"This bastard actually took such a big advantage of you!" Huang Yaoshi was furious, and slapped a stone railing next to him, shaking the railing to pieces.
"He didn't do it on purpose that night. Everything can only be said to be a trick of good fortune, not to mention that he saved the lives of brother Jing and me many times." Huang Rong also told her father many things that happened later, especially It was this time that Lin'an rescued him a few times. In fact, she didn't understand why she would speak for that person, but seeing her father so furious, she still couldn't help explaining for Song Qingshu.
Huang Yaoshi took a deep look at her: "Have you already developed feelings for him?"
Huang Rong's face changed slightly, and she hurriedly shook her head: "No, absolutely not!"
Huang Yaoshi took a deep look at him, stopped talking, and finally said after a long silence, "Rong'er, whose child is in your stomach?"
Huang Rong shuddered and said with a blushing face, "Of course it belongs to brother Jing."
"Really?" Huang Yaoshi's eyes seemed to be able to read people's hearts.
Huang Rong bit her lip and said, "Anyway, the child's surname will be Guo."
Huang Yaoshi was thoughtful, and stopped asking this topic, but changed the topic: "Does Guo Jing know about this?"
Huang Rong shook her head blankly: "I didn't tell him."
Master Huang Yao let out a long sigh: "Although I have always disliked that kid Guo Jing, I still admit that he is an indomitable hero. You can't keep this matter from him for the rest of your life."
"What's the point of telling him about this, except to increase his troubles and create an irreparable rift between our husband and wife," Huang Rong said firmly, "I will never let him know about this, I will use I spend the rest of my life to make up for what I owe him."
Huang Yaoshi shook his head: "This is what I'm most worried about. If you barely maintain this marriage, you will end up with more guilt and debt, and you will never return to that pure love. In this way, you really Will you be happy?"
"Besides, this matter was not your fault. Based on what I know about Guo Jing, if you tell him the truth, he won't blame you. Instead of living a life full of deceit and guilt, it's better to tell him frankly and completely. Untie this knot."
Huang Rong's face turned pale: "Father, don't force me, I really can't tell him the truth about this kind of thing."
Huang Yaoshi took a deep look at her: "It seems that you still have a real affection for the kid surnamed Song."
"I didn't!" Huang Rong hastily denied.
Huang Yaoshi walked to the door of the tomb and opened the stone door, looking at the howling storm outside, he said after a long time: "You are in a dilemma right now, your reason tells you that you can't do things to sorry Guo Jing, but you can't control your emotions... I know you What are you worried about? Not only are you worried about hurting Guo Jing, but you are also worried about being cast aside by the whole world, but you are the daughter of my Dongxie, so how can you care about the red tape in the world? As long as you really like it in your heart, you can break off this marriage with Guo Jing directly. With Song Qingshu, even if the whole world spurns you, dad 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 appreciate his ass!"
He also realized that he had lost his composure, and continued with a cold snort before continuing: "I just want you to spend a while in regret and hesitation, to help you make a choice: either you should break up with Song, and have no contact with him at all, and then tell Guo Jing everything , so that you are not afraid that Song Qingshu will pester you in the future; or the long-term pain is worse than the short-term pain, just break up with Guo Jing and let Song Qingshu marry you, then you will be completely liberated, and the 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: "Okay, okay, in front of your mother, you don't have to worry so much, think carefully about how to choose."
Huang Rong took a deep breath, and replied firmly, "I've made up my mind a long time ago, so naturally I choose Brother Jing."
Huang Yaoshi stared into her eyes and said in a cold voice, "Well, if Song comes to pester you again in the future, I'll cut him off!"
Huang Rong couldn't help muttering: "Who will break whose leg at that time, maybe..."
Huang Yaoshi instantly raised his eyebrows: "What did you say?"
Huang Rong stuck out her tongue, as if she had returned to her girlhood, and hurriedly explained with a smile: "Father, no matter what Song Qingshu said, he has saved my brother Jing and me, and he is still our friend. How can we not have any contact with each other at all? I don’t even know how to explain Brother Jing’s question.”
"You're confused, you two had skin-to-skin relationship, and if you keep in touch with each other often, it's hard to guarantee that you'll make a mistake and do something you regret." Huang Yaoshi said angrily.
"No, I have a sense of proportion." Huang Rong said with some stubbornness.
"I hope so." Huang Yaoshi sighed, the storm outside seems to be less at this moment, he continued, "Let's go home now, your clothes are not dry yet, right? Go back and have a hot wash Take a bath and change your clothes."
"Yeah." Huang Rong's face turned red, but she was secretly moved. Although her father had been scolding her all the time, he was still concerned about her body, worried that she would catch the cold from the wet clothes.
Huang Yaoshi picked up the coir raincoat that had just been placed at the door and put it on her daughter, protecting her all the way back home. He hurriedly ordered the servants to prepare hot water and clean clothes for her to bathe, while he hurried back to the room to prepare her a prescription for repelling cold and preventing miscarriage.
