Should He Save Him?

"Younger Sister Rong'er!" Song Qingshu's eyes lit up, and he jogged over excitedly.

Seeing the bright smile on the man's face, Huang Rong's expression alternated between red and pale. She snorted inwardly. He looks so sunny and refined now, like a perfect gentleman, but last night he was like a beast, doing nothing but rutting against me. You really can't judge a man by his appearance.

Song Qingshu's call of "Younger Sister Rong'er" made Huang Rong tremble. She instinctively took a step back to keep her distance and said somewhat flusteredly, "Don't, don't call me that."

Song Qingshu's smile froze. "Wasn't everything fine yesterday? Did something happen?" Thinking of how he had gone through so much trouble last night to get her to agree to let him call her that, Song Qingshu felt thoroughly depressed. This woman was far too fickle. Does she still want me to save her husband or not?

Naturally, he did not dare say what he was thinking aloud, lest he leave her with the impression that he was exploiting her predicament.

Seeing Song Qingshu's aggrieved expression, Huang Rong truly felt like crying without tears. I'm the one who should feel wronged, all right? Last night, I was more than just your younger sister—I even played the part of your lover.

But Huang Rong would sooner die than mention what had happened in the middle of the night, so she merely put on a stern face and snorted.

Song Qingshu found her utterly baffling. However, considering that she was likely upset because of her husband, he soon let it go. As a man, he had to be more magnanimous.

"Younger Sister Rong'er, have you finished handling the Beggar's Clan's affairs?" Understanding her was one thing; listening to her was another. Song Qingshu's skin was clearly thick