"Where have you been?" Madam Song looked at the two who had just entered, her expression displeased.
Rong Qiao was somewhat afraid of Madam Song.
When those unemotional eyes swept over her, she instinctively stepped back.
This movement of hers made Madam Song even more dissatisfied.
With such an unrefined demeanor, how could she be fit for the position of Young Madam of the Song Family?
Her gaze then moved to Rong Qiao’s belly, and her sharp eyes softened slightly.
However, her face was still very displeased.
"Well, aren’t you going to speak? Where did you go?"
Song Rui was not in a good mood, and seeing his mother’s aggressive manner only added to his irritation.
"Mom, can you not interrogate us as if we were criminals? We are free individuals, are we not even free to go out?"
Hearing this, Madam Song almost fell over in anger.
"If you think living here is so oppressive, then just get out."
Song Rui’s face darkened instantly.
He wanted to say right away... Fine, we’ll leave.
But before the words could leave his mouth, Rong Qiao tugged at his sleeve.
Turning to look at Rong Qiao, "Qiaoqiao, don’t worry, even if we don’t live in the Song Family, I can still support you. If we move out, we’ll get our marriage certificate tomorrow."
Rong Qiao: ...
Moving out? That wasn’t what she wanted at all.
She wanted to be the legitimate Young Madam of the Song Family, not just someone who privately negotiated with Song Rui as his wife.
Madam Song felt like she was about to be infuriated to death by her own son.
"If you dare to register your marriage with her, then don’t ever come back to the Song Family."


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