The Villain's Mother

Ruan Xia: … Why did she dig this pit for herself and touch this sore spot? Why did this subject have to be brought up? Moreover, those men weren’t her suitors at all. They were the original owner’s suitors.

In the past, Song Tingshen didn’t say a word, so she thought he didn’t care. Now that everything else was sorted out, he was settling accounts at an opportune time.

Ruan Xia awkwardly laughed. “Ah, this chicken tastes better now than at noon.”

Song Tingshen said, “Don’t change the topic. I won’t fall for it. I’m serious about wanting to talk about it. ”

“But whether it was Duan Chi or Qin Yu, I didn’t pay attention to either of them.” Ruan Xia started to justify. “I didn’t approach them. They’re the ones that approached me. No matter what, the blame can’t land on me. Don’t you agree? Just like when thieves rob a bank with lots of money. You can’t blame the bank for having too much money. That logic would be wrong. So you can’t blame me or admonish me.”

“I don’t blame you.” Song Tingshen sighed. “I just think I should be more worried than you when it comes to this matter. Judging from data at least, the people after you far exceed the people after me, right?”

Ruan Xia touched her chin. “What you say makes sense. I’m young and pretty.”

She would only say words like these in front of Song Tingshen. In fact, she was sighing and complimenting the original owner’s beauty…

“... Can you not use every opportunity to compliment yourself?”

Ruan Xia shook her head while grinning. “Nope.”

—

The original owner’s physique was a bit on the cold side. Even if the heat was constantly on, her feet still felt cold when she got under her blanket. Little Wang wasn’t home tonight. Song Tingshen very boldly and confidently came over with his pillow to spend the night.

Song Tingshen had a very cute habit. He was fine sleeping in any bed as long as he had his pillow.

As soon as he got into bed and pulled the blanket up, Ruan Xia put her slightly cold feet on his stomach.

“This is the fee for your lodgings.” She had her own set of views.

Song Tingshen was helpless. He reached out and held her feet to warm them up.

On a night like this with its atmospheric mood, if they didn’t do anything, it would be wronging Little Wang, who was sleeping over at the Ruan’s. After all, it was rare for the kiddo to not be at home and causing trouble.

A man and a woman alone in a bedroom. The housekeeper and Little Wang weren’t around. The time was ripe.

—

At the Ruan’s, Little Wang was about to call Ruan Xia, but he was stopped by Mother Ruan.

“Didn’t you talk to your mom on the phone in the afternoon?”

Little Wang was lying in a big bed. He said, “I want to say goodnight to Mom. We say good night to each other every night.”

Mother Ruan thought it over and asked in a negotiating tone, “How about you skip it tonight?”

Puzzled, Little Wang asked, “Why?”

“The family has Little Wang. And after tonight, there might be a little steamed bun too.” Mother Ruan smiled as she tucked in her grandson. “Let’s wait till tomorrow to call. You can say good morning to your mom then.”