The Song Family was bustling with activity, which lasted until nine o’clock.
Song Rui noticed the fatigue on Rong Qiao’s face. "Mom, Qiaoqiao is tired. We’re going to head upstairs to rest!"
"Sure! Then let her sleep! Sister-in-law Liu, take Miss Rong to the guest room on the third floor to rest!"
Sister-in-law Liu imdiately stood up, "Of course, Madam!"
Rong Qiao felt sowhat uncomfortable.
She had thought that after today, Madam Song would at least superficially acknowledge her, but she never expected that what awaited her here... was to be separated from Song Rui and sleep in different rooms.
How could this be?
She looked at Song Rui with eyes pleading for help.
Song Rui was also shocked by his mother’s bold move and imdiately voiced his objection, "Mom, Qiaoqiao and I..." a shared room.
But before he could finish his sentence, Madam Song preempted him.
She spoke calmly, "Song Rui, Miss Rong is in the early stages of pregnancy—it’s a risky period. They can’t share a room. And besides, you’re young, and your sleeping habits aren’t good. What if you accidentally press on Miss Rong’s stomach? The child’s well-being cos first now!"
Turning her head to Rong Qiao, she said, "Miss Rong, what do you think?"
What could Rong Qiao possibly say in response?
She could only nod, "Auntie is right!"
"I knew you would be reasonable. Alright, Song Rui, since Miss Rong is so understanding, let’s not discuss this matter any further. That settles it!"
She glanced at Sister-in-law Liu.
Sister-in-law Liu imdiately stepped forward, "Miss Rong, please!"
Rong Qiao had studied acting abroad for the past few years, so she did have so acting skills.
She suppressed the displeasure in her heart!
And put on an appropriately gracious smile.
"Auntie, then I’ll head upstairs first!"
Her gaze lingered on Song Rui for a second, then she went upstairs.
It was only after she followed Sister-in-law Liu to the guest room that her face imdiately darkened...
Downstairs, Song Rui was extrely helpless. "Mom, can you stop calling her Miss Rong for once? She’s carrying your grandchild now!"
Madam Song sneered in her heart.
If it weren’t for that woman carrying twins, she wouldn’t even qualify to be called Miss Rong.
"If you don’t want to call her that, then we can push back the date of the marriage registration to the day the child is born!"
"Mom!" Song Rui’s brow furrowed tightly. "You had already agreed before, so why go back on your word now? We already have a child!"
"That’s the condition. If you don’t want to keep calling her Miss Rong, then we’ll delay the registration. Of course, as compensation, I can give her a villa, plus five million."
"Mom, Qiaoqiao is not that materialistic of a girl. She’s with for love, not for money."
Song Rui believed that his relationship with Rong Qiao was genuine, sothing rare in their circles of wealth.
Therefore, he especially cherished their relationship.
Madam Song gave him a look, "Don’t rush to conclusions just yet. Go tell Miss Rong what I said first!"
Song Rui: ...
"Oh, and one more thing. Do you rember Rong Qiao’s sister, Rong Yan?"
The na Rong Yan left a deep impression on Song Rui. If it weren’t for that woman, how could he have endured such sha?
"Mom, why bring her up?"
The impatience and revulsion in his eyes were barely concealed.
Madam Song glanced at him and then took out her phone, "Look at this!"
Her son’s taste was truly terrible.
Ignoring a dazzling pearl, he had chosen an inferior, substandard product.
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