After Escaping Marriage - Chapter 119
Chapter 119
This kiss wasn't long, lasting only two or three seconds. The tip of her tongue gave a light flick and then retreated, a mere taste.
Yu Qingtang's eyes, however, seemed to hold a pool of water, the faint red at the corners like alluring, enchanting spring scenery.
Her gaze was sparkling, a hint of imperceptible shyness hidden within, not avoiding Cheng Zhanxi's eyes.
"Click."
Cheng Zhanxi unbuckled her own seatbelt, stretched out her arm, and braced it on the edge of the passenger seat. Yu Qingtang's vision darkened as Cheng Zhanxi's lips pressed down.
Yu Qingtang didn't let her conquer and seize territory; the two engaged in a prolonged tug-of-war.
Yu Qingtang's seatbelt also came undone. She leaned towards Cheng Zhanxi, one hand hooking around her neck, the other cupping the back of her head.
While being invincible was certainly exhilarating, the back-and-forth, with both winning and losing, was even more stimulating.
Her lungs suffocating to the point of bursting, Cheng Zhanxi finally released her. She lowered the car window, letting the summer evening breeze blow in, cooling the heat on their cheeks.
Cheng Zhanxi turned her face, looking at Yu Qingtang, whose face was flushed from kissing. She reached out a finger to tilt her chin, her voice slightly hoarse, "What did my mom say to you during the day?"
——Very simple, however she treats you, you treat her the same way.
So Yu Qingtang, with a reverse move, also hooked Cheng Zhanxi's chin.
Cheng Zhanxi: "..."
She lowered her eyes, looking at Yu Qingtang's slender, fair knuckles. A slight itch started deep in her teeth, then that itch burrowed into her body, into her heart.
Cheng Zhanxi licked her lips, released the hand holding Yu Qingtang's chin, and said, "Let's go home first."
Yu Qingtang obediently let go: "Okay."
After all, her experience was shallow; she did whatever was said, not knowing to strike while the iron was hot.
Back home, Yu Qingtang was taken.
Yu Qingtang, wrapped in a thin blanket, sat on the sofa. Cheng Zhanxi was handling the aftercare. When Cheng Zhanxi returned from opening the window for ventilation, Yu Qingtang used the remote to turn on the TV.
Thanks to their frequent sex life, Yu Qingtang's stamina was much better than before. In terms of being the receptive partner, once or twice didn't make her feel tired at all; it could only be described as a daily activity. She would rather be receptive all night than go out for a run.
Cheng Zhanxi sat down beside her and put an arm around her shoulder. Yu Qingtang spontaneously leaned into her embrace, as if boneless.
Cheng Zhanxi held her.
Yu Qingtang's mind was no longer on the TV. She tilted her head up to look at her and said, "Don't be angry anymore, okay?"
Yu Qingtang, having just experienced intimacy, exuded a captivatingly feminine aura, different from her usual purity. Her slender, jade-like fingers hooked the collar of Cheng Zhanxi's shirt, her breath fragrant as orchids, the beauty mark at the uplifted corner of her eye alluring, her voice very charming.
How she had evolved into this, Cheng Zhanxi didn't know.
She only knew she could no longer utter the word "angry."
King Zhou of Shang facing Su Daji must have felt like this, right?
Cheng Zhanxi opened her mouth, her teeth gently nipping the soft flesh of Yu Qingtang's chin, grinding lightly. All was forgiven.
Yu Qingtang whispered delicately, "It hurts..."
Cheng Zhanxi had used almost no force; she was sure Yu Qingtang was pretending, but she willingly took the bait, blowing gently on the spot, "Does it still hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt." A hint of slyness flashed in Yu Qingtang's eyes.
Cheng Zhanxi tapped her fingertip on the tip of Yu Qingtang's nose.
Yu Qingtang tilted back her long, snowy neck. Cheng Zhanxi's fingertip slid from the tip of her nose to her lips. Yu Qingtang's thin lips parted, and she took Cheng Zhanxi's finger into her mouth.
Cheng Zhanxi: "!!!"
What on earth had her mother taught Yu Qingtang?!
Yu Qingtang released the moist knuckle, her cheeks flushed with a suspicious blush. Her dark eyes, looking at Cheng Zhanxi, were like moonlight on a stream, shimmering with moisture.
Cheng Zhanxi couldn't stop her face from blushing and her heart from pounding.
Although Yu Qingtang didn't intend to take her yet, at least she now had the initiative.
