Turning, she saw Song Qiao and Li Bingqing was stunned.
How did this guy find his way here?
Her lips trembled, and she couldn't speak for a long time.
She could only hope that he wouldn't ruin her engagement ceremony.
She sprang up from the stool.
Seeing Li Bingqing like this, Song Qiao smiled and said, "What, are you so excited to see me? They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder. We've been apart for such a short time, and you're already this excited? Is it like a day apart feels like three autumns?"
"I have to say, your excited expression now, coupled with your makeup, makes you look truly adorable!"
As he spoke, Song Qiao clicked his tongue, praising her continuously.
Li Bingqing's face showed a hint of anger, and she reprimanded, "Why is it you? What are you doing here? How did you get in?"
Song Qiao chuckled, "Why can't it be me? Because I miss you, so I looked for you everywhere. At the same time, I figured you must miss me too, so I came. Tell me, isn't this what they call telepathy!"
"Nonsense!" Li Bingqing shot Song Qiao a glare.
"You know, when I heard you were engaged, to be married to the eldest young master of the Zheng family, my heart truly ached. Oh, the pain!"
As he spoke, Song Qiao pointed to his chest, looking at Li Bingqing with a pained expression, his face appearing particularly mournful, as if he had truly been abandoned.
Li Bingqing found his current demeanor amusing but knew she couldn't laugh, as she was still angry with Song Qiao.
So, she pursed her lips tightly, kept a stern face, and put on a cold demeanor.
Song Qiao knew that his actions had largely eased Li Bingqing's resentment, allowing him to express some of his true thoughts.
"This Zheng family is connected to the Gao family, and also has some ties with the Guo family. Are you marrying this Zheng Fei to curry favor with the Guo family? I object!"
Li Bingqing pouted and retorted, "What I do, how I do it, and whom I marry, what business is it of yours?"
"What do you mean, 'what business is it of mine'? Our relationship is not ordinary! If you keep talking nonsense, I will get angry! You know, when I get angry, even I am afraid of myself. I don't know what I might do!"
"Heh, just you boast. You? All bark and no bite. Since you dislike it so much, then I will marry Zheng Fei precisely to anger you! Then, he and I will unite, husband and wife working together to deal with..." Li Bingqing said hatefully.
However, before she could finish speaking, Song Qiao strode towards her, grabbed her slender waist, and pulled her soft body close to his, leaving no space between them.
At this moment, Li Bingqing was wearing a luxurious qipao that perfectly accentuated her alluring curves.
Song Qiao raised her chin gently with his left hand, looking into her watery eyes with a teasing glint, "You actually have such thoughts! Woman, I must punish you properly!"
Looking at Song Qiao's handsome face and surprised by his agility, her heart fluttered.
It wasn't for any other reason, but simply looking at Song Qiao's face, his straight nose, and his sword-like eyebrows, she felt an inexplicable urge, a peculiar anticipation.
This is bad!
Could it be that being bullied by this Song Qiao had become a habit? Was this Stockholm Syndrome?
This Song Qiao is truly a scoundrel.
How could she, who was so strong, experience this? It shouldn't be. She couldn't let him succeed.
Thinking this, she quickly tried to push him away, her hands pushing against Song Qiao's arms and chest.
"Let go, quickly! What are you doing? I'm going to call for help!"
"Go ahead and call! Let Zheng Fei see his fiancée in the powder room with another man... You know the consequences!" Song Qiao snorted coldly and said softly.
Li Bingqing naturally understood what Song Qiao was implying and was struck with shock.
Anger burned in her eyes as she questioned, "Song Qiao, what exactly do you want?"
Her tone was filled with indignation, helplessness, and sorrow.
She wanted to control her own destiny, but why was it so difficult?
Song Qiao looked into her eyes and said directly, "What do you think?"
Li Bingqing was furious and told him, "I'm telling you, the Zheng family is not to be trifled with, and moreover, I have the Guo family backing me! If they find out about this and get angry, you won't be able to bear it. Humph, their influence is beyond your imagination. I advise you not to act rashly!"
Song Qiao, however, seemed completely unfazed by her words.
"You think they are behemoths with immense power that I cannot deal with, but you will see, I will trample them all underfoot, bringing these tyrannical families to ruin. If they are lucky, they might become ordinary people, and if they are unlucky, there might not even be a trace left. So you don't need to worry about me!"
"Hmph, who's worried about you! I'm just worried you won't get hit by a car when you go out, won't get stabbed by a knife when you walk, or won't get choked by water..."
"Oh, why are you such a wicked woman? Trying to murder your own husband?"
"Humph, dream on! Husband? What kind of husband are you? Can't you see? I'm about to marry Zheng Fei!"
"Yes, I see it, so I've come to give Zheng Fei a "colored hat."
"Shameless," Li Bingqing cursed.
"Isn't that calling yourself a name too?" Song Qiao said with a smile.
Li Bingqing's pretty face instantly flushed at his words.
Perhaps she had been standing for too long, and her legs had gone numb. She lost her balance for a moment and leaned into Song Qiao, hugging him tightly.
"Haha, so proactive. I knew you missed me! Alas, women deny it with their mouths but are honest with their bodies!" Song Qiao shook his head, appearing to see through everything.
Li Bingqing's face turned extremely unpleasant at his words.
"Shut up... Mmph... Let, let me go."
She struggled with all her might, but her ruby-red, delicate lips, colored by lipstick, were sealed shut by Song Qiao's large mouth.
At the same time, his tongue began to explore with incredible dexterity.
Soon, in the powder room, the bottles and jars on the large makeup table clattered to the floor, making cracking sounds.
And that table began to shake rhythmically, enduring pressure it was not meant to bear.
In short, the powder room was suddenly filled with the scent of spring, and the osmanthus flowers began to bloom wildly.
However, there were no bees or butterflies to be found.