Chapter 722: Jealousy and Rivalry
Huang Rong looked worried. She naturally understood that Ouyang Feng harbored deep hatred for her and her husband, so how could he possibly hand over the antidote? Hearing Song Qingshu’s words, she couldn’t help but feel puzzled. “If Ouyang Feng refuses to give us the antidote and we are unable to obtain it, aren’t they the same thing?”
“Of course not.” Song Qingshu looked at her playfully. “What’s this? The brilliant Huang Rong, known as the female Zhuge, still hasn’t figured it out after all this time?”
The absurd events of the past two days had left Huang Rong feeling utterly drained. She thought it was already remarkable that she hadn’t broken down and could still hold a conversation—there was no way she could think clearly. However, with his hint, she finally started to understand. “Have you thought of a way?”
“Naturally. You should know who your man is.” Song Qingshu raised his chin proudly.
Huang Rong spat at him. “Hmph! My man is Brother Jing, not a scoundrel like you.”
“Not at all,” Song Qingshu replied, unconsciously mimicking Bao Butong’s catchphrase. “No, no. Brother Jing is your husband, but I am your man. There’s no contradiction there.” (G: Bao Butong is a character from The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber, known for his contrarian nature and frequent catchphrase “非也, 非也” (fēi yě, fēi yě), meaning “No, no” or “Not so, not so.”)
“You really are a scoundrel!” Huang Rong’s delicate body trembled. But knowing that arguing with him on this topic was unwise, she turned her head away in feigned anger and ignored him.
“It’s just the truth,” Song Qingshu said as he wrapped an arm around her waist, gently stroking her smooth, toned abd0men. “If I weren’t your man, would you have allowed me to touch you like this?”
Huang Rong took a deep breath. “Fine, I admit defeat. Just tell me what your plan is.” She had already suffered enough, and she was too weary to argue over such trivial matters.