"Why?" Cheng Rongrong calmed down and raised her head, asking softly, with a barely perceptible hint of expectation in her voice.

"Why else? I just don't like her. Seeing that vixen-like face of hers makes me angry!"

Song Qingqing curled her lips in disdain, her eyes rolling up to the sky.

She leaned forward, moved closer to Cheng Rongrong, lowered her voice, and said mysteriously:

"Sister Rongrong, you don't know, that Chen Xiaoru, I get so angry whenever I see that vixen face of hers! Who the hell is she? If my brother hadn't been dying of illness, my mother wouldn't have spent five taels of silver to buy her to bring good luck!

To put it bluntly, she's just a servant girl! She and my brother didn't get married, and we didn't even have a marriage certificate. Now that my brother is well, she's still refusing to leave. How shameless! The most infuriating thing is that her indenture is still in my brother's hands! Tell me, she's just a servant, how can she be my sister-in-law!

Song Qingqing finished speaking in one breath, her face full of indignation and complacency, her expression was extremely arrogant, as if the words "My brother is the best, Chen Xiaoru is nothing" were written on her forehead.

Cheng Rongrong's eyes lit up instantly, like two shining stars. She held Song Qingqing's hand tightly and asked anxiously:

"Qingqing, are you telling the truth? Is Chen Xiaoru's indenture contract really in your brother's hands?" Her voice trembled slightly, with a hint of uncontrollable excitement and anticipation.

"Of course it's true! I saw it with my own eyes!"

Song Qingqing nodded proudly. "That day, when Chen Xiaoru was leaving, my mother took out the indenture contract, but my brother snatched it away."

Cheng Rongrong's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, as if a deer was fluttering in her chest. She tried hard to suppress her inner ecstasy and asked casually:

"Is that so? Then...what does your brother plan to do with Chen Xiaoru? Will he divorce her?"

"I have no idea,"

Song Qingqing shook her head, a trace of bewilderment on her face. "My brother seems to have become a different person recently. He's been so nice to Chen Xiaoru. I'm almost jealous to death! He's never been this nice to me before!"

She pouted and looked jealous.

A hint of gloom flashed across Cheng Rongrong's eyes, and she thought to herself:

"Song Zhe's attitude towards Chen Xiaoru is really hard to understand. Could it be that he really has fallen in love with that girl? No, I can't just sit there and wait for death. I must find a way to make Song Zhe see Chen Xiaoru's true face!"

She patted Song Qingqing's hand gently and said softly, "Qingqing, don't worry. Your brother was just temporarily bewitched by Chen Xiaoru. When he wakes up, he will definitely discover your good qualities."

"Really?"

Hope rekindled in Song Qingqing's eyes.

"Of course it's true,"

Cheng Rongrong nodded affirmatively, a sly glint in her eyes. "However, we can't just sit there and do nothing. We have to find a way to help your brother and make him realize the reality sooner."

"Sister Rongrong, do you have any good ideas?" Song Qingqing asked impatiently, her eyes full of anticipation.

"I haven't thought about it yet. When I do, I'll let Chuntao tell you, okay?"

Cheng Rongrong blinked her eyes, looking pitiful, and her voice was so soft that it could squeeze water out of it.

Seeing Cheng Rongrong like this, Song Qingqing's heart softened. How could she say no? She nodded quickly: "Okay, okay, when the time comes, just give me your orders. I will listen to you."

Cheng Rongrong saw that Song Qingqing agreed, and a stone fell from her heart. A relaxed smile appeared on her face. She gently held Song Qingqing's hand and said gratefully:

"Qingqing, thank you." After chatting for a few more words, she stood up and said goodbye, thinking: I have to go back quickly to discuss with my mother what to do next. Song Zhe must be hers.