The next day, Song Zhe opened his eyes at dawn. He looked down at Chen Xiaoru, who was sleeping soundly in his arms, and a gentle smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth. He leaned over and placed a soft kiss on her smooth forehead.
"No more, no more..." Chen Xiaoru murmured in her sleep, her brows slightly furrowed.
When Song Zhe heard this, he suddenly felt guilty. He realized that he had indeed gone too far last night, but he had to go to the academy today and had to wake her up.
"Xiaoru, Xiaoru, wake up." Song Zhe called softly, stroking her cheek with his hand.
Chen Xiaoru muttered, turned over, and turned her back to Song Zhe. Her voice was filled with fatigue: "Let me sleep a little longer."
Song Zhe looked at her back, a trace of reluctance flashed in his eyes. He leaned close to her ear and whispered softly: "Xiao Ru, I will be leaving soon, you..."
Before Song Zhe could finish his words, Chen Xiaoru suddenly turned around. She looked at her husband sleepily, a glint of confusion and reluctance in her eyes. She stretched out her arms, tightly hugged Song Zhe's neck, and pressed her face against his warm chest.
Her voice was filled with coquettishness as she murmured softly, "Husband, I don't want to get up. But... I really want to go to the academy with you."
Song Zhe felt a surge of warmth in his heart when he heard his wife's words. He gently stroked Chen Xiaoru's hair and asked softly, "Xiaoru, can you get up?"
Chen Xiaoru raised her head and met Song Zhe's gentle gaze. She pursed her lips and nodded gently: "Okay."
Song Zhe stood up with a smile, reaching out to pick up the clothes placed aside. He carefully put the clothes on Chen Xiaoru, his movements gentle and considerate.
After we both dressed and left the room, we went to the kitchen to wash up. Mother Song had already prepared breakfast and was waiting there. Song Qingqing was also there, apparently worried that we wouldn't take her with us.
After breakfast, the three of them said goodbye to Song's mother and set off for the academy.
Soon, the towering walls of the academy came into view, its vermilion gate a solemn and imposing sight. The three of them stopped in front of the gate, looking at the plaque that read "Tianheng Academy" with varying expressions.
"Xiao Ru, this is where I study. I want to take you in to have a look, but the academy has a rule that women are not allowed to enter."
There was obvious regret in Song Zhe's tone, and a hint of loss in his eyes.
Chen Xiaoru smiled understandingly, shook her head gently, and said softly:
"My husband, it's okay. You go in. I'm going to the town to go shopping and then go back."
Song Zhe turned around, glanced back and forth at Chen Xiaoru and Song Qingqing, and solemnly instructed:
"Then Xiaoru, you guys be careful, okay? Qingqing, take good care of your sister-in-law, okay?" His brows furrowed slightly, his eyes full of worry.
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Song Qingqing pouted and responded reluctantly, her eyes wandering as if she was thinking of something.
"Okay, I'm not a child, go in now."
Chen Xiaoru raised her hand and gently pushed Song Zhe's chest, urging him to hurry into the academy.
Song Zhe looked back every few steps, looking like a puppy abandoned by its owner. He looked at Chen Xiaoru pitifully, and looked back every time he took a step. The reluctance in his eyes almost turned into reality, nailing him firmly to the spot.
If he knew that he would never see her again after letting Chen Xiaoru come to the academy today, I wonder if he would let Chen Xiaoru come with him.
"Sister-in-law, wait for me here for a moment. I'll be back soon. I'm so thirsty."
Song Qingqing suddenly covered her stomach, her facial features almost wrinkled together, a painful expression appeared on her face, and her voice was rapid and trembling.
"Okay, go ahead. I'll wait for you here."
Chen Xiaoru nodded, and the smile on her lips became more playful. She wanted to see what tricks Qingqing and Cheng Rongrong would play.
Seeing that Chen Xiaoru agreed, Song Qingqing turned around and ran. Her speed and posture seemed as if she really couldn't hold it back anymore. Looking at Song Qingqing's back, Chen Xiaoru burst out laughing.
Song Qingqing ran all the way to the front door of the Cheng Mansion, her hands supporting her knees, her waist bent, her chest heaving violently, and she was breathing heavily like a broken bellows. She didn't even bother to rest, and raised her hand to knock on the red lacquer door "dong dong dong", the sound was rapid and loud.
The housekeeper of the Cheng Mansion heard a knock on the door, opened it and saw that it was Song Qingqing. He was stunned and asked in confusion, "Miss Qingqing, why are you here?"
"Uncle housekeeper, Sister Rongrong... Is Sister Rongrong at home? I... I have something to talk to her about." Song Qingqing was out of breath and spoke intermittently, with fine beads of sweat oozing from her forehead.
"I'm here!" the butler responded and stepped aside to make way.
"Okay, I'll go find her." Song Qingqing said, raising her foot to rush in. She looked so anxious, as if she couldn't wait to fly to Cheng Rongrong.
At this moment, Cheng Rongrong slowly walked out of the mansion. It turned out that she heard that Song Zhe had come to the academy and was about to go out to take a look.
"Sister Rongrong!" When Song Qingqing saw Cheng Rongrong, her eyes lit up instantly. She shouted happily, her voice full of joy.
"Qingqing, why are you here?" Cheng Rongrong walked up to Song Qingqing with light steps, a hint of surprise on her face, and asked softly.
"Sister Rongrong, I'm telling you, I've brought Chen Xiaoru here, what do you think..." Song Qingqing leaned close to Cheng Rongrong's ear mysteriously, lowered her voice, and even deliberately prolonged her tone at the end, with a smug smile on her face.
"Really?" Cheng Rongrong raised her eyebrows, with a hint of surprise in her voice.
Song Qingqing nodded vigorously, like a chick pecking at rice. Cheng Rongrong was now convinced. She raised the corners of her mouth in a barely perceptible arc, and whispered in Song Qingqing's ear:
"Qingqing, take her for a walk on the street. I have my own arrangements." The voice was soft, but it carried an unquestionable meaning.
"Okay, then I'll go first." After receiving the order, Song Qingqing turned around and ran. Her speed was even faster than when she came, as if there was a tiger chasing her from behind.
Cheng Rongrong looked at Song Qingqing's receding figure, a cold smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she whispered to herself: "Idiot."
The voice was barely audible, but it was filled with contempt.
"Chun Tao, go and do as I told you before." Cheng Rongrong turned and instructed the maid beside her, her voice cold and emotionless.
Chuntao responded with a humble look and turned to leave, while Cheng Rongrong returned to the house and waited quietly for news.
Song Qingqing finally arrived. She walked up to Chen Xiaoru, glanced at her, and said with obvious impatience, "What are you still standing there for? Let's go! Aren't we going to go for a walk?"
Chen Xiaoru raised her chin slightly, a hint of amusement flashing in her eyes. She wanted to see what Song Qingqing was up to! "What's the hurry? It's coming."
The corners of her mouth curled up into a faint smile, and her tone was light, "It's just right, I can go pick out some good cloth for your brother on the way and make him some new clothes."
"Well, let's go!" Song Qingqing responded perfunctorily and took the first step. She seemed to be worried about something, and even her back looked a little anxious.
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