Su Ruanruan was still washing her hands.
She said coldly, "Third Brother is truly in high spirits!"
He Jitang, ranking third in the family, had two older sisters who were married abroad.
The sole son, exceedingly favored.
Leaning against the doorway of the washroom, He Jitang silently sized up Su Ruanruan.
She was very beautiful, even more so than the famous actors.
Just a bit too prudish.
Yet in such a situation, she could remain calm without blushing.
Exhaling a plume of smoke, He Jitang said, "Go check on that woman."
Su Ruanruan's heart shuddered.
She glanced at He Jitang, then headed to the bedroom.
There, Shui Linglong was sprawled by the bedside, seemingly fainted.
Her hair was disheveled, and her makeup smeared.
The cheongsam she wore hung loosely, looking quite unbecoming.
Su Ruanruan sighed inwardly: What's the use!
This woman probably thought she could gain the favor of the noble son, unaware of the fate that befalls women sent here.
