When Song Qianning met Qin Ye's eyes and thought about the fact that he suddenly asked Ning to dance, she paused and a guess came to her mind.

Could it be that... Qin Ye asked Ning to dance in public to vent her anger?

The more she thought about it, the more possible it seemed. Song Qianning couldn't help but look up at Qin Ye, and happened to meet his eyes with a faint smile.

Because of her guess in her mind, she was stunned for a moment, then looked away, a thoughtful look flashing across her face.

The look Qin Ye gave her just now almost confirmed Song Qianning's thoughts, turning her seven or eight percent guess into ten. In addition to surprise, there was also a sense of wonder in her heart.

Qin Ye, who was sitting in a high seat, waited for a while, but Song Qianning didn't look at him again, so he looked away.

Since Qin Ye didn't say anything, Ning had no choice but to keep dancing even though she didn't know how to dance at all.

They danced for almost a minute, and only stopped when Ning could no longer bear it.

After carefully glancing at Qin Ye, Ning, who was almost exhausted, put on a flattering smile and said with all her might, "I'm sorry to show you my ugliness."

Unexpectedly, Qin Ye said with disdain: "Madam Ning is indeed making a fool of herself."

"I heard that Madam Ning was good at dancing, and I thought her dancing skills were so good, but I never thought it would be so bad. It's simply unbearable to watch."

Looking at Ning, Qin Ye shook his head, his tone showing no disdain at all: "Rumors are just rumors. Madam Ning's dancing skills are probably not even as good as those of a novice dancer."

The smile that Ning had managed to force out almost disappeared again. Ning Qiuze, who was standing next to her, saw this and his eyelids jumped. He quickly filled Qin Ye's glass with wine.

She even bowed and apologized to him, her face full of flattery and fawning: "You are right, sir. My dancing skills are indeed very poor. I have polluted your eyes. It is truly a sin."

Qin Ye withdrew his gaze without even looking at Ning, nor at the glass of wine poured by Ning Qiuze, and said a few more words of disdain.

Faced with Qin Ye's disdain, Ning Qiuze didn't dare to show any intention of rebutting. Instead, he followed suit and belittled Ning. Finally, he apologized, "What happened today was my wife's ignorance. She actually insulted your eyes with such a clumsy dance. I will teach her a lesson when I get back."

After this incident, the banquet became lively again and everyone chose to forget the incident.

After the banquet, the guests said goodbye and left. The prefect and others came out personally to see Qin Ye out.

After leaving the prefect's house, Qin Ye took a few steps and then stopped, looking up ahead.

Not far from where he was standing, Song Qianning was standing there, obviously waiting for someone, and looked towards him at the same time: "Young Master Qin has finally come out."

Turning to walk towards Song Qianning, Qin Ye raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Miss Song."

Qin Ye didn't show any surprise at the fact that Song Qianning was waiting for him outside the mansion, as if he had already expected it.

Qin Ye stopped a few steps away from Song Qianning, with a faint smile on his face, and said in a gentle voice: "Miss Song, do you feel relieved about what happened today?"

From this, Song Qianning was also certain that this evening's incident was deliberately orchestrated by Qin Ye to vent his anger on her. Before she could say anything, she was stunned and blurted out, "How do you know she's making things difficult..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Qianning realized that he had asked a stupid question. He looked annoyed and secretly hit his head.

Sure enough, Qin Ye's smile widened across from him, and he chuckled softly, "Of course I saw it. Could it be that Miss Song thought that if you didn't tell me, I would be too stupid to see it?"

When he first heard the noise, he went over with the prefect and others, and naturally heard what Ning said.

She looked away a little embarrassedly. After a while, Song Qianning asked again, "Then why did you do this?"

"To vent your anger." Qin Ye looked at Song Qianning: "The Ning family bullied you, so naturally I have to vent my anger for you."

Thinking of the scene of Ning dancing in front of everyone tonight, Song Qianning's mouth twitched slightly.

Given Ning's arrogant nature and her self-proclaimed superiority, forcing her to dance in front of everyone and even "insulting" her as being worse than an ordinary dancer must have been more painful than killing her.

While trying to hold back her laughter, Song Qianning felt a strange feeling somewhere in her heart that became stronger and stronger, and she couldn't help but look up at Qin Ye.

After a moment of silence, she concealed the discomfort and strange feeling in her heart and asked, "Why are you taking it out for...? Actually, you don't have to do this at all."

However, Qin Ye looked at her seriously: "It is necessary. Miss Song is the mother of the children. As their father, I naturally cannot watch the mother of the children being bullied."

Not missing the seriousness in his eyes, Song Qianning's mood became more and more complicated. She looked away again and again and stopped looking at Qin Ye.

After avoiding Qin Ye's sight, she coughed lightly, her expression a little awkward: "Since you want to go back too, why don't you go back with me."

After the words fell, Song Qianning always felt that something was wrong, and added: "Anyway, if I don't let you go back, you will go back with me, so don't think too much."

This was the first time Song Qianning took the initiative to invite him home, and Qin Ye felt a little happy: "Then I would like to thank Miss Song in advance."

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As the new prefect, Ning Qiuze did not leave immediately after the previous prefect's promotion banquet ended.

After exchanging pleasantries, Ning Qiuze politely said goodbye: "Goodbye, Lord Sun."

Ning followed Ning Qiuze. As soon as she returned to the mansion, she couldn't help but tear the handkerchief in her hand.

"What right does that Mr. Qin have? Even if he is of noble status, I am the master's wife!"

Thinking about the "humiliation" she had suffered today and the ridicule of the guests, Ning's voice became sharp and angry. "Dancing in public is what actors do. How can I, the wife of a prefect, lose face like this in front of so many people? How can I survive in the future?"

He tore with such force that he almost shredded the handkerchief in his hand. His expression was full of complaints: "Don't give face to the monk, give face to the Buddha. He doesn't take you, the prefect, seriously!"

Ning, who was only focused on her anger, didn't notice Ning Qiuze's expression. After complaining, she started to throw a tantrum again: "I don't care, you must avenge me!"

Ning Qiuze's expression had turned ugly since he entered the house. He closed the door and turned to look at Ning.

After hearing her words, his already ugly face became even uglier.

After closing the door, Ning Qiuze no longer had any scruples and slapped Ning in the face.

After the slap, his palms were red, which was enough to show how much force he used: "Idiot!"

He looked at Ning fiercely, his eyes filled with gloom. "Do you know what Qin Ye's status is? Even I have to be respectful in front of him, let alone you, the wife of the prefect?"

"How foolish! You dared to show disrespect in front of him today, and it hurt me!"