Song Jihuai laughed deeply, held her waist firmly with both hands, pressed her head in his arms, and then looked at Song Minyuan coldly.
"What's going on?"
Song Min-yeon was in a dishevel, his white shirt hanging loosely on his shoulders, with none of the buttons buttoned, and his pants hanging loosely as if they would fall off if he took a step.
The old butler stared at the two masters hugging each other in front of him in amazement, and seemed to doubt his own eyes.
The young lady who wanted a divorce so badly was actually kissing the young master?
They were catching someone cheating inside, but these two actually had the leisure to flirt outside???
"This bitch seduced me."
Song Minyuan stared gloomily at the woman hiding in front of Song Jihuai. Although she moved quickly, he still saw the blush on her face.
The crimson color was like a cup of poisoned wine, pouring heavily on his wounds, making the painful and heart-wrenching wounds even more bloody.
"Bitch?"
Song Jihuai narrowed his eyes and pursed the corners of his cold, thin lips into a line.
What does this sentence mean when Song Minyuan stares at Su Wanyu?
The old butler clearly noticed the temperature around them had dropped several degrees. He immediately took a step forward with a smile and said, "It was Cuicui. How dare she drug Young Master Tang? I'll hand her over to the police and let them investigate. I'll definitely give Young Master Tang justice."
Song Minyuan's mouth twitched and he roared, "Who gave you the courage? How dare you rush into my room?"
He just wanted to see whether Su Wanyu had real amnesia or was faking it, but he had no idea that Song Jihuai was actually waiting for him here.
What a cruel method.
Handing Cuicui over to the police would be equivalent to making the matter bigger, and if it gets bigger, he would be the one who would be embarrassed!
"Yes, it's me."
A white and slender little hand stretched out from Song Jihuai's arms.
Su Wanyu's muffled voice followed: "I... I heard someone inside... shouting for help... and I, I thought..."
That aggrieved and trembling voice, that head that dared not to raise, inexplicably made people feel heartbroken.
Song Minyuan's face was filled with anger, as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water on it, and he froze on the spot.
Was it Su Wanyu who let people in?
She said someone inside was shouting for help?
"Minyuan, it's all my fault. I was wrong."
The person in Song Jihuai's arms had slender shoulders that were shaking, and it was unclear if it was out of fear or something else, but she couldn't stop.
Song Minyuan felt like there was something stuck in his throat, he couldn't breathe, and his chest ached. He wanted to scold Su Wanyu, but when the words came to his lips, he looked at her shivering shoulders and couldn't say the words he had already organized.
He just stood there, staring at Su Wanyu in embarrassment.
The corners of Song Jihuai's mouth rose slightly. He patted Su Wanyu's shoulder gently, as if coaxing a child: "Don't be afraid, Min Yuan won't blame you."
After patting several times, the person in his arms calmed down and rubbed against him like a cat.
Song Minyuan's face darkened several shades.
He couldn't help but take a step forward and reached out to grab Su Wanyu's shoulders.
But he was nailed in mid-air by Song Jihuai's cold gaze.
"What's up?"
A voice as cold as ice slammed down on his head, shattering all his rationality in an instant.
"You, you...when will you be okay?"
Everyone outside knows that Su Wanyu likes Song Minyuan and wants to divorce Song Jihuai, and Song Minyuan also regards Su Wanyu as his own accessory.
Now, the thing that belongs to him is actually seducing Song Jihuai.
That feeling is even more uncomfortable than swallowing shit.
"Strange?"
Song Jihuai narrowed his eyes and asked back indifferently.
"Young Master and Young Madam are in love, how could that be strange?!" The old housekeeper laughed and turned to look at Song Minyuan, "Young Master Tang should also work hard and find a young madam, so that he can keep her company when the time comes."
Song Minyuan's brain was full of strings, and then it snapped with a snap: "You guys, are you setting a trap for me?"
"It's a trap. Has the young master still not woken up from the drug? Cuicui, that bitch, quickly send her to the police station!" The old housekeeper stopped laughing and sternly ordered the bodyguards behind him to quickly send the woman who was beaten half to death in the room to the police station.
"stop!"
Song Minyuan shouted and stopped the bodyguard.
“People can’t be sent away.”
He couldn't go to the police station in such a disgrace. If the old man knew about it, he would definitely break his legs.
"If you like it, we'll give Cuicui to you..."
Su Wanyu, who had been hiding in Song Jihuai's arms, finally raised her head timidly. The blush on her face was still there. She looked at Song Minyuan innocently with her watery eyes and whispered, "Minyuan, are you going to marry Cuicui?"
Marry Cuicui?
She is worthy of being a lowly servant!
Song Minyuan's chest was heaving violently, his whole body was trembling and his eyes were fierce. If Song Jihuai hadn't been blocking him in front, he might really have strangled Su Wanyu's neck.
"Of course not. I will wait for someone who loves me and whom I love to spend my life with. Then my sister-in-law won't have to worry about me."
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