The Useless Miracle Doctor Consort Is Spoiled Rotten by the Prince! Chapter 1795 - 1788: Utilize Again

Chapter 1795 -1788: Utilize Again

Rong Ning squatted down in front of her, holding her hands, and upon seeing her scraped palms, he asked gently, “I didn’t help you up during the day and watched as you were bullied. Are you upset?”

Listening to his gentle voice, tears fell uncontrollably from Song Huaining’s eyes, “Of course I’m upset! That Chu Nianhan deliberately made me fall in front of you! My new clothes are torn too…”

In her hand, Song Huaining clutched a wrinkled corner of her skirt, which now had a large tear and a stain.

The dress, already made particularly large for her, now seemed even more of a waste of fabric.

“I’ll bring you new clothes, don’t be sad,” Rong Ning forted her, wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Song Huaining felt intensely warm inside, feeling both self-conscious and cautious in front of Rong Ning, “Ning brother, during the day… were you ignoring me because you were afraid others would see me? I’m so fat, I must be embarrassing you, making your acquaintances laugh and say you’re entangled with a fatty like me.”

“That’s not true.” Rong Ning rubbed her cheek, his eyes as deep as the sea, “I’ve never minded your weight. A woman like you is truly blessed.”

Song Huaining stared blankly, “Really?”

Did he really not see her as an embarrassment and even think she was fortunate?

“Truly,” Rong Ning leaned down and kissed the corner of her eye.

Song Huaining felt her cheeks burning; where he kissed seemed to leave a flame, hot and warm, making her long for it.

She immediately covered the corner of her eye, crying and laughing, “My Ning brother kissed it, I won’t wash my face tonight!”

With her face full of snot and tears, it didn’t matter—as long as it was where her Ning brother had kissed, it was incredibly precious!

Rong Ning’s gaze darkened slightly. He wrapped his arms around Song Huaining’s neck, which was almost indistinguishable due to her size, and leaned down.

“Mm…”

Song Huaining felt the weight of the person on top, making her feel as if she were floating on clouds.

Rong Ning’s physique was near perfect, his broad shoulders and back exuding power, his waist and abdomen narrow and strong, with distinct musculature. Each muscle flexed with a force that was both formidable and dominant, controlling her and making her rise and fall with his movements.

A fierce moment passed, and Rong Ning calmly dressed himself.

He turned back to meet Song Huaining’s blushing face, a trace of indifference flickering in his eyes.

Just like last time, Song Huaining leaned against his chest, listening to his warm words of affection. However, when he asked about her Crown Prince cousin, she bit her lip in distress, “Ning brother, even though the Crown Prince cousin treats people kindly, I can’t ask him to help with your imperial examinations; that would be favoritism.”

She had at least grown up in the Song Residence, knowing the right balance—some things she could inquire about to help Rong Ning, but some things… she could absolutely not bring up.

“It’s not that I want you to ask for a position for me, but it’s my wayward sister who worries me—I fear she might anger the Crown Prince.” As Rong Ning spoke, he tightened his grip on her hand.

Song Huaining, resting in his arms, listened to him talk about his deep bond with his sister since childhood, and she could naturally empathize, “I know you’re anxious. If I were thrown beside a stranger, my brother would do everything he could to save me too. I’ll find an opportunity to ask the Crown Prince cousin for help.”

“If you ask directly, it will surely lead to trouble, but there might be another way.” Rong Ning gently tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

Song Huaining looked at him with curiosity.