Chapter 697: Huang Rong’s Desperate Cover-Up
Seeing Madame Tang sleeping soundly on the bed, Huang Rong couldn’t help but sigh, “What a beauty who evokes pity at first sight!”
After being struck on her acupoints, a person would naturally regain mobility after several hours. By now, Madame Tang’s acupoints had already been released. However, since they had been unsealed in the middle of the night, she instinctively continued sleeping.
Hearing the sounds beside her, Madame Tang drowsily opened her eyes and saw a breathtakingly charming woman standing before her. The sheer allure exuding from this woman stunned even Madame Tang, who had always been confident in her own beauty. But she quickly regained her composure. Though this woman was beautiful, the anger between her brows suggested she was not here with good intentions. “Someone—”
Madame Tang instinctively wanted to call for help, but before she could utter a sound, she was captivated by a pair of dazzling, jewel-like eyes.
“Look at me… look at me…” Huang Rong fixed her gaze on Madame Tang’s eyes, her voice turning ethereal and hypnotic.
Last night, after returning to her quarters, Huang Rong had bathed until nearly dawn. The gradually cooling water helped her calm down. Only then did she realize that her scheme had a major flaw—if Song Qingshu mentioned the events of the previous night to Madame Tang the next day, she would be utterly confused.
Although Huang Rong had meticulously staged the scene, Madame Tang might simply assume she was too exhausted to remember what had happened, without suspecting anything unusual. But Huang Rong couldn’t take that risk. Song Qingshu was an astute man, and if Madame Tang’s reaction exposed any inconsistencies, all of last night’s efforts would be wasted.
Recalling how she had gritted her teeth and endured Song Qingshu’s relentless assault all night just to avoid revealing her identity, Huang Rong was both humiliated and enraged. Having sacrificed so much, how could she allow a mistake at the final step?
At this point, Huang Rong was like a gambler who had lost all sense of retreat—she had no way back and could only go all in.