Chapter 575: 512 How audacious of him to covet a woman I’ve been with!
"You woman... you’ve really disappointed me so much."
"..."
After Song Jing finished speaking, the air seemed to freeze in an instant.
"Zhongli Wuzhi beat me up like that, don’t you feel guilty toward me?"
Xiaoer’s heart skipped a beat, and she quickly said,
"It’s Director Song, you... you told me not to feel guilty towards you, didn’t you?"
"I told you not to feel guilty, so you don’t feel guilty? Is it because I told you, or because you never felt guilty in the first place!"
Song Jing, though he always appeared gentle and honest, with a scholarly demeanor and treated people with humility and tenderness,
suddenly roared at Xiaoer, and in the next second, threw her onto the bed.
"Ah!"
Xiaoer let out a cry of alarm.
She tried to get up from the bed but found she didn’t even have the strength to prop herself up with her hands.
Even in her confusion, Xiaoer realized what the problem was.
"That... that flower was from you..."
"Like it?"
Song Jing’s voice was chilling. Xiaoer struggled to turn over, and she saw Song Jing leisurely removing his own clothes.
Suit, tie, shirt...
"Song Jing, what are you doing..."
"Xiaoer, I liked you so much... I thought you were a smart woman who could distinguish right from wrong, but now it seems..."
Song Jing curled his lips,
"You’re nothing but a slut whose heart is filled only with men."
"..."
"Dressed so conservatively usually, what are you wearing now? Acting pure in front of me, but behind my back? You’re shameless!"
Song Jing unbuttoned all the buttons on his shirt; he even took off his pants!
The gentleman who, until just now, had been elegantly dressed, was now down to just a pair of boxer shorts.
Xiaoer was completely stunned.
She hurriedly tried to get off the bed, but it was extremely difficult to turn over to face Song Jing, and even more difficult to crawl down.
"Song Jing, calm down, please calm down..."
Xiaoer, seeing Song Jing’s menacing demeanor, was already scared.
She knew that Song Jing had come prepared.
How on earth did he know she was at the Kasi Hotel, and how did he know her room number...
Sending her the Blue Rose, and drugging the flower, all this indicated it was planned.
With these thoughts, Xiaoer couldn’t help but be afraid.
"How can I be calm?!"
Song Jing shouted at her,
"I’ve done so much for you, that animal Zhongli Wuzhi ruined my future! And you still want to sleep with him! If I hadn’t come today, I can’t even imagine, Xiaoer, that you’d turn out to have this side..."
"It’s not what you think... Song Jing, I beg you, please calm down..."
"Xiaoer, how desperate are you? Ah? To go to such lengths just to spend a night with a man?"
"You’ve got it wrong..."
"What have I got wrong? Isn’t Zhongli Wuzhi the one supposed to come?"
"..."
Song Jing walked over to Xiaoer, who leaned against the bed with a pillow in front of her face.
"Let’s see what’s inside this gift box..."
Song Jing had already noticed the large gift box.
He opened the gift box and discovered a smaller gift box inside, his eyes narrowed...
"Don’t touch my things..."
Xiaoer wanted to stop Song Jing’s action, but she couldn’t even reach out her hand.
Where would Song Jing listen to Xiaoer? He opened the small box himself, and Xiaoer, not knowing where she got the strength, lunged over to try to snatch the small box back.
Little did she know Song Jing’s reaction was equally fast, he dodged with a swift move of his body.
Leaning against the closet, he opened the small gift box, and inside the tiny square box were two rings.
Song Jing’s eyes narrowed again, then he looked at Xiaoer with great shock,
"I’m not seeing things, am I, Dr. Lu... are these... rings?"
"Don’t touch them!"
"Matching rings, at that..."
"...Song Jing, do you even know what you’re doing? You’re a doctor!"
Xiaoer was terrified by this sudden move from Song Jing.
How could one person have such a huge contrast? In broad daylight, he seemed so mild-mannered and generous, but now he was like a bloodthirsty demon.
His gaze on you was filled with evil.
"You booked the hotel; you arranged the room; you even prepared the rings. It seems... you are planning to propose to Zhongli Wuzhi?"
Although Song Jing spoke conjecturally, his entire being was already seething with rage.
The reflection on his glasses made his expression even more chilling and menacing.
He closed in on Xiaoer, twisted her chin with one hand, and then slapped her. The slap wasn’t very powerful, but it was enough to dumbfound Xiaoer. She widened her eyes,
"Song Jing... have you gone mad..."
"Why aren’t you answering my question?"
Song Jing squinted his eyes.
"You’re truly insane... Song Jing, I warn you, if you dare touch me again, I assure you that you will have nowhere to be buried!"
Xiaoer had never been so bullied in her life.
At first, she was stunned by the contrast in Song Jing’s demeanor, but once she came back to her senses, everything seemed simple.
Song Jing had never been as mild-mannered and generous as he appeared; he was just pretending all along.
Zhongli Wuzhi injured his hand, and he couldn’t do anything about Zhongli Wuzhi. He was just a surgeon, but Zhongli Wuzhi was one of the young masters from the Anlin’s five powerful families.
After the incident, his surgical skills were continuously questioned, and even he himself said his future ability to perform surgery was uncertain.
How could he not hate or blame?
Xiaoer only now realized that she had been too optimistic all along.
To actually believe that there could be someone so noble and generous in this world.
Song Jing drugged her, leaving her weak and powerless, but her eyes could still stare at Song Jing.
Song Jing laughed,
"Good, I’ll wait for you to make sure I have no grave to be buried in."
After that, he slipped one of the rings onto his own finger and the other onto Xiaoer’s.
Xiaoer breathed in and out angrily,
"Song Jing..."
"I remember now, you made an appointment with Zhongli Wuzhi, at 8 o’clock, right...?"
"..."
How could he know so clearly?
"Come, I want to see just how big Zhongli Wuzhi’s heart is, willing to take a woman I’ve slept with."
After saying this, Song Jing pounced toward Xiaoer.
"Let me go... let me go... ah...!"
Xiaoer was drenched in sweat.
Song Jing’s hands roamed her body, Xiaoer screamed piercingly, feeling every hair on her body stand on end with his touch.
Xiaoer was only wearing a strapless dress, easier to take off than any other clothing.