Chapter 706: Chapter 408: _2
She deliberately pulled down the collar of her dress, revealing a patch of snowy skin on her chest.
She softly called to him, appearing pitiful, "Qingze."
Rong Qingze was talking with someone nearby. Seeing it was Song Yu, and noticing her attire, he frowned slightly.
The person beside him had a smile on his face, but his eyes were fixated on her chest.
Although Rong Qingze was displeased inwardly, he still turned to block her from view.
He gestured an apology to the person next to him and walked toward Song Yu.
"What’s the matter?"
Rong Qingze’s expression was cold, clearly not wanting too much interaction with her.
Song Yu’s eyes were slightly red. She leaned closer to Rong Qingze and, seeing the man subtly step back, gripped her wine glass tightly.
"Qingze, I just wanted to talk to you."
She looked up, revealing her red eyes. At that moment, a tear rolled down her cheek, making her appear very pitiful.
But Rong Qingze was unmoved.
He even seemed a bit impatient, "If there’s nothing else, you should go back."
Song Yu widened her eyes.
She hadn’t expected Rong Qingze to dislike her so much.
She bit her lip, glancing at the wine glass in her hand, "Qingze, I know you hate me. I came today to apologize. I’m sorry, Qingze."
She raised the wine glass in her hand, "Qingze, I’ll toast to you. Can you forgive me?"
Rong Qingze looked at her mockingly, "What do you want this time?"
Song Yu wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes.
"Qingze, how can you think of me like that."
Rong Qingze glanced not far away at Rong Yanqiao and Huo Yanshu, who were holding each other’s arms, and irritably pulled at his tie.
"Qingze?"
The voice of Song Yu brought him back to the present.
"Is there anything else? If not, I’ll be going."
Song Yu raised the wine glass in her hand, "Qingze, this toast is to you. If you forgive me, I’ll leave."
Over there, Rong Yanqiao seemed to be amused by something and laughed as she fell into Huo Yanshu’s arms.
Truly without any sense of propriety.
Rong Qingze didn’t look at Song Yu, drinking the contents of the wine glass in her hand in one gulp.
"I’ve finished drinking. You can leave now."
He turned and walked toward the two not far away, but was pulled back by his sleeve.
Song Yu was much bolder at this moment.
She was waiting for the drug to take effect. After all, she had to ensure that she was the only one beside Rong Qingze during this time, or the drug would be wasted on others.
"Qingze, we haven’t had a talk for so long."
Song Yu deliberately slowed her voice.
She mentioned things from the past, even accompanied by a smile.
Rong Qingze pulled away the hand Song Yu clenched on his sleeve.
"The things in the past are in the past."
His voice was indifferent, but one could still hear a reluctance to converse with her.
Song Yu applied some force with her hand, even grabbing the fingers Rong Qingze used to hold her.
"Qingze, but I’ve been thinking a lot about the past lately."
She straightened her hair, holding onto Rong Qingze to prevent him from retreating while pressing her body against his.
The drug soon took effect.
Rong Qingze only felt a bit dizzy, and everything in front of him was a bit blurry.
His body was particularly hot. He loosened the outer button of his suit, but it didn’t help at all.
Moreover, his gaze kept uncontrollably falling on Song Yu’s chest.
This feeling was obvious even to a fool; he knew he had been drugged. Rong Qingze forcefully pried open Song Yu’s fingers, using so much strength that her hand immediately reddened.
The skin on her finger pads was even slightly scratched.
"Don’t keep holding onto me."
Rong Qingze coldly looked at her, "I didn’t expect you to do something like this. I’ve underestimated you."
Song Yu approached him from behind again, wrapping her arms around him, her voice choked with sobs, "Qingze, where are you going? Why can’t I? I like you so much, I love you so much, Qingze, give me a chance."
Her body was very soft, a fatal temptation for the drugged Rong Qingze.
Song Yu’s tears dripped onto Rong Qingze’s neck, momentarily snapping him back to his senses.
No matter how many times Rong Qingze tried to pull her away, it made no difference. The fire within him burned brighter and brighter, and his rationality slipped away several times.
Unable to bear it any longer, Rong Qingze roughly pushed her away.
"Stop clinging to me, Song Yu, or else..."
He paused, looking at Song Yu who had been pushed to the ground, but ultimately didn’t finish the sentence.
In the blink of an eye, Rong Yanqiao was nowhere to be seen.