Chapter 628: Chapter 628

He Jitang lifted his robe and sat down.

He drank half a cup of tea before saying, "Isn’t Ruanruan here for this green plum as well?"

Su Ruanruan let out a light cough.

At this moment, the noble ladies present became restless.

He Jitang, born handsome and of a noble identity.

Most importantly, he was still a bachelor.

Though it’s said that he had once a disgraceful marriage, he is now still single.

Those noble ladies stared at him.

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But He Jitang was very inaccessible, he hardly paid them any attention.

It was not until a young lady in a cheongsam came onto the stage that he showed a faint smile.

She was a famous Kunqu opera performer.

Graceful in posture, her singing voice soft and tender.

Every glance and every bit of her exuded a charm that was irresistible!

Indeed, she was a wonderful person.

Shui Linglong came today partly because Madam He secured the green plums, and she sang to liven up the ambiance.

On the other hand, she was there for He Jitang.

She was a plaything gifted to him by others.

He Jitang accepted it.

As the song ended, he got up and went to the back courtyard.

A polite servant approached: "Miss Shui Linglong, Young Master Ji invites you over to have some tea."

The lady couldn’t hide her bashful shyness, but she followed.

Madam He couldn’t stand it, saying to Su Ruanruan, "Your brother is really setting a poor example!"

Su Ruanruan found it hard to comment.

She just smiled faintly and lowered her head to taste the tea!

For some reason, Su Ruanruan thought of someone at this moment.

Miss Yin, though a celebrated actress and a famous actor herself, was merely seen as a plaything in the eyes of these rich young masters.

Su Ruanruan felt sad, yet she was powerless to change the fate of others.

She drank the tea and admired the green plums.

After the other noble ladies left, she helped Madam He with household affairs.

The servants of the He Residence respected her greatly.

Especially the Housekeeper, who couldn’t stop expressing his admiration.

He said, "Miss Su, the whole city of B is talking about how you cured Mr. Sun Jingan’s daughter’s illness!"

Su Ruanruan smiled: "Really?"

That person replied: "Of course it’s true, look at how genuinely these noble ladies respect you today."

He whispered quietly: "The Yin Family fell from grace and brought Shui Linglong here."

It was then that Su Ruanruan realized that the Kunqu opera singer was gifted by the Yin Family.

The Housekeeper seemed very knowledgeable: "With Young Master Ji’s tactics, that woman will likely suffer."

Su Ruanruan did not want to pry into such sensual matters.

She sent away the Housekeeper, planning to wash her hands before heading home.

The green plums were already packed, waiting to be brought to cheer Gui Zhi.

The He Residence was enormously large.

Su Ruanruan called upon a young maid to lead the way.

The maid took her through twists and turns, leading her into a washroom.

The washroom was vast and lavish.

Lit with sandalwood, the fragrance was subtle and lingering.

Su Ruanruan entered, the door closed behind her but she suspected nothing.

As she turned on the tap, she heard an unusual sound.

It was the sound of a man and woman in pleasure.

Thread by thread, it penetrated Su Ruanruan’s ears.

That melodiously tender woman’s voice was indeed the Kunqu opera singer’s.

Su Ruanruan was greatly shocked.

At this moment, she was actually in He Jitang’s bedroom!

She held her breath, looking around.

The restroom had two doors; the young maid had led her in through the outer door.

Su Ruanruan quietly approached, twisting the doorknob.

The door was locked from the outside.

She was trapped here.

Su Ruanruan was both startled and annoyed, unable to leave!

Resigned, she just sat on a low stool in the restroom, eyes on nose, nose on heart.

Next door, silence ensued.

Su Ruanruan turned on the tap to wash her hands, signaling to the person that it was time to let her leave.

Half a moment later, He Jitang entered the restroom wrapped in a bath towel.

A snow-white cigarette dangled from his lips.

In his hand, an old-fashioned matchbox.

On the matchbox, a beauty, enchanting and alluring.

He Jitang struck a match, bowed his head, and cupped his hands.