Madam Ruan's acting was exquisite. Even as she shamelessly sang her own praises right in front of him, she did not reveal the slightest flaw.
Song Qingshu did not have an omniscient perspective, so naturally he noticed nothing unusual. He merely teased her casually, "What, after chatting with her a few times, you're already speaking up for her? You praise her so highly—aren't you afraid I might take an interest in her?"
"If the mighty Young Master Song truly took an interest in her, how could I possibly stop you?" Madam Ruan spoke in an aggrieved tone, though inwardly she was furious. From the sound of it, who knew how these two usually talked about her behind her back?
Knowing Yingying's usual temperament, Song Qingshu thought she was genuinely angry when she said that. He cursed his own loose tongue for making trouble out of nothing.
"Yingying, I was only joking," Song Qingshu said, deciding to resort to shamelessness. He pulled her into his arms and doted on her. "That Madam Ruan may be decent enough, but how could she possibly compare to you?"
Caught in his embrace without warning, Madam Ruan felt his wandering hands roving over her body. She was both embarrassed and angry. That bastard really is as lecherous as the rumors say. Looking at how eager he is, who knows how he usually torments that delicate Miss Ren?
During this time, although she had approached Ren Yingying with ulterior motives, she had come to greatly admire Miss Ren's bearing and manner of speech through their daily conversations. Especially after her severe injuries, the faint pallor and fragility between her brows made one unable to help but feel pity for her...
Pah, pah, pah! What am I thinking? He's the one taking advantage of me right now...