"Putting on airs during the day, saying you look down on me, only to serve yourself up on a platter at night?"
Song Chenglu's heart sank. She knew her previous explanation was now completely useless. If she didn't turn the situation around, this wouldn't end well.
"You've really misunderstood. I genuinely admire you."
Her voice trembled, but she forced herself to lift her head.
"I was too rash today. I shouldn't have talked back to you like that. You're a bigger man than that, please don't hold it against me."
She spoke quickly, afraid he would interrupt her. "I just... I think you're a real man. You're decisive, and your words carry weight. Who in the neighborhood doesn't show you some respect?"
She paused, bit her lip, and threw caution to the wind. She plastered a look of adoration on her face, deliberately making her gaze soft and mesmerized.
The suspicion in Wang Kang's eyes slowly faded, replaced by the smug satisfaction of a man who's been flattered.
