"Brother Song, why are you here?" Shen Biqun was somewhat surprised by Song Qingshu's arrival. "Sister Cheng is still next door. It wouldn't be good if she found out."
"Actually, it wouldn't matter much if she found out." Song Qingshu hesitated, unsure whether he should tell her about his relationship with Cheng Yaojia. In the end, he decided against it. Cheng Yaojia had a family, after all; if he said it aloud, it would inevitably damage her reputation.
"Oh, people would laugh me to death." Shen Biqun hurriedly tried to push him away. She still had the mindset of a young girl, and with her former good friend next door, she was truly embarrassed.
Song Qingshu gently wrapped an arm around her. "Don't worry. I didn't come here to do anything. I just wanted to entrust a few things to you. I'll be leaving early tomorrow morning."
He truly had no improper intentions in coming to see Shen Biqun this time. She had just paid respects to her parents and was still immersed in profound grief, her thoughts entirely occupied with mourning for them. If he had come to be intimate with her at a time like this, he would have been worse than a beast.
Hearing his words, Shen Biqun realized she had misunderstood. Her face reddened slightly. "Brother Song, go and do what you need to do. I'll stay here for a while to tend my parents' graves and mourn for them. When you've finished your affairs someday, come find me again."
Listening to a heavenly beauty softly say that she would quietly wait for him here, any man would feel tenderness and satisfaction. Song Qingshu held her tightly in his arms and gently instructed her, "Most of the Lu family are our own people. Lu Guanying and