Before she could say anything, his large hand traced along her nightgown, measuring inch by inch against her skin.
He bit her fiercely.
"Did Huo Yanshu touch you yesterday?"
"No."
Huo Yanshu had never touched her.
Not even for her face, unlike Rong Qingze.
"Uncle, I'm not that inconsiderate. But if you ask, I'll do it."
As soon as she finished speaking, Rong Qingze pulled her down from him.
He pressed her lower back, pinning her to the sofa.
The bowl of hangover soup spilled all over the sofa.
Rong Qingze didn't let her go; instead, he was even rougher.
"The Rong Family intends to arrange your marriage with Huo Yanshu."
A foster daughter, if she could bring something in return for the Rong Family, no one would say anything.
Besides, this was with the old man's tacit approval.
Rong Yanqiao turned the question to Rong Qingze, "I'll listen to Uncle."
If Rong Qingze said to get engaged, she could only do as he said.
