CHAPTER 580: CHAPTER 187: WISHING LONGEVITY

Song Residence that night.

Xie Ruilin did not appear at the dining table.

Ming Yufang glanced at Song Yanqing and asked indifferently, "Why didn’t Xie Ruilin come for the meal?"

After all.

Since Xie Ruilin was carrying the Song Family’s heir, she still had some status.

"Lin’er said she wasn’t feeling well, so she took her meal in her own room," Song Yanqing replied. "During her pregnancy, she’s worried about inconveniencing everyone due to her condition, so she’s been dining in her own room."

Song Yanqing’s words were tactful.

But everyone understood that Xie Ruilin had compromised.

Ming Yufang was still somewhat surprised.

With her longstanding understanding of Xie Ruilin, how could she let things go so easily?

Xie Ruotong was also a bit astonished.

She thought Xie Ruilin must have learned about Qin Shuyang’s matter, fearing that calamity would befall her, so she chose to avoid risk.

"It’s good if she can come to her senses. A family should have the appearance of a family, not be plagued with gloom and darkness all day long," Ming Yufang did not harbor much suspicion.

"Hmm," Song Yanqing simply responded.

"By the way," Ming Yufang spoke up, "I just heard from the servants that Fei Cui, unable to bear being driven out of the Song Residence, committed suicide by running into a pillar."

Xie Ruotong’s eyes flickered slightly.

It was within her expectations.

And she didn’t feel too much emotion towards it.

"A servant’s death is just that," Ming Yufang also appeared indifferent, feeling no sympathy for a maid who had erred, "I’ll find you another maid to serve you later; you’ll just have to make do for the next few days."

"Okay," Xie Ruotong nodded.

The dinner went quite peacefully.

Afterward, everyone returned to their rooms.

Xie Ruotong had only Fei Cui as her personal maid, and the other two maids were only good for manual chores, not skilled enough to serve their master. Xie Ruotong didn’t ask them to serve her, and after taking a bath, she directly undressed to apply medicinal paste on her wounds.

As she was applying the paste.

Xie Ruotong’s eyes tightened.

Song Yanqing walked in.

Xie Ruotong grabbed the blanket next to her to cover her private parts.

"You succeeded," Song Yanqing said to Xie Ruotong, who was somewhat defensive, his voice cool and detached.

Xie Ruotong did not know what he was talking about.

And did not want to know.

The words of Song Yanqing were seldom what she wished to hear.

"Lin’er has compromised and told me to come to your room," Song Yanqing stated bluntly.

Xie Ruotong always felt that there must be something odd when things were abnormal.

Why had Xie Ruilin suddenly become like this?

Was she merely acting weak and innocent in front of Song Yanqing?!

"Remove the blanket," Song Yanqing commanded.

Xie Ruotong came back to her senses.

She lifted her gaze to Song Yanqing and said, "With such a body, you won’t be interested."

"Whether I’m interested or not, that’s my concern."

Xie Ruotong pressed her lips together.

"Do I need to do it myself?" Song Yanqing raised his eyebrows.

Xie Ruotong opened the blanket.

Below the blanket, the sight was still distressing.

Song Yanqing just looked on.

Looking at her originally fair skin, now all covered with fierce marks.

More severe than his previous roughness.

Xie Ruotong still felt somewhat uncomfortable under the gaze of Song Yanqing, "Have you seen enough, my lord?"

Song Yanqing pursed his lips.

"I’m going to apply the ointment now, I ask that you please..."

Before she could finish.

Xie Ruotong saw Song Yanqing take the ointment from her hand.

In the moment Xie Ruotong thought Song Yanqing was going to throw it away.

Song Yanqing actually sat down beside her and began to apply the ointment on her with his finger.

Xie Ruotong’s heart stirred slightly.

Unsure of what Song Yanqing was going to do next.

Unsure of what unpleasant words he was about to utter.

"Turn around," Song Yanqing’s voice was somewhat cold.

Xie Ruotong bit her lip but turned her back to Song Yanqing regardless.

She could barely apply the ointment to her front by herself, but the back... she simply couldn’t reach.

And she had thought that even without the application, it would heal in a few days.

The ointment was just to ease the pain.

Xie Ruotong remained silent.

Not knowing what to say.

Song Yanqing’s sudden "kindness" was probably a reproach of conscience.

At this moment, to say "thank you" would be merely deluding herself and humiliating.

Song Yanqing also did not speak.

His eyes remained on the marks on Xie Ruotong’s back, clearly from the ropes.

One after another, extremely savage.

He could even imagine the vulgar scenes of Xie Ruotong being bound by Qin Shuyang...

His fingers involuntarily applied extra force.

Pressing into Xie Ruotong’s wounds, causing her some pain.

Xie Ruotong made a soft "hmm" sound.

She did not cry out in pain.

Just trying to endure it.

Upon hearing Xie Ruotong’s repressed voice, Song Yanqing seemed to come back to his senses and then lightened his touch considerably.