Jealous Rivalry

Huang Rong's face filled with worry. She naturally understood that Ouyang Feng hated her and her husband to the bone; how could he possibly hand over the antidote? Hearing Song Qingshu's words, she could not help asking doubtfully, "Ouyang Feng refusing to give us the antidote and us being unable to obtain the antidote—aren't those the same thing?"

"Of course they aren't the same." Song Qingshu looked at her teasingly. "What's wrong? Rong'er, known as Zhuge Liang among women, still hasn't figured it out after all this time?"

The past two days had been far too absurd. Huang Rong thought that it was already remarkable that she had not broken down and could still hold a normal conversation. How could her mind possibly be turning fast enough? But with his reminder, she finally understood a little. "Could it be that you've thought of a way?"

"Of course. Don't you know who your man is?" Song Qingshu raised his chin, looking thoroughly pleased with himself.

Huang Rong spat lightly. "Hmph, my man is Jing Gege, not a bastard like you."

"Not so, not so." Song Qingshu unconsciously imitated Bao Butong's catchphrase. "Jing Gege is your husband, while I am your man. There's no conflict at all."

"You really are a bastard!" Huang Rong's delicate body trembled slightly. But she knew it was unwise to argue with him over this matter, so she could only turn away and pretend to be angry, ignoring him.

"It's the truth." Song Qingshu reached out and wrapped an arm around her waist, gently caressing her flat, supple abdomen. "If I weren't your man, would you allow me to touch you like this?"

Huang Rong took a deep breath. "Fine, I surrender. Just tell me what your plan is." She had already suffered far greater losses, so