On the night of the broken engagement, the paranoid prince came to me crying and asking for my statu

If the incident during the day had not been such a big deal, Su Qishun would have almost thought that Nanny Dai welcomed him so much.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Su Qishun couldn't leave, so he could only stop and see what the Hong family was up to.

Seeing that Nanny Dai's earnest gaze was still on him, Su Qishun straightened his back and slowly walked into Fuyao Hall, pretending that what happened during the day had not happened at all.

"Where's Madame?"

Nanny Dai's eyes flashed with confusion, but her smile remained unchanged. "Madam is still waiting for you."

When Su Qishun was about to speak, she sighed and spoke before Su Qishun, "My Lord, sometimes you really can't blame Madam for her misbehavior today. She cares too much about you..."

Su Qishun was very surprised to hear such words coming from Nanny Dai.

Over the years, his understanding of Nanny Dai was not deep, but not shallow either.

As Hong's wet nurse, Nanny Dai has always been arrogant.

Normally, if he didn't please Mrs. Hong in the slightest, this old woman would dare to turn her face away from him. But today, she acted out of character...

Su Qishun frowned and glanced secretly at Nanny Dai.

He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that Nanny Dai seemed particularly depressed tonight, as if all her fighting power had been drained overnight.

Could it be...

Hong felt a sense of crisis and wanted to give in to him, so she asked the maid around her to come and find a way out?

The more I think about it, the more possible it becomes.

Su Qishun was not unaware of Hong's feelings for him over the years, but it was also because of this that Su Qishun felt suffocated.

It just so happens that Hong is the granddaughter of Master Yin, and her father is the Minister of Rites of the current dynasty...

Her status can indeed help Wan'er. Qing'er also scolded him for being impulsive today. Indeed, for both public and private reasons, he cannot break up with the Hong family yet...

Well, considering how hard she tried to find a way out...

He reluctantly let her get down the pole.

"Thank you, Madam. You can go back and rest early tonight. Leave the rest to me." Su Qishun has always been humble when facing Madam Dai.

Today is no exception.

"My Lord, I apologize for offending you before. I hope you will be magnanimous and not hold it against me."

"Mammy, what are you talking about? You are Madam's wet nurse. Madam treats you like a relative, so you are also a relative of this Marquis. How can you say you have offended her or not?"

This old guy has really changed his personality. He has become so humble all of a sudden, which makes him a little uncomfortable.

Nanny Dai ignored Su Qishun's look of contempt and pretending to respect her, and continued to speak in a low voice, "Thank you for your forgiveness, my Lord. I have seen your love for your wife over the years. I hope you will let me say a few words. Your wife loves you deeply. I hope you will not hurt the harmony between you and your wife because of some small things..."

Hong Xiutong really wanted to make peace with him.

Old Nanny Dai's face looked as ugly as a ghost.

Su Qishun glanced at Nanny Dai with disdain, but still said gently, "No, no."

Nanny Dai was not giving up. She kept telling Su Qishun all the way around the car about how much Hong had loved him over the years.

Only after they entered the main bedroom of Fuyao Hall did Nanny Dai agree to leave.

Su Qishun spat fiercely at Nanny Dai as she left, "Bah, you really think you're something."

The bedroom is just around the corner.

The candlelight revealed the dignified figure in the room.

Su Qishun suppressed the disdain on his face and pushed the door open to enter the room.

As soon as I entered the room, I saw Mrs. Hong sitting on the bed, embroidering flowers.

He immediately put on a gentle smile, "Madam, why don't you rest so late?"

Because he had cursed Nanny Dai in a low voice just a moment ago, his voice was a little hoarse.

But it did not affect the tenderness in his tone when he called out the word "Madam".

However, Hong's embroidering hands only paused for a moment because of his gentle call, and then there was no pause at all.

Don't even say a word to him.

Su Qishun's eyes flashed with dissatisfaction, but he said aggrievedly, "Madam, can't you see that my husband is so old and here?"

Hearing this, Mrs. Hong paid some attention to Su Qishun from the embroidery.

"I thought the Marquis would stay at someone else's place tonight."

That sour tone, the same as always.

Su Qishun was overjoyed.

I will also be jealous.

That means the Hong family can still control it.

He immediately walked quickly to Hong's side, reached out and grabbed her piece of cloth that had not yet been embroidered, and held Hong's hands tightly.

"Madam, it is my husband's fault today. I apologize to you here. Please be magnanimous and don't hold it against me, okay?"

Hong snorted coldly and struggled a few times but couldn't break free from Su Qishun's hand no matter what.

I don’t know if it was because she struggled too hard and got rid of the anger in her heart, but gradually, Hong stopped struggling and even the expression on her face became much softer.

Su Qishun quickly took advantage of the victory and took Hong into his arms, "My dear Tong'er, since I left Fuyao Hall today, I have regretted it so much..."

"Do you regret not being able to live together with that vixen earlier?" Hong coldly replied to Su Qishun's words.

"Madam, you really wronged me. Weren't we in a hurry at that time? Think about it, Wan'er is our lucky star. If it weren't for Wan'er, we wouldn't have such a lovely Hao'er..."

"You still have the nerve to mention Hao'er to me? Su Qishun, I told you at the beginning that if you really fall in love with someone else, I'm not the kind of person who will cling to you. With a divorce letter, we can both live our own lives. But look at what a jerk you are doing now? You brought your mistress's daughter to openly step on my face. You...you are so shameless."

Hong suppressed her nausea and pulled back the hand that Su Qishun had held and kissed.

"When did I say I forgave you? Who allowed you to do this to me?"

"Tong'er, can we stop making trouble?" Su Qishun used his trump card as usual. Every time soft tactics didn't work, he would force her to do it half coaxingly and half seriously.

But Hong loved his occasional wild behavior.

She struggled at first, but then became soft like a puddle of water, allowing Su Qishun to roll her into a round shape and flatten her.

Tonight was no exception. Hong was half-pushed and half-pressed onto the bed by Su Qishun.

Just as Su Qishun was preparing to take the next step with awe, Hong suddenly smiled at him and called out softly, "Qilang..."

Su Qishun's body suddenly froze.