Song Qiao looked at Murong Rui, whose face now appeared hideously twisted, and chose not to say anything more; after all, she knew when to stop while she was ahead.
Moreover, she had a little life inside her now; if Murong Rui suddenly went crazy and attacked her, she would be the one to suffer.
Forcing herself to suppress the anger and unwillingness in her heart, Murong Rui took a deep breath, but still gave Song Qiao a meaningful look. She tried hard to hold back her anger, but couldn't, her voice still hoarse and strained as she spoke, "Song Qiao, don't be so pleased with yourself. Things are only just beginning; no one knows what will happen in the future. For instance, with you and Jingchen, do you think Jingchen really loves you? It's not even certain if you'll remain the Young Mistress of the Lu Family."
...
After Murong Rui left, she didn't do anything more, only shouted some curses at the top of her lungs.
