Hearing Chen Yuanyuan's answer, Ren Yingying and Luo Bing were both stunned. For one thing, neither had expected her not to get angry; for another, they were curious about what she meant. Could it be that Song Qingshu was still running brothels?
Thinking of that possibility, the two women turned hostile looks toward Song Qingshu beside them.
Song Qingshu looked embarrassed. After hesitating for a long while, he finally answered awkwardly, "In a certain sense... uh, it can indeed be considered one of my businesses..."
Before he could finish, Ren Yingying's pretty face flushed red with anger. "How could you do something so utterly immoral?" In her fury, she had originally wanted to say something far cruder, but just as the words reached her lips, she suddenly felt they were too vulgar. Besides, if she and he ever... wouldn't that be cursing her own future son? So she hurriedly changed her wording.
Luo Bing deeply agreed, but constrained by her status, she found it inappropriate to say anything. Seeing Ren Yingying speak up now, she quickly nodded as well, clearly sharing the same opinion.
After all, this world differed somewhat from the world Song Qingshu had once known. In his former world, apart from the very few girls forced into that line of work, most were drawn by the fast money and easy work. They could toil away as low-level office workers for more than half a year and still earn less than they could in one month as prostitutes. Naturally, they knew which choice to make.
But in this world, where ritual propriety prevailed, few would fall into the pleasure quarters unless they had no other choice. In a sense, most women in brothels were pitiable souls.
As women themselves, Ren Yingying and the others naturally sympathized with them.