Choice

This was the tragedy of clever people. They often instinctively sought a solution that satisfied everyone; in pursuit of the best possible outcome, they tended to overthink things. Unfortunately, the more they thought, the more likely they were to be wrong.

Huang Rong was exactly such a clever person. Were it an ordinary woman, she would have screamed instinctively by now. But Huang Rong was different. In that instant, Huang Rong, known as Zhuge Liang among women, considered far too much.

Hearing Song Qingshu's words, she finally understood why Madam Tang had looked so flushed with desire when she came in earlier. But realizing it now was far too late.

Huang Rong knew that, through a series of coincidences, Song Qingshu had mistaken her for Madam Tang. Like a mute eating bitter herbs—she could only swallow the bitterness. The phrase suddenly flashed through Huang Rong's mind, because she realized she could not even blame Song Qingshu!

She herself had knocked Madam Tang unconscious and stuffed her into the wardrobe. She herself had taken off the Soft Armor and lain on Song Qingshu's bed. And Song Qingshu had clearly arranged with Madam Tang to spend a night of passion in the room. Everything had been caused by her own hand.

"You adulterous pair!" Two trails of tears silently slid down Huang Rong's cheeks. She was furious and miserable, but she knew that falling out with Song Qingshu now was absolutely not the best strategy.

After all, what should not have happened had already happened. If Song Qingshu learned her identity, then given his lecherous nature, he would surely keep pestering her. By then, her happy, peaceful life would be utterly destroyed.

What gave Huang Rong an even greater headache was that she did not know how she would face this man