Yu Qingtang's small step was a giant leap for Cheng Zhanxi.
Yu Qingtang went to the bathroom to shower first. Cheng Zhanxi sent a message to her mother.
[Cheng Zhanxi]: Ms. Song [Strong][Thumbs up]
[Song Qingrou]: It's alright [Hands behind back]
[Cheng Zhanxi]: Next time, don't joke about my relationship with Yu Qingtang. It's not funny at all.
[Song Qingrou]: Yes, madam!
Mother and daughter reconciled.
[Cheng Zhanxi]: There's something at the studio, I've been very busy lately. If you have time, take Yu Qingtang out more. I see she quite likes you.
[Song Qingrou]: Didn't she say you were jealous of me?
[Cheng Zhanxi]: She even told you that? [Smile]
Song Qingrou: "..."
The little boat of kinship was once again teetering precariously.
Cheng Yi finished his skincare routine, turned from the mirror, and saw Song Qingrou's fingertips tapping away at the keyboard. His handsome face immediately fell.
"Chatting late at night with your daughter-in-law again?"
"Is there no end to this?" Song Qingrou said, "Cheng Yi, I advise you to stop while you're ahead."
"Who needs to stop? You chatted with her all day today and it wasn't enough, I called you and you didn't even answer!"
"I said I didn't see it!"
"Do you not love me anymore?"
Song Qingrou: "..."
She tossed her phone aside and said, "See for yourself who I'm chatting with. I can't be bothered with you."
Without looking back, she pulled open the bedroom door and went out.
Cheng Yi picked up the phone and looked. It was his daughter, Cheng Zhanxi. Not only that, but Cheng Zhanxi was also complaining on WeChat that Yu Qingtang was clingier to her mother than to her.
Song Qingrou was caught in the middle, pleasing neither side.
Cheng Yi dropped the phone and chased out the door: "Wife!"
At the turn of the stairs on the second floor, Cheng Yuanxi, holding a cup of black tea, took a calm and composed sip.
It's starting again.
Their family was already so lively with just his parents. When Yu Qingtang married into the family in the future...
Cheng Yuanxi's lips curved into a smile.
He would do everything in his power to protect this family.
The next day, when Cheng Zhanxi left, she first took Yu Qingtang directly to the Cheng residence to save the driver an extra trip.
Because they arrived early, Cheng Yi and Cheng Yuanxi hadn't left for work yet.
Cheng Zhanxi led Yu Qingtang in, greeting everyone.
Yu Qingtang also greeted them.
To Cheng Yi: "Uncle."
To Song Qingrou: "Aunt."
To Cheng Yuanxi, her voice small and soft: "...Brother."
Brother?
Brother!!!
Cheng Zhanxi, her father, and her mother all turned their gazes to Cheng Yuanxi simultaneously, their eyes wide.
Cheng Yuanxi was in formal attire, fastening a watch on his wrist, refined and elegant, like a jade tree in the wind.
"Qingtang," Cheng Yuanxi replied.
A voice simultaneously emerged in the minds of the three: On what grounds?!
Never mind Cheng Yi. Song Qingrou and Yu Qingtang had a harmonious mother-in-law/daughter-in-law relationship, yet after more than a month, she hadn't asked Yu Qingtang to call her 'Mom'. Cheng Zhanxi's pursuit had been arduous and difficult; how long had it taken for Yu Qingtang to become close to her? On what grounds did her brother so easily get Yu Qingtang to change her form of address? And he was the first in their family!
Yu Qingtang realized that after she called out "Brother," the entire atmosphere in the Cheng household changed.
Cheng Yi looked at his wife, his expression seemingly a little worried.
Song Qingrou took off her shawl, handed it to her husband, took a deep breath, and walked towards Cheng Yuanxi.
Cheng Zhanxi first glanced at Yu Qingtang and asked, "When did you start calling him Brother?"
Yu Qingtang said honestly, "The day before yesterday, Bro... on the way when he took me to the cafe."
Cheng Zhanxi slowly and deliberately rolled up her sleeves and also walked towards Cheng Yuanxi.
Cheng Yuanxi was cornered by his mother and sister, raising his arm to cover his face.
Cheng Yi walked over to Yu Qingtang's side and said considerately, "Xiao Tang, the following scene might not be very refined. You can close your eyes."
Yu Qingtang obediently closed her eyes.
