Chapter 506: Dream Butterfly - Flower Stealing Master

Hearing the conversation inside, Huang Rong instinctively wanted to run, but the door beside her suddenly opened.

Song Qingshu stood at the door, looking at her with a half-smile: “Madame Guo, are you here to have an in-depth… discussion with me?”

Huang Rong blushed, glanced at Song Qingshu’s bare chest, and quickly looked away. “Uh, I suddenly thought of a question and wanted to ask you about it, but it seems inconvenient now. Let’s talk another time.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Huang Rong turned and hurriedly ran outside.

‘Being discovered by him is really embarrassing…’

‘But he looks so gentle and scholarly; who would have thought his body is so well-built and masculine…’

‘Huang Rong, what are you thinking about!’

Huang Rong’s mind was a mess, filled with all sorts of chaotic thoughts. Suddenly, she felt a tug and turned around to see Song Qingshu holding her shoulder.

“Madame Guo is always sharp-minded. This battle is of great importance. If you’ve really noticed something wrong, we need to remedy it quickly. Please come in,” Song Qingshu said anxiously, making a gesture for her to enter.

“Ah?” Huang Rong hesitated.

Song Qingshu and Ah Jiu had just been intimate inside, and he hadn’t even had time to put on his clothes. Ah Jiu was likely still naked. It was really inconvenient to go in now.

But since she had already spoken carelessly, she had no reason to refuse now…

In her hesitation, Song Qingshu pulled her inside.

Bang!

Hearing the door close, Huang Rong’s heart skipped a beat. She subconsciously asked, “Why did you close the door?”

Song Qingshu shrugged with a wry smile and pointed to the bed not far away. “It’s inconvenient for us to be seen like this by others, not to mention it could harm your reputation.”

Following his gaze, Huang Rong saw Ah Jiu lazily lying on the bed, her long, black hair scattered messily. She had casually pulled a quilt over herself, revealing her white shoulders and long, shapely legs. Her usually fair face was now flushed, her eyes half-open, clearly savoring the aftermath of their intimacy.

Huang Rong, being a mature woman, understood Ah Jiu’s state and felt her legs go weak, her heart pounding even harder. She quickly looked away and sat on a chair, pretending to be calm.

“It’s nothing major. I just wanted to ask how you plan to assassinate Tu Hai tonight. Whether we can succeed in assassinating Tu Hai is crucial to the entire plan.”

Huang Rong’s quick thinking allowed her to come up with a very legitimate question in an instant.

Song Qingshu’s subsequent response barely registered with her. She didn’t know what was happening to her body; a wave of heat surged from deep within, spreading throughout her. Realizing she couldn’t stay any longer, all she could think about was leaving.

After a few perfunctory remarks, she got up to leave. But after only a few steps, she felt a strong pull from behind, causing her to fall backward.

“What are you doing?” Feeling Song Qingshu’s strong masculine presence, Huang Rong struggled to break free from his embrace.

“Doesn’t Madame want to know how I plan to assassinate Tu Hai?”

Looking up, she saw Song Qingshu’s strange smile.

“No… I don’t want to know anymore,” she stammered.

“That’s not acceptable. The success of this assassination depends on your help,” Song Qingshu’s smile grew even stranger.

“How can I help?” Huang Rong asked, puzzled, forgetting for a moment that she was in his arms.

“By a stroke of luck, I learned the art of disguise and can transform into others at will. This time, I plan to disguise myself as one of Tu Hai’s personal guards and get close to him…”

Hearing this, Huang Rong’s eyes brightened. “If your disguise is truly that miraculous, then assassinating Tu Hai would indeed be much easier.”

“Unfortunately, there’s a difficulty…” Song Qingshu hesitated.

“What difficulty?” Huang Rong asked urgently.

“The biggest problem with the art of disguise is that I’m not sure if I can deceive those closest to the target. I can transform to look exactly like one of Tu Hai’s guards, but I need to test if I can fool someone who knows him well.”

“What kind of test?” Huang Rong’s sense of foreboding grew stronger.

Song Qingshu looked her up and down, his smile turning sinister. “The most intimate relationship is with a bed partner. If my disguise can fool such a person, it will certainly deceive Tu Hai.”

“A bed partner?” Huang Rong’s face changed multiple times. At this point, she vaguely guessed what Song Qingshu meant by helping.

“Rong’er~”

In her confusion, she suddenly heard a familiar voice. Looking up, she saw her husband, Guo Jing, standing in front of her.

“Jing… Brother Jing?” she called out uncertainly.

“Yes, I missed you so much during these days apart.” Guo Jing smiled warmly and pulled her into his arms.

“Are you… Song Qingshu?” Although the voice and appearance were familiar, Huang Rong felt something was off and asked in confusion.

“Song Qingshu? Rong’er, you must be exhausted.” Guo Jing looked at her, puzzled.

“Where did Song Qingshu go? He was just here,” Huang Rong took a deep breath and calmly pushed the ‘Brother Jing’ in front of her away.

“Young Master Song saw that I came looking for you in such a hurry and kindly gave us some privacy. He just left with Princess Ah Jiu.”

Guo Jing’s words startled Huang Rong. She instinctively looked at the bed where Ah Jiu had been lying, but she was nowhere to be seen.