Let's say that Huang Rong was lying in the tub, feeling a sense of warmth all over her body, and stared out the window blankly. Although the storm is much smaller now, it is still a dangerous weather to go out to sea.
"I don't know if he will be buried in the sea?" Huang Rong muttered to herself.
"You want me to die so much." At this moment, a joking voice came from the room.
Huang Rong turned her head in disbelief, and found that Song Qingshu was leaning on the window sill on the other side, looking at this side with a half-smile.
"Didn't you go into the sea?" Huang Rong exclaimed.
"You just went to sea," Song Qingshu's hair was blacked out when he heard the word "go to sea," "I wouldn't have the nerve to stay in that situation just now, otherwise your father wouldn't fight me hard. But I'm not a fool, such a big Going into the sea in a storm... ah bah, go out to sea and feed the fish."
"So you came back quietly?" There was a smile in Huang Rong's eyes.
"Of course, it's fortunate that you explained the mechanism on the island to me before, so I could find it all the way here. Otherwise, I might be blown into the sea if I go to the sky in such a big storm." Song Qingshu said happily.
Huang Rong thought of something for each other. She clasped her chest nervously with both hands, and shrank under the tub, with only one head sticking out: "When did you come?"
Song Qingshu laughed: "I know what you're worried about, don't worry, I didn't see anything."
Only then did Huang Rong secretly heave a sigh of relief, but she almost fainted when she heard his next sentence: "Anyway, I've finished reading what I should and shouldn't have seen before."
"You!" Huang Rong breathed heavily, her eyes were full of anger.
"Okay, okay, hurry up and wash, I was drenched in water, and I feel very uncomfortable, and I want to wash it too." Song Qingshu said while pulling the wet clothes on his body, with a disgusted expression on his face.
"Don't mess around, my father is not far away, I'm going to shout." Huang Rong was startled, and her body was more and more hidden under the water.
Song Qingshu glanced at her angrily: "Where are you thinking, I don't want to wash with you, but let you wash me with water after washing."
Huang Rong blushed and flatly refused, "No!"
"Why?" Song Qingshu asked blankly.
"I've washed this water before, how can I give it to you?" Huang Rong bit her lip and said angrily.
"Then what should we do, let those servants prepare another bucket of water? Someone as shrewd as your father will definitely think of something," Song Qingshu waved his hand, and said thoughtfully, "Don't worry, I won't despise you bath water."
Huang Rong almost fainted out of breath, what do you mean you don't dislike me, it's obvious that I dislike you, okay, how can a woman's bath water be used by a man.
But she also knew that what Song Qingshu said was reasonable, if she fetched a bucket of water again, with her father's ingenuity, she would definitely be able to detect the abnormality. When I come back, I won't be in such a mess.
Sighing secretly, Huang Rong said, "Then just wait."
"Okay, you wash it slowly, I'm not in a hurry." Song Qingshu leaned on the window sill leisurely, with a very chic demeanor.
Huang Rong thought to herself that with you here, how could I wash slowly? Although he didn't look at this side, she always felt very uncomfortable. She glanced at the screen beside her from the corner of her eye, picked up the towel next to it and tossed it, and it wrapped around it. On the screen, he pulled it over to block between the two.
Song Qingshu couldn't help feeling a little depressed: "You don't believe my character."
Huang Rong spat and scolded with a smile: "What kind of character is there in you?"
Song Qingshu snorted: "Did I do nothing to you along the way?"
"Then how about getting on the sedan chair when you came out of the Han Mansion?" Huang Rong's words made him speechless.
"As the saying goes, knowing a mistake can improve it a lot. Didn't I correct it later?" Song Qingshu muttered dissatisfied.
"It's precisely because you behaved like a gentleman later on, that's why I kept you in the room so politely. Otherwise, do you think I would tolerate you like this?" Huang Rong quickly wiped her body, hid behind the screen and put on her clothes Come.
Song Qingshu burst into tears at this moment. Good people are rewarded with good rewards. The ancients are not deceiving. If it was before, she would definitely not agree to change clothes and bake in the same room as her, let alone take a bath like she does now. It was time to let myself stay in the room.
Although she couldn't see it, but the air machine was locked, and she could hear that she was in a hurry to get dressed, Song Qingshu couldn't help but reminded: "Don't worry, I won't peek, you are pregnant, be careful not to slip on the water." fall."
Huang Rong's heart warmed up: "Understood."
When she came out from behind the screen, Song Qingshu couldn't help staring dumbfounded. The long skirt showed the demeanor of a young woman, and the long silk skirt gently wrapped around a plump and graceful body that would fascinate countless men, especially because she had just bathed and played. There is also a faint trace of water vapor, as if a fairy descended to earth.