"That bastard, how could he take advantage of you so much!" Huang Yaoshi suddenly became furious and slammed his palm on the stone railing next to him, immediately shattering it.
"He didn't do it on purpose that night. Everything can only be said to be a joke of fate, not to mention that he saved my and Jing ge 'er's lives many times." Huang Rong also told her father many things that happened later, especially this time in Lin 'an. In fact, she didn't understand why she was speaking up for that person, but seeing her father so angry, she couldn't help but explain for Song Qingshu.
Huang Yaoshi looked at her deeply and said, "Do you already have feelings for him?"
Huang Rong's expression changed slightly and hurriedly shook her head, "No, absolutely not!"
Huang Yaoshi looked at her deeply and no longer spoke. After a long silence, he finally opened his mouth and said, "Rong 'er, who is the child in your belly?"
Huang Rong's body trembled and she said with a red face, "Of course it's Jing ge 'er."
"Really?" Huang Yaoshi's eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.
Huang Rong bit her lip and said, "Anyway, the child will be surnamed Guo."
Huang Yaoshi thought for a moment and didn't pursue this topic. Instead, he changed the topic, "Does Guo Jing know about this?"
Huang Rong shook her head blankly, "I didn't tell him."
Huang Yaoshi sighed, "Although I have always disliked Guo Jing, I also admit that he is an indomitable hero. You can't hide this from him forever."
"What's the point of telling him about this? In addition to adding to his troubles, it will cause irreparable cracks in our relationship." Huang Rong's attitude was very firm, "I will never let him know about this. I will use the rest of my life to make up for what I owe him."
Huang Yaoshi shook his head, "This is what I am most worried about. You are barely able to maintain this marriage, and in the end, you will only be left with more guilt and debt. You will never be able to return to that pure love. Will you really be happy like this?"
"Moreover, this matter is not your fault. Based on my understanding of Guo Jing, if you tell him the truth, he won't blame you. Instead of living a life full of lies and guilt, it is better to tell him the truth and completely untie this knot in his heart. "
Huang Rong's face was a bit pale, "Father, don't force me. I really can't tell him this kind of thing."
Huang Yaoshi looked at her deeply and said, "It seems that you have fallen in love with that Song fellow."
"I didn't!" Huang Rong hurriedly denied.
Huang Yaoshi walked to the entrance of the tomb and opened the stone door. He looked at the howling storm outside. After a long time, he said, "You're in a dilemma now. Reason tells you that you can't do anything to hurt Guo Jing, but you can't control your emotions … I know what you're worried about. Not only are you worried about hurting Guo Jing, but you're also worried about being despised by the whole world. But you're my daughter. As long as you really like him, you can break off your marriage with Guo Jing and be with Song Qingshu. Even if the whole world despises you, I will support you. "
Huang Rong looked at him in surprise. "Father, you admire Song Qingshu so much?"
A trace of anger flashed across Huang Yaoshi's face, "I don't admire him!"
He also realized that he had lost his composure. He snorted coldly and continued, "I just don't want you to live in regret and hesitation. I'll help you make a choice. You can either cut off all ties with Song Qingshu and tell Guo Jing everything. That way, you won't have to worry about Song Qingshu bothering you in the future. Or, it's better to get the pain over with. You can break up with Guo Jing and let Song Qingshu marry you. That way, you will be completely free and your child will have a biological father.
Huang Rong's face was so red that it was about to drip water. "Father, I told you that the child is not …"
Huang Yaoshi directly interrupted her, "All right, all right. You don't have to worry so much in front of your mother. Think carefully about what you should choose."
Huang Rong took a deep breath and replied firmly, "I've already thought about it. Of course, I choose Brother Jing."
Huang Yaoshi stared into her eyes and said coldly, "Well, if that Song fellow bothers you in the future, I'll break his legs!"
Huang Rong couldn't help but murmur, "It's hard to say who will break whose legs …"
Huang Yaoshi instantly frowned, "What did you say?"
Huang Rong stuck out her tongue as if she had returned to her childhood. She hurriedly explained with a smile, "Father, no matter what, Song Qingshu saved my life and Brother Jing's. He is also our friend. How can we not contact each other at all? If Brother Jing asks, I don't know how to explain it."
"You're silly. You've been intimate before. If you keep in contact with him, you might make a mistake and do something you'll regret." Huang Yaoshi was angry.
"No, I know what I'm doing." Huang Rong said stubbornly.
"I hope so." Huang Yaoshi sighed. At this time, the storm outside seemed to have subsided. He continued, "Let's go home now. Your clothes should still be wet, right? Go back and take a hot bath and change your clothes. "
"Okay." Huang Rong's face turned red, but she was secretly moved. Although her father had been scolding her, he still cared about her body. He was worried that she would catch a cold because of wet clothes.
