Wang Qiuman was momentarily stunned when she saw Song Zhiyu, but she wasn’t surprised. Since the Old Madam Song was here, it was not unusual for him to show up.
Out of courtesy, Wang Qiuman took a step back, placed her hands on her waist and abdomen, bowed to Song Zhiyu, nodded faintly, and then prepared to leave.
"Hey, you, wait a moment," Song Zhiyu stopped her.
Wang Qiuman turned her head with some curiosity.
Song Zhiyu coughed once and directly asked, "Who was that man you were just seeing?"
Wang Qiuman’s face suddenly turned red with shame, anger, and embarrassment.
"Fourth Master Song, what nonsense are you spouting?" How could he see through things so blatantly? Who asks such rude and straightforward questions?
Besides, this tone even had a sense of interrogation. Who she was seeing, what business was it of his?
Thinking of this, Wang Qiuman frowned and said, "Fourth Master Song, it is improper for men and women to meet so freely. I shall not disturb your sightseeing any further."
Her sudden change in demeanor left Song Zhiyu a bit stunned. Seeing she was truly about to leave, he hurriedly took two steps forward, saying, "Wait, Wang, stay there."
People were looking over.
Wang Qiuman felt both shame and anger.
Shame from being persistently bothered by a man, drawing so much attention; anger from Song Zhiyu’s unreasonable pestering and lack of discretion.
"What exactly do you want?" she turned back and asked hatefully.
Song Zhiyu touched his nose and said, "Nothing really, just wanted to tell you, no matter who that guy is, don’t commit to him. He’s not a suitable match."
Wang Qiuman was taken aback.
Not a suitable match?
If that person isn’t, does he mean he, Fourth Master Song, is?
Thinking how he didn’t seem interested in her, Wang Qiuman felt the anger in her chest burn even hotter. Did he think no one was worthy of her?
"Fourth Master Song, you are going too far. You don’t even know Master Wei. How can you speak ill of others behind their back? Is this the conduct of a gentleman?" Qing Tong, unable to restrain herself, stepped forward to block Wang Qiuman.
Oh, a mere maid, daring to shout at him?
Song Zhiyu, also being proud, sneered coldly, "What does it matter if I don’t know him? If not for my mother and Madam Wei being close friends, would I bother coming to take your scolding? Do you think I have nothing better to do?"
His coarse words made both of them blush with embarrassment.
"I’m just letting you know that guy is not a suitable match. You can do as you please; just don’t regret it later!" Song Zhiyu snorted coldly, turned around, and left, while pondering where he had heard the surname Wei before.
But never mind, he had kindly come to give a heads up, yet people thought he was meddling in what they perceived as a great match!
Ah, what bad luck for a good deed!
Song Zhiyu vanished in anger.
Qing Tong, so furious, said, "Miss, this Fourth Master Song is really rude. Everyone says Fourth Master Song is a libertine, and now I believe it. His eldest brother is the Prime Minister, yet he’s so disrespectful, coming out of nowhere to spew nonsense. Truly discourteous."
However, Wang Qiuman furrowed her brows.
"Qing Tong, is he really speaking aimlessly?"
Qing Tong was taken aback, "Miss?"
After what Song Zhiyu said, Wang Qiuman felt somewhat troubled, saying, "Let’s go."
Qing Tong stomped her feet and followed up.
They didn’t know that before Wei Cheng left the front porch, he ran into someone directly after passing the Zen Temple, embracing his waist.
"Careful," Wei Cheng frowned slightly, instinctively supporting the person, quickly letting go and stepping back.
The person looked up, revealing a shy and timid little face, "Wei... Master Wei."
Wei Cheng’s eyes flickered slightly. He courteously cupped his hands, "Miss Wei, my apologies."
After bowing to Wei Wenyan, he turned and left, taking out a handkerchief to wipe his hands as he walked, casually tossing it into a corner.