Chapter 701: The Threat of the King of Hailing
Song Qingshu was genuinely perplexed by Huang Rong’s reaction. By all rights, after the way he had treated her, she should have turned hostile long ago. Yet she remained silent. Adhering to his own principle of never letting a free benefit go unclaimed, he wasn’t foolish enough to forgo such a splendid opportunity.
At first, he had his reservations—only daring to lean in close to her ear and, under the guise of speaking softly, accidentally brushing against her earl0be. But after several such attempts, noticing that Huang Rong showed no sign of protest, Song Qingshu’s nerve grew bolder.
No longer content with such fleeting t0uches, he gradually began to k!ss the smooth, snowy nape of her neck, even her cheeks… In truth, as he did so, Song Qingshu was deeply anxious, fearful that if Huang Rong were to turn against him, their relationship would be irrevocably shattered. Yet, as his advances became ever more brazen, all he observed was her skin gradually reddening—no other reaction at all.
Could it be that, in order to save her husband, she was deliberately allowing him to take advantage of her—so as to devote herself even more wholeheartedly to the rescue?
A thought flashed through Song Qingshu’s mind. On one hand, he marveled at how Huang Rong was willing to make such sacrifices for her husband; on the other, he silently cautioned himself, ‘I have so many beautiful confidantes who would no doubt sacrifice for me. For their honor’s sake, I must be ever vigilant, lest I end up as another man’s captive and subject them to blackmail.’
In his previous life, Song Qingshu had seen these scenarios countless times on television—the fate of the male lead hanging by the thread of a villain’s whim, with the heroine (or the second female lead) forced to sacrifice her purity in order to save him, leaving herself to be exploited at the villain’s mercy.
The most outrageous example was from a drama—its title now lost to memory—whose absurd plot had left a deep impression on him: the primary, secondary, and tertiary female leads were all taken by the villain for various reasons, yet the male lead hadn’t even been touched!
“What the hell is this?!” Song Qingshu muttered under his breath. In his previous life, domestic drama screenwriters—whatever possessed them—seemed obsessed with plots where the hero was cu*k0lded by the villain, leaving an indelible scar on his once-innocent heart.
‘In this world, I’m not going to be that foolish protagonist. I intend to be a winner in life!‘ he vowed silently while holding Huang Rong close.