saved our lives, yet we have not even prepared a gift. Jing Gege, perhaps we should pay him a visit another day."
Guo Jing hesitated. He knew his wife had a point, and given her current condition, she could not endure too much fatigue.
Song Qingshu smiled. "Sect Leader Huang, you are being too formal. What is the relationship between us? Why bother with such empty courtesies? Your visit to my humble home would be the best gift. Besides,