Zheng Qing did not push away such an intimate gesture.
Song Yushu's eyes were practically spitting fire.
"Zheng Qing, you really have a lot of nerve."
Zheng Qingtai knew Song Yushu's temper well, so he immediately reached out and blocked Luo Ruyan.
"Yushu, Miss Luo is someone I brought back. If you have any problems, come at me. Why bully a weak woman like her? Look at this huge courtyard, how can you let her do such menial maid work!"
Luo Ruyan immediately struck up a conversation.
"Master, please don't be angry with my sister. She certainly wouldn't accept my sudden appearance, so it's only right that she give me a hard time. I understand!"
The more obedient she was, the more arrogant and unreasonable Song Yushu appeared.
Zheng Qing said anxiously, "Yu Shu, you used to be very generous, why are you so petty today?"
Song Yushu was already furious, and hearing these words made him feel like his lungs were about to explode.
"Yes, I'm going to make things difficult for her, so what? This Shuya Courtyard is my place, Zheng Qing, you have no right to tell me what to do here."
Zheng Qing came from a military background and was a rough man who wasn't good at sweet talk. He was extremely chauvinistic and had a deep-rooted sense of heroism.
Being reprimanded by Song Yushu in front of so many people made his face burn, and his expression darkened.
Luo Ruyan's eyes flickered, and suddenly she knelt down on the ground with a thud.
"Master, sister, please don't let Ruyan's quarrels damage your relationship. I beg you."
She was about to kowtow when she spoke, but because she was weak, she covered her mouth with her handkerchief and coughed repeatedly.
Zheng Qing was already furious. He bent down to help Luo Ruyan up, and the rouge in his sleeve rolled into Luo Ruyan's arms.
She caught it with delight, then looked up at Zheng Qing with teary eyes.
"Master, you're back so late. Did you go to buy rouge for Ruyan? You promised Ruyan that you would give her the best of everything after we went to the capital. Ruyan thought you were just saying it, but I never expected..."
She stood up, frail and delicate, taking Zheng Qing's arm for support.
Her face was still wet with tears, but she still smiled sweetly.
Seeing an opportunity, Cuiya said, "Miss, the master treats you so well."
Luo Ruyan became even more shy.
She twirled her tears with a handkerchief.
“My lord, Ruyan is truly overjoyed. The promise you made to me that night in the cave, holding my hand, is etched in my heart.”
Zheng Qing was caught off guard and couldn't bring himself to say that the rouge was for Song Yushu, so he could only nod.
"I will definitely keep my promise to you."
One was rugged and the other delicate.
Their eyes met, and a thousand tender emotions seemed to intertwine between them.
It was as if there was nothing around.
Song Yushu looked at the box of rouge; it was Shu Yuzhai's rouge.
It was her most frequently used and favorite rouge.
Unexpectedly, the first thing this bastard did after arriving in Beijing was to buy it and give it to someone else.
Her furious heart felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over it.
She could barely stand, yet she refused to shed a single tear in front of Zheng Qing.
Without saying a word, he turned and left.
The loud banging on the door sent shivers down Zheng Qing's spine, and he instinctively wanted to chase after it.
Luo Ruyan suddenly swayed as if she was about to fall to the ground, but she held tightly to Zheng Qing's sleeve.
Cuiya cried out urgently, "Miss!"
Zheng Qing didn't even bother to chase after Song Yushu, and quickly grabbed her in a hug.
"Go quickly and fetch a doctor."
Luo Ruyan raised her hand to stop her.
"Master, I'm just a little dizzy. It's probably because my injuries haven't healed and I've been jostled around all the way. I'm fine. Don't bother the doctor anymore. Otherwise, my sister will dislike me even more. Would you... would you stay with me for a while?"
Before Zheng Qing could answer, Cuiya said, "Master, please stay with the young lady. I'll go and brew the medicine for her injuries."
Zheng Qing couldn't leave for the time being.
He couldn't help but look worriedly at the gate that had been slammed shut.
I felt somewhat resentful.
He didn't understand why Song Yushu would treat and ostracize the benefactor who saved him in this way.
In the past, she had always been clear about her own grievances and affections.
Could it be that he was also influenced by that divorced woman?
With a chill in his heart, Song Yushu ran to the main hall.
Jiang Qingwan was drinking the bird's nest soup that Lian'er had just cooked when she noticed her pale face and frowned. "What happened?"
Upon hearing this question, Song Yushu could no longer hold back, and tears finally streamed down his face.
This was the first time Jiang Qingwan had seen Song Yushu like this, so she waved her hand to let Lian'er leave.
With no one else in the hall, Song Yushu launched into a tirade against Zheng Qing.
"I want a divorce! I absolutely cannot tolerate such a fickle person."
Jiang Qingwan had not yet met Zheng Qing.
However, judging from the tone of Mo Yunhan's voice when he mentioned them, he had great respect for both the Song family and Zheng Qing.
Royal family ties are cold and indifferent; to him, these two were his closest relatives.
She stared at Song Yushu's face for a while and said, "Madam's marriage palace is very stable. There may be another misunderstanding in this matter."
Song Yushu was stunned.
If Jiang Qingwan were to offer advice in the same way as other women, she would not listen.
But these words brought a sense of coolness to her burning chest.
My emotions are much more stable than before.
However, there is still some unhappiness.
“He is so considerate to that woman, what misunderstanding could there be? He dares to act like this in front of me, who knows what dirty and despicable things he has done outside.”
Jiang Qingwan is not good at giving advice.
Upon hearing this, he asked, "What are your great-uncle's birth dates and times?"
After Song Yushu finished speaking, she did some calculations with her fingers.
"Madam, rest assured, my maternal uncle has only one son, Chengye, in his life, and has no other sons."
Song Yushu was so angry he laughed.
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