Abruptly, Wang Qilang parted her lips with the speed of light in the middle of the fiery kiss and tilted his head away.
He gasped for a brief moment.
Then he pushed Chen Rong away, turned around and, without another word, flapped his long sleeves and strode away.
Chen Rong gave a cry only by the time he was off in the far distance. As quiet as she was, it was uncertain whether she wanted to stop him or to question him.
In a blink, Wang Hong’s elegantly white and spotless figure completely disappeared from her sight.
Some time passed when Old Shang went to her and pulled on her hand. “Miss, what’s wrong? What happened? Why are you standing here stock-still like this?”
Chen Rong looked up in a daze. She vacantly looked at Old Shang and muttered: “He… got angry.” Then she moved her hand to her lips and flushed even redder as she brushed across them.
Her blush soon spread to her neck. Furiously rubbing her lips, Chen Rong railed: “The rotten rogue! He dared to take liberties with me…”
At this point, Chen Rong noticed Old Shang’s curious and confused expression and clamped her mouth shut. She leaned on him to stand upright, her knees numbing, as she murmured: “Let’s go, let us leave now.” She repeated herself, sounding a little as though she was crying: “Old Shang, let’s go!”
The elderly man was completely flummoxed to see her angry, embarrassed, and crying. He quickly helped her, replying as he walked: “Aye, we’ll leave at once. We’ll leave at once.”
……
At long last, Chen Rong found her voice again. “Old Shang, was there any outsider nearby just now?”
“I don’t think so,” he told her after thinking about it. He turned to Chen Rong, asking quizzically: “Miss, is something wrong?”
Chen Rong only blinked, saying nothing in return.
She couldn’t tell him Wang Hong took liberties with her. She wouldn’t believe such words herself, much less Old Shang.
So she clamped her teeth and feebly said, “No, nothing’s the matter.”
“Nothing’s the matter,” she repeated as she angrily wiped her lips.