The sounds reaching her ears were chaotic: Song Qingrou and Cheng Zhanxi's righteous denunciations, and Cheng Yuanxi's smiling pleas for mercy.
After more than a minute.
Cheng Yi's mellow voice sounded beside her ear: "Alright, you can open them now."
Cheng Yuanxi's short hair, styled with setting lotion, was a mess. His tie was half-undone, and his suit jacket hung by only one sleeve. The white shirt underneath was wrinkled and crumpled beyond recognition. Without his glasses, he resembled Cheng Zhanxi even more, with delicate and refined features, looking just like a ravaged, respectable woman.
The respectable family man, Cheng Yuanxi, put his suit jacket back on properly, ran his fingers back through his short hair, politely bent his elbow to press down one cuff, and nodded with a smile to Yu Qingtang, "Please excuse my appearance, sister-in-law. I'll go upstairs to change."
Yu Qingtang was dumbfounded.
Cheng Yuanxi dragged his ravaged body upstairs, his back disappearing behind the staircase.
Cheng Zhanxi reached out and closed Yu Qingtang's unconsciously slightly agape jaw.
Yu Qingtang said uneasily, "Did I cause trouble?"
Cheng Zhanxi: "?"
Yu Qingtang moved closer to her and whispered in a volume only the two of them could hear, "Because of me, Cheng Yuanxi was... by you two..."
She didn't dare call him 'Brother' again, in case Cheng Yuanxi suffered another round of torment.
Cheng Zhanxi chuckled, "How could that be? You call him what you want; it has nothing to do with you."
Yu Qingtang was half-believing, half-doubting.
Before, their family seemed fine.
Cheng Zhanxi thought for a moment and said, "This is our family's team-building activity, understand?" In the end, she decided to explain it using Song Qingrou's words.
Yu Qingtang's eyes lit up; she indeed understood.
The Cheng family's team-building activities are so rich.
"There will be even more exciting things in the future, when the two of us..." Cheng Zhanxi elongated the "hmm" sound, glossing over the word 'marriage', and said, "You'll know then. It will never be boring."
A faint sense of anticipation rose in Yu Qingtang.
She glanced at Cheng Zhanxi furtively, then unnaturally averted her gaze.
If Cheng Zhanxi proposed to her, she would probably agree, right? That way, Cheng Zhanxi's family would also become her family.
Could she have such a family?
Cheng Zhanxi let Song Qingrou and Yu Qingtang keep each other company. The three surnamed Cheng went out to work, to earn money and support the family.
In her early years, Song Qingrou was a writer who penned several popular novels, some of which were adapted into films and TV dramas, becoming sensational hits. Even without a husband, her maternal family's resources and her own copyright income were enough to ensure she lived comfortably for life. Song Qingrou didn't write much anymore; she spent her days researching ways to make life more interesting.
Including, but not limited to, teasing her husband, daughter, and son, developing various hobbies; all her skill points were either already maxed out or on their way to being maxed out.
Yu Qingtang really liked being around her. She had the magnanimity of an elder but none of the pressure. When they chatted, it was like talking to a peer, relaxed and comfortable. ——Actually, Yu Qingtang didn't know what it was like to hang out with peers; she only had Cheng Zhanxi as a peer, but she was her lover.
Song Qingrou was probably that kind of person who was both family and friend.
Cheng Yi and the others didn't come home for lunch, so Song Qingrou simply took Yu Qingtang out shopping, and they had lunch outside.
Yu Qingtang had only packed a few frequently worn clothes in her suitcase. Cheng Zhanxi was busy and hadn't had time to help her buy clothes recently, so she had mentioned it to her mother, asking her to take Yu Qingtang out if she had time.
Just as they arrived at their destination, Song Qingrou bumped into an acquaintance, surnamed Huo. Mrs. Huo noticed Yu Qingtang beside her, found her unfamiliar, and looked her over with curiosity and amazement.
Mrs. Huo: "This is..."
Song Qingrou covered her mouth and smiled, saying, "My daughter-in-law."
Mrs. Huo exclaimed, "Huo!" and said, "No wonder you're smiling like that. If I had such a beautiful daughter-in-law, I'd be grinning from ear to ear every day."
Song Qingrou waved her hand, "Who says otherwise?" She leaned closer, showing Mrs. Huo the corner of her eye, "Look, I've even got wrinkles from smiling so much lately."
Mrs. Huo said playfully, "Get out of here with you."
