Ye Langchen looked at him jokingly, "Let's not talk about whether it can be cured. If Song Baoling doesn't want it, how can you force her to do it?"

Zhang Qinghe was speechless, "It seems that my relationship with Miss Song is still shallow."

He said in despair, with worry on his face, "What is Miss Song's illness? Does she need to go to the capital for treatment?"

Song Baoling's tone was calm and her words were polite and distant, "It's not a serious illness. I'm sorry to bother Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Qinghe saw that she refused to say anything and stopped asking questions. He came happily and left dejectedly.

He felt that he was still too abrupt. There was only a long time to come, so it would be better to take his time.

Mrs. Song held her granddaughter's hand distressedly and asked softly: "Baoling, are you still concerned about Prince Jun now?"

Song Baoling felt a pang in her heart when she heard the name and denied it, "Don't worry, grandma, I will never interact with him again."

She spoke slowly and firmly, and Mrs. Song was a little surprised.

Although she doesn't agree with the two of them getting too close now, she doesn't want them to cut off contact. After all, the two families used to be in-laws, so the quarrel is too tense and it doesn't look good in terms of face.

She was like a fish on the chopping board, letting others slaughter her. In other words, she had been a fish on the chopping board her whole life.

How is it possible for human fingernails to scratch such a deep gash?

"Okay." Yu Zikong nodded and strode away. Lian Jiao was speechless in pain, but her eyes were still fixed on Song Baoling.

Mrs. Song said earnestly and thoughtfully, "It's getting late. I'll wait for your return to see what your opinion is."

Song Baoling could only nod, but on the way back to the yard, he met Hou Rui who was returning.

One prayed for half his life but could not get any sincere love, while the other was born with all kinds of pampering and love.

After hearing this, Song Baoling straightened up and threw the armor aside, "How did you get out?"

"Ahhh!" I didn't expect that it would be easy to put it on but difficult to take it off.

Hou Rui screamed and howled, her fingers connected to her heart, not to mention the pain on her fingertips.

"Song Baoling! Why don't you die!" Hou Rui shouted.

Hou Rui's head moved when she heard Lian Jiao's voice.

She looked at Hou Rui's hand and saw a long armor on her hand.

Mrs. Song didn't feel like saying anything more, so she patted Song Baoling's hand comfortingly, "In this case, I won't get too involved."

Song Baoling was slightly stunned. It was still a year before she got her hairpin, and her grandmother was already preparing to get her engaged.

She pinched the armor from her shoulders to her belly, and with a little force, the armor pierced her clothes, and the cold armor pressed against Hou Rui's belly.

"Hou Rui! Why is she back?" Lian Jiao exclaimed, blinking hard to make sure she saw the right person.

What's more, according to her granddaughter's temperament, if she doesn't think about it, she will never do anything.

Immediately a small cut was made, and blood dripped out.

Reluctance and resentment enveloped her with lifelessness, and she would never have a bright life.

Hou Rui sweated in pain, moved the corners of her mouth, and said with a bitter smile: "Song Baoling, I regret it, I should have killed you just now!"

Ye Lanchen threw Hou Rui aside, went to help Song Baoling, and blocked her behind him.

Hou Rui stared at Song Baoling's face more and more displeased, "Song Baoling, if I destroy your face, will you still have the face to see people in the future?"

"Hou...Hou Rui..." Song Baoling spoke intermittently. Suddenly, with a light touch on his neck, the feeling of suffocation disappeared.

But Hou Chunhong left such a deep impression on her that when she wanted to take action, she would always think of Hou Chunhong's lifeless face.

Song Baoling sensed something was wrong and hid to the side, but Hou Rui was filled with hatred at this moment, and his strength and speed were even faster than usual.

After Hou Rui finished speaking, several servants who had arrived late came up to restrain him.

Song Baoling composed herself, "Grandma, it's our own decision."

Song Baoling said, feeling a little helpless and intolerable. If Hou Chunhong hadn't been there, maybe Hou Rui would have done her job honestly.

"When you come back and you see that you don't have the man you like, my grandmother will tell you to marry him."

Blood flowed from the armor sleeve. Song Baoling successfully removed the armor sleeve and scraped the tip of the armor sleeve with his fingertips.

I can't tell you what kind of look it was, it was despairing, numb, and filled with hatred and jealousy the moment I saw Song Baoling.

Song Baoling was still weak, so she was grabbed by Hou Rui. Lianjiao went up to pull Hou Rui, but was scratched by Hou Rui's claw.

On the other hand, Song Baoling was clean and refined in her splendid clothes, and even though her face was haggard, she still had a cold look.

She raised her hand and touched her neck, and wet, hot liquid and blood continued to flow out.

Hou Rui was pinching Song Baoling's neck. Song Baoling's face turned red and Hou Rui had scratched him in several places.

"Baoling, have you misunderstood me and your father? We just hope that you two can keep a distance."

The difference is that what Hou Rui wears is made of sharp weapons and is only used to hurt people.

Hou Rui said unwillingly, "It's a pity that I couldn't scratch your face——!"

"Grandma, isn't it a little too early to do this?" Song Baoling said with a hint of rejection.

Hou Rui's hair stood on end. She felt that Song Baoling was going to stab him in the next second. She shook her head and whispered, "No, no."

Song Baoling slowly approached her and took off her armor.

Hou Rui struggled to get up, "Song Baoling! It's all because of you! Don't you know how to tell it?"

And just letting Song Baoling die like this, she always felt that it was too cheap for her. She wanted Song Baoling to never be able to hold his head up, and like her, he would always be a rat in the gutter.

"It's all your own fault. It's your choices that have made you what you are now!" Song Baoling replied coldly.

Yu Zikong and Ye Lanchen fell slightly behind Song Baoling and Lianjiao. Only when they saw Hou Rui did they go up to stop them.

"Hou Rui, if you are honest and responsible, maybe the Hou Mansion can ensure that you have food and clothing for the rest of your life."

There was a burning pain from the place where Hou Rui scratched her. She suddenly felt something was wrong as she held the place where the blood was bleeding.

A chill ran down Hou Rui's back, and she nodded with difficulty, "Still."

Her hair was pulled out and messy, her clothes were almost torn, and she was covered in mud. She looked like a beggar on the edge of the city.

"Is the baby still in your belly?" Song Baoling asked.

Song Baolin stopped and looked over. Hou Rui's face was now haggard and yellow, as if he had lost his soul.

Yu Zikong picked her up and Ye Lanchen glanced at her, "You take her to bandage first, and I'll solve the problem there."

"They let me out." Hou Rui replied truthfully.

Unsurprisingly, Song Baoling raised her eyebrows and directed the boy, "Take her out. Watch the door and don't let her in again."

"Yes, miss."

Hou Rui was dragged away by them helplessly.
Chapter completed!