Invitation

Huang Rong wore an equally awkward expression. Watching Madam Tang leap joyfully into Song Qingshu's arms like a young girl, Huang Rong even felt a trace of secret contempt. According to the intelligence, Madam Tang was a married woman, after all. But thinking of her own circumstances, Huang Rong realized she had no standing to criticize her.

It was clear that the surprise and smile on Madam Tang's face were genuine, which only confused Huang Rong further. Why did this man possess such immense charm that he could captivate a married woman like this?

But Huang Rong soon accepted it. Song Qingshu was an exceptionally charming man. Before what had happened last night, she had even harbored a faint fondness for him. To stop herself from overthinking, she had even considered marrying her daughter to him...

Even before tonight's events, she had maintained a rather good impression of Song Qingshu. Even though he had taken her by mistake last night, it had been an accident, and she herself had been more to blame. It was difficult to fault him too much.

But what had happened today made it hard for Huang Rong to forgive him. All her previous fondness for him had vanished in an instant. Yet for some reason, although she no longer liked him, she could not bring herself to hate him either. Seeing him embrace Madam Tang so intimately even made her feel vaguely sour and uncomfortable.

Song Qingshu did not know what Huang Rong was thinking at that moment, but he could roughly guess what consequences his actions tonight would bring. He had originally planned to slowly win Huang Rong's heart, but plans could not keep up with changes. Through a series of mishaps, he had obtained her body first.

He was no innocent young boy.