Yu Qingtang stood by, smiling politely. Apart from an initial "Hello, Mrs. Huo," she didn't speak at all.
The two of them didn't need her to speak either.
Mrs. Huo grabbed Song Qingrou, saying it had been a long time, and insisted on going for tea. Song Qingrou couldn't refuse and took Yu Qingtang along.
In the teahouse, a quiet retreat amidst the bustle, the fragrance of tea wafted.
Mrs. Huo looked at Yu Qingtang sitting opposite her, then at Song Qingrou, and said, "I remember now, is your daughter-in-law the Miss Wei who is marrying Yuanxi this year?"
Song Qingrou said, "No, she's marrying my daughter."
Mrs. Huo thought for a moment and said, "Then I must have remembered incorrectly." Anyway, it was their family getting someone married in, that was for sure.
Mrs. Huo lavished praise on Yu Qingtang—family background, character, knowledge—it all came out effortlessly. She was just short of saying, "I watched her grow up."
Yu Qingtang couldn't join in the topics of conversation among the ladies. Mrs. Huo was also a chatterbox, grabbing Song Qingrou to gossip, vent her grievances, talk about her son, her husband, and later, they chatted about beauty salons and when to go for treatments.
Yu Qingtang tried hard to listen but still zoned out and almost dozed off.
Song Qingrou made an excuse for Yu Qingtang, letting her go shopping first.
Accompanying Yu Qingtang was the driver, Xiao Li. Xiao Li was Lao Li's son. Lao Li had something on today, so he had his son cover his shift.
Xiao Li had ordinary looks, with some lingering acne from his teenage years, but he wore a very formal suit that made his figure appear upright. His white gloves were neatly folded and tucked into his suit pocket. He was young, looking about the same age as Yu Qingtang, but was actually three years younger, just twenty-five this year.
With the backstory set, the story begins.
Like with everything else, Yu Qingtang neither particularly liked nor disliked shopping. Since she was here, she would browse properly. She also wanted to try being a different version of herself.
This mall was a famous luxury shopping center in the Capital City, with many big brands gathered.
Yu Qingtang casually entered a store and, on the sales assistant's recommendation, bought two dresses, paying with her own card—she hadn't had any major expenses after buying the painting and had saved up some money again. The driver, Xiao Li, dressed in a suit, stood one step behind her, dutifully carrying her shopping bags.
She also had two cards in her bag: one was Cheng Zhanxi's, and the other was given to her by Song Qingrou.
Yu Qingtang walked along the mall corridor into a second store. A sales assistant enthusiastically greeted her and led her inside.
Just as she walked in, two people arrived together at the entrance. The one in the lead was about twenty-four or twenty-five, looking quite innocent, clearly a pampered young lady from a wealthy family.
Wei Minglan (Wei Ba) carried shopping bags in both hands, her forehead beaded with sweat. Wei Zhiling (Wei Jiu, Lit. Ninth Wei) had empty hands, fanning herself with an exquisitely crafted small sandalwood fan, complaining as she walked, "It's so hot! What temperature is the AC in this mall set to? Are they trying to roast people? Do they even want to stay in business?"
A sales assistant, very perceptively, took the shopping bags from Wei Minglan's hands, stored them for them, and respectfully handed over a claim tag.
"Is there anything you ladies like?"
Wei Zhiling didn't even look at her, waving her small fan, "Just looking around."
Wei Minglan smiled at the sales assistant and mouthed: Sorry.
The sales assistant returned a friendly smile.
Wei Zhiling turned back and said, "Eighth Sister, hurry up."
Wei Minglan shut her mouth and quickly followed.
The sales assistant's shoulders slumped a little. Luxury malls were frequented by the rich and noble, and there were also many oddballs who weren't very bright, arrogant and overbearing. They couldn't afford to offend them, so they could only tuck their tails between their legs and silently pray that the customer would spend lavishly or leave soon.
The sales assistant took a deep breath and jogged after them.
Wei Zhiling lazily and casually pointed with the handle of her fan, "This one, this one, and that one." She pointed out a dozen items in one go and said, "These for now. Bring them all for me to try."
The sales assistant resignedly went to get them. When she brought them back, Wei Zhiling had Eighth Sister Wei Minglan take them to the fitting room for her.
A narrow path encounter.
A staff member was pointing to an outfit and introducing it to Yu Qingtang: "Miss, your skin is fair, lake blue would suit you very well. It's elegant and generous. It's versatile for both formal occasions and casual gatherings with friends. Would you like to try it on?"
Yu Qingtang also thought it looked good; the color was very true. She said, "Please get it for me to try. Thank you for the trouble."
Her voice was calm, her temperament cool and detached.
Wei Zhiling stopped in her tracks, looked towards the source of the voice, and her eyes widened in disbelief.
"Mute!" she blurted out.
Behind her, Wei Minglan frowned imperceptibly. It was one thing at the Wei residence, but now, in public, didn't she consider the impact on the Wei family's reputation?
The figure with her back to them showed no reaction.
Wei Zhiling strode over, raising her voice. Yu Qingtang heard her and turned around.
Wei Zhiling chuckled, saying with ill intent, "Mute, it really is you."
The staff member beside Yu Qingtang glanced at her. Mute? She clearly could speak, and spoke very pleasantly. Who was this demon that had popped out of nowhere? Judging by her arrogant demeanor, she was no good.
The staff member unconsciously lifted her foot, wanting to step half a pace in front of Yu Qingtang to block this ill-intentioned rich young lady. But she suddenly remembered she was just a staff member, forced herself to pull her foot back and stay put, biting her lip.
Yu Qingtang stared at Wei Zhiling in front of her for a moment, her expression slowly changing from blank to cold.
She hadn't recognized her at first; only from the address did she recall that the other person was one of the Wei family's young ladies. How could she run into such an annoying fly even while shopping?
Yu Qingtang ignored her, turned to the staff member, and said nonchalantly, "Let's try on the clothes."
The staff member said, "Okay."
Wei Zhiling: "You stop right there!" She moved around to face Yu Qingtang and questioned, "Why are you here?!"
Yu Qingtang didn't want to give her even a glance, but it was clear the other person wouldn't let her go. So she replied calmly, "Why can't I be here?"
Wei Zhiling said in surprise, "So you can talk? Seeing you never open your mouth, I thought you were mute."
Yu Qingtang said, "That's still better than you opening your mouth and spewing nothing but nonsense." Yu Qingtang looked impatient and said, "Move aside."
Not only did she speak, but she dared to talk back to her.
Her father was about to die, and the Cheng family wasn't holding a wedding anymore. She was actually tougher than before, truly strange.
Wei Zhiling, having seen the world, didn't get angry but laughed instead. She reached out a finger to poke Yu Qingtang's shoulder. Before her finger could touch Yu Qingtang, a large hand grabbed her wrist and pushed her back.
Wei Zhiling looked at the inconspicuous driver, Xiao Li, who was like a shadow behind her. After Wei Zhiling made a move, Xiao Li stood beside Yu Qingtang, shoulder to shoulder with her, his gaze deep and wary.
Wei Zhiling suddenly burst into uncontrollable laughter, laughing more and more happily, unable to stop.
Several people, including the staff, silently watched her laugh, their faces expressionless.
Wei Minglan looked at Xiao Li in his black suit but said nothing.
Wei Zhiling wiped the tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes and said, "I was wondering what it was about. So, your boyfriend brought you here. It's not me saying it, but this one you've found now is really not much, far worse than Young Master Cheng. But it's understandable; given your conditions, someone like him is more than enough for you."
Xiao Li's face was cold.
Wei Zhiling: "Angry?"
"Everyone, look! This—" Wei Zhiling gestured grandly to introduce Yu Qingtang, raising her voice, "is the Seventh Miss of the Capital City's Wei family. Although she has no power or influence, was once a mute, and was rejected twice for marriage by the Cheng family—yes, that most famous Cheng family in the Capital City—she now has a boyfriend again. That's quite some luck."
"Her boyfriend is right here. Isn't he a fine figure of a man, hahaha."
Customers attracted by her voice cast their gazes, looking with varied expressions at the beautiful young woman in the middle, then at Xiao Li beside her, who was claimed to be her boyfriend. The pea-sized pimples on Xiao Li's face were very conspicuous.
Yu Qingtang brushed her hand away and, taking the clothes from the staff member, went into the fitting room.
Behind her, discussions broke out.
Wei Minglan tugged Wei Zhiling's arm.
Wei Zhiling said unhappily, "What?"
Wei Minglan whispered, "We're outside. Why are you confronting her? It's the Wei family that loses face."
Wei Zhiling fanned herself leisurely with her small fan and said, "It won't happen. If you put out the name of the Seventh Miss Wei, who in the entire Capital City has heard of her? Oh, in a while, she'll be famous in the Capital City—rejected twice by the Cheng family. I've never heard such a good joke in my entire life."
Wei Zhiling covered her mouth with her fan and giggled.
Wei Minglan didn't want to argue with her and said, "Then let's go now?"
Wei Zhiling frowned, "Go? Go where? The mute hid in the fitting room. I don't believe she'll stay in there forever. I'll wait for her outside."
Wei Minglan was still holding the clothes: "Then these..."
Wei Zhiling waved her hand repeatedly, saying impatiently, "You go try them. I'm not in the mood."
Wei Minglan stood for a moment, then left with the clothes.
Driver Xiao Li was outside the fitting room. He walked a few steps away, ensuring the fitting room remained within his line of sight, and made a phone call.
"Madam, Young Mistress has encountered people from the Wei family. It seems their relationship isn't good."
"Yes, Young Mistress is being bullied."
"We are on the third floor of the mall, the specific location is..."
Xiao Li put away his phone and stood like a telephone pole near the fitting room door again.
Although he looked ordinary, he was quite tall, with somewhat fair skin. With the suit, and ignoring the acne, he could even pass for a little bit handsome. His actions were full of protectiveness.
The more Wei Zhiling looked, the more annoyed she became.
No matter who she found, she always found someone. Had there ever been a time when she didn't have a man by her side? Slut!
Yu Qingtang didn't care about Wei Zhiling looking for trouble, but it was somewhat vexing. She stayed in the fitting room for a while longer, hoping the other party would leave. However, Wei Zhiling stuck to her like a dog-skin plaster, so Yu Qingtang had no choice but to ignore her and walk out on her own.
Wei Zhiling was getting impatient waiting, looking down at her phone, when she suddenly heard low gasps of admiration around her.
Wei Zhiling looked up.
The nearby customers in the store all turned their gazes to the woman in the center. A lake-blue casual suit, the shirt and trousers having a slightly formal feel, clear and not dull. The classic white inner shirt made the color look even cleaner. The soft fabric, like azure lake water, highlighted feminine gentleness and grace.
Yu Qingtang had long legs and a slender waist. The well-tailored trousers perfectly showcased the advantage of her long legs. The three-quarter-sleeved small suit jacket had a cinched waist design, the waistline perfectly proportioned. Above, her shoulders and neck were like a swan's.
Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, a beauty mark at the uplifted corner of her eye. She already possessed an ascetic, cool aura, and this suit accentuated her temperament to the fullest.
Icy and aloof, making people want to prostrate themselves at her trouser-clad feet.
Even Cheng Zhanxi would go weak at the knees seeing this.
Many more in the store went weak at the knees.
The two staff members closest to her tightly gripped each other's hands. The prepared compliments were all stuck in their throats at this moment, leaving only uncultured "Ahhhhs."
With a "Pa—" sound—
Wei Zhiling threw down the fan in her hand and abruptly stood up.
"Yu Qingtang!"
"Are you still going to bring disgrace upon yourself?!"
Yu Qingtang watched Wei Zhiling walk over menacingly until she was right in front of her. Wei Zhiling said, word by word, "You were abandoned by the Wei family before, and now you're abandoned by the Cheng family. Who are you putting on an act for here? Don't forget, an opera singer wearing a dragon robe still doesn't look like a crown prince, and a wild chicken flying onto a branch can't become a phoenix!"
Yu Qingtang's expression was indifferent.
The store fell silent. The tense, confrontational atmosphere drew the gazes of other customers.
Just then, a flamboyant, clear female voice came from behind the crowd.
"Who is speaking to my daughter-in-law?"
Everyone turned to see a beautifully dressed, graceful woman carrying a limited-edition handbag walking over quickly. Song Qingrou had been featured in magazines and usually appeared with Cheng Yi. Anyone with some status in the Capital City recognized her face. Those who didn't could guess her extraordinary background from the reactions of those who did.
"Mrs. Cheng."
"Hello, Mrs. Cheng."
Like Moses parting the Red Sea, the crowd made way for her.
Song Qingrou walked up to the arrogant Wei Zhiling. Wei Zhiling clearly recognized her and froze on the spot.
"An opera singer wearing a dragon robe still doesn't look like a crown prince, and a wild chicken flying onto a branch is still a wild chicken." Song Qingrou stared at her coldly, "Are you talking about yourself?"
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