Everyone knew that Yang Qingheng and Li Jiaoyan were close in the past. Hearing this, they exchanged glances and became suspicious. However, since Li Jiaoyan was the village chief's niece, everyone wisely kept quiet and no one spoke up for Yang Qingheng.

Li Jiaoyan's attempt to steal a chicken backfired spectacularly. Instead of framing Yang Qingheng, she ruined her own reputation. She was so anxious that she almost ground her teeth to powder.

Upon seeing Gu Yi, who had been untied by several men inside, her eyes lit up, and she rushed in to question him: "Gu Yi, tell me honestly, was it Yang Qingheng who invited you out today?"

Gu Yi spat out several mouthfuls of saliva, his face pale, his teeth itching with hatred. He pointed at Yang Qingheng and shouted, "It was Yang Qingheng who invited me. As soon as I came in, she pounced on me and stripped me naked, saying she wanted to play some games with me. She heard your voices, so she climbed out the window. She's a slut."

Li Jiaoyan, feeling smug, suddenly turned around and pointed at Yang Qingheng with a righteous air: "Qingheng, I know you were caught doing this today and you're in a bad mood, but if you dare to do it, you should dare to admit it. Didn't you say you like Gu Yi? I think Hengjue will understand you and be willing to let you pursue love."

"You're right, right, Brother Hengjue?"

Upon hearing the familiar name, Yang Qingheng turned around abruptly and stared straight outside.

The tall figure paused for a moment, and Song Hengjue strode in, giving Yang Qingheng a brief, indifferent glance. His eyes were deep and unfathomable, revealing no emotion.

But Yang Qingheng inexplicably sensed his anger, felt uneasy, her eyes darted around, and she dared not look him in the eye.

She pouted, as if she had been greatly insulted, and grabbed Song Hengjue's forearm, her eyes red with anger: "Song Hengjue, they're all slandering me. I'm not blind. How could I leave such a handsome man at home to sleep with and go out to steal a poached chicken?"

The people present looked at Gu Yi's face, which was swollen like a pig's head, and then at Yang Qingheng, whose expression had suddenly changed. They were speechless for a moment. Was it too late to start acting now?

Gu Yi's face stung with pain, and upon hearing this, he nearly fainted: "Yang Qingheng, who are you calling a 'white-cut chicken'?"

"Is it even necessary to say who I'm talking about? Besides you, where else here is there any other 'white-cut chicken'?" Yang Qingheng's beautiful eyes darted around as she glanced at him up and down, then she laughed mockingly.

Several men glanced at Gu Yi and burst out laughing.

To be honest, Gu Yi's current naked appearance is no different from that of a boiled chicken.

"They've come to my house to act like hooligans. If they're not severely punished, who knows which woman they'll be harming tomorrow? Erniu, go find the village chief to uphold justice." Song Hengjue glanced at Gu Yi and calmly instructed Erniu behind him.

Erniu glanced at Yang Qingheng with disgust, grabbed Gu Yi by the back of the neck, pushed through the crowd and strode outside: "Aren't you leaving? Are you waiting to eat?"

Seeing that the commotion had moved to another location, a few people who loved watching the excitement quickly chased after them.

The gate slammed shut, and the house finally fell silent again.

Song Hengjue's face darkened instantly, veins bulged on his forehead, and he was almost unable to suppress his anger.

If it were just now, Yang Qingheng would have run away in guilt, but unfortunately, she was weak all over and her mind was blank, so she didn't have the energy to care about his emotions.

After enduring so much, seeing Song Hengjue was like a long-awaited rain after a drought, and her legs immediately went weak, causing her to fall into his arms.

Song Hengjue's brow twitched, and he gripped her waist with his large hand, his voice filled with a worry he himself couldn't detect: "What's wrong with you?"

"Li Jiaoyan drugged me." Yang Qingheng felt like a hundred