She stepped forward.
Yun Sheng instinctively took half a step back, her Sword Cultivator instincts making every muscle in her body tense.
But Song Qiuya did not lash out. Instead, she reached out and gently took Yun Sheng's other hand.
"M-Miss Song." Yun Sheng's voice trembled.
"Still calling me Miss Song?" Song Qiuya looked at her, her gaze softening. "Thank you for last night. From now on, make yourself at home here. If he bullies you, tell me. I'll stand up for you."
Yun Sheng froze.
She had expected a storm of fury, or perhaps cutting remarks from the first wife. Instead, Song Qiuya's acceptance broke through the last wall around her heart.
"I... I only wanted to repay his kindness." Yun Sheng lowered her head, her voice barely audible, the blush reaching all the way to her ears.
"Whether it was to repay his kindness or for something else, once you've come through this door, we're all sisters." Song Qiuya led Yun Sheng to the table and sat down with her, then turned to Chen Lin, her tone instantly cool again. "What are you standing around for? Chuxia's bottleneck at the tenth layer of Qi Refining has loosened. Hurry up and guard her while she cultivates."
Chen Lin rubbed his nose and gave a dry cough. "All right."
Just like that, Song Qiuya effortlessly defused the romantic showdown.
Chen Lin secretly counted his blessings. The first wife's composure was truly unshakable.
The turmoil within the Song-Style Courtyard House had subsided, but outside, a massive storm had already erupted.
There was no concealing the battle in the East China Sea.
More than ten million people across the three provinces along the Eastern Zhejiang Coast had been urgently evacuated overnight, leaving endless lines of traffic clogging the highways. Such unprecedented