C2 (1/2)

Song Qiting's movements paused, he looked at the woman below him coldly, then became even more violent.

”Are you even worthy to be compared on the same level as Yi Fei? Tang Zhen, don't disgust me! ”

Tang Zhen clenched his teeth tightly, and turned his head to the side to not look at Song Qiting. After an unknown period of time, she slowly fell asleep.

On the morning of the second day, Tang Zhen had just opened his eyes and moved his body a little.

The memories of last night rushed into his brain, especially the words ”Yi Fei”, making Tang Zhen's heart instantly wrinkle into a ball.

Sure enough, after three years, other than him hating her, nothing else had changed.

The seat beside him had long been empty. Tang Zhen pushed himself off the bed and slowly got up.

Just as she placed her hand on the banister, she saw Song Qiting walking out from the dining hall. The butler quickly brought the suit over to him and then stood respectfully by the side.

Song Qiting tidied up his tie while expressionlessly saying: ”When she wakes up later, let her eat the medicine.”

The butler wanted to say something but hesitated. In the end he nodded: ”Yes, young master.”

After tidying everything up, Song Qiting walked towards the door. Halfway through the door, he stopped and turned to the butler: ”Tell her not to send any random stuff to the outer office, it's bad for the eyes.” He slammed the door.

Tang Zhen's body shook, his fingers grabbing the banister tightly, his face pale white.

Today was Song Qiting's birthday, and in the past three years, he had never passed it with her.

Calming himself down, Tang Zhen walked down the stairs as if nothing had happened.

”Miss Tang, breakfast is ready.” Butler respectfully said.

She had been married to the Song Family for three years and no one had ever called her ”Madam” before.

”Mm, thank you.” Tang Zhen slowly walked to the dining area and sat down, while the butler followed closely behind him.