Huang Yaoshi picked up the straw raincoat he had just left at the door and draped it over his daughter's body. He protected her all the way home. He hurriedly ordered the servants to prepare hot water and clean clothes for her to take a bath. He then rushed back to his room to make a prescription for her.
Huang Rong was lying in the bathtub. Her whole body was warm. She stared blankly out of the window. Although the storm had subsided a lot, it was still dangerous to go out to sea.
"I don't know if he will be buried in the sea." Huang Rong muttered to herself.
"Do you want me to die that much?" At this time, a teasing voice came from the room.
Huang Rong turned her head in disbelief. She found that Song Qingshu was leaning on the other side of the window sill. He was looking at her with a faint smile.
"Didn't you go out to sea?" Huang Rong exclaimed.
"You're the one who went out to sea." Hearing the two words "out to sea", Song Qingshu's face darkened. "In that situation, how could I have the nerve to stay? Otherwise, your father would have risked his life to fight me. But I'm not a fool. In such a big storm, going out to sea … ah pei, going out to sea to feed the fish. "
"So you quietly came back?" Huang Rong's eyes had a trace of a smile.
"Of course. Fortunately, you explained the traps on the island to me before, so I was able to find my way here. Otherwise, if I ran into the sky in such a huge storm, I might really have been blown into the sea." Song QingShu said happily.
Huang Rong thought of something. Her hands nervously covered her chest. Her whole body shrunk under the bathtub. Only her head was exposed. "When did you come?"
Song Qingshu smiled. "I know what you're worried about. Don't worry, I didn't see anything."
Huang Rong secretly breathed a sigh of relief. But when she heard his next words, she almost fainted. "In any case, I've seen everything that I shouldn't have seen."
"You!" Huang Rong's breathing quickened. Her eyes were full of anger.
"Okay, okay. Hurry up and take a bath. I'm soaked and uncomfortable. I also want to take a bath." Song Qingshu said as he pulled at the wet clothes on his body. He had a disgusted expression on his face.
"Don't mess around. My father is not far away. I'm going to shout." Huang Rong was frightened. Her body hid under the water even more.
Song Qingshu looked at her angrily. "What are you thinking? I'm not going to take a bath with you. I just want you to wash me after you're done."
Huang Rong's face turned red. She flatly refused. "No!"
"Why?" Song Qingshu said blankly.
"I've already washed this water. How … how can I give it to you?" Huang Rong bit her lip.
"Then what should I do? Do you want the servants to prepare another bucket of water? Your father is a smart person. He will definitely think of something. "Song Qingshu waved his hand. He thought that he was considerate." Don't worry. I won't dislike your bathwater. "
Huang Rong almost fainted from anger. What do you mean you won't dislike me? I'm clearly the one who dislikes you. How can a woman's bathwater be given to a man?
However, she also knew that what Song Qingshu said made sense. If she got another bucket of water, with her father's intelligence, he would definitely notice that something was wrong. Seeing his drenched body, she knew that the dignified Prince of Qi would not be in such a sorry state if he had not sent her back.
Sighing inwardly, Huang Rong said, "Then wait a moment."
"Okay. Take your time. I'm not in a hurry." Song Qingshu calmly leaned against the windowsill. His expression was very carefree.
Huang Rong thought to herself, "With you here, how can I wash slowly?" Although he didn't look at her, she still felt very uncomfortable. She glanced at the screen on the side, picked up the towel next to her, and wrapped it around the screen, pulling it over to block the two of them.
Song Qingshu could not help but feel a little depressed. "You don't believe in my character."
Huang Rong spat and jokingly scolded, "What kind of character do you have to speak of?"
Song Qingshu snorted. "I didn't offend you on the way here, did I?"
"Then what about the sedan that left the Han residence?" Huang Rong's words made him speechless.
"As the saying goes, knowing one's mistakes and correcting them is the greatest virtue. Didn't I correct them later on?" Song Qingshu grumbled with dissatisfaction.
"It is precisely because your actions later on could be considered a gentleman that I politely allowed you to stay in the room. Otherwise, do you think that I would tolerate you so much?" Huang Rong quickly wiped her body. Hiding behind the screen, she began to put on her clothes.
At this moment, tears streamed down Song Qingshu's cheeks. Good people will be rewarded. The ancients were not deceiving. If it was before, she would definitely not have agreed to change clothes and dry herself in the same room with him, much less allow him to stay in the room while she was bathing.
Although he could not see her, he could sense that she was in a hurry to put on her clothes. Song Qingshu could not help but remind her, "Don't be in a hurry. I won't peek. You are pregnant. The floor is slippery. Be careful not to fall."
Huang Rong's heart warmed. "I know."
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