Chapter 723: A Late-Night Invitation
Huang Rong also felt embarrassed as she watched Madame Tang leap into Song Qingshu’s arms like an excited young girl. A trace of disdain even flickered through her heart. According to the intelligence she had gathered, Madame Tang was a married woman. However, thinking about her own situation, she realized she had no right to judge.
It was clear that the joy and smile on Madame Tang’s face were genuine, not feigned. This only made Huang Rong more puzzled. What was it about this man that could make a married woman so infatuated?
But she quickly let go of the thought. After all, Song Qingshu was indeed a charming man. Before last night’s events, she had even developed a slight fondness for him. To prevent herself from overthinking, she had even considered marrying her daughter to him…
Even up until tonight, her impression of Song Qingshu had remained quite good. Even though she had unexpectedly ended up in his embrace last night, she had regarded it as an accident—one that was more her fault than his, making it difficult to entirely blame him.
However, what happened today made it impossible for Huang Rong to forgive him. Whatever goodwill she had toward him instantly vanished. Yet, strangely, despite her loss of affection, she found that she couldn’t bring herself to truly hate him. Seeing him and Madame Tang embracing so intimately, she even felt a tinge of jealousy and discomfort in her heart.
Song Qingshu wasn’t aware of Huang Rong’s inner turmoil, but he could roughly guess the consequences of his actions tonight. Initially, he had planned to win Huang Rong’s heart over time. Unfortunately, plans never kept up with changes, and due to an unexpected turn of events, he had taken her body first.
He was no naive young boy; simply possessing Huang Rong’s body didn’t bring him any real joy. Instead, he was well aware that this was a disaster. With his abilities, winning over Huang Rong physically would have been effortless. But he had refrained from making a move because he wanted her to willingly give herself to him.
Yet, last night’s incident had completely shattered the ambiguous relationship he had carefully built. Huang Rong was a mature woman, renowned for her intelligence. After what had happened, she would undoubtedly sever ties and leave without hesitation, as if nothing had ever transpired.
Song Qingshu sought something enduring, not just a fleeting night of pleasure. But after what happened, how could Huang Rong ever allow him into her heart? Left with no choice, he had to change his approach—switching from winning her heart to capturing it through other means. If she was bound to forget about him, he would rather make her hate him first. It was easy for love to turn into hatred, and hatred could just as easily transform back into love. That was preferable to both of them pretending that night had never happened and gradually becoming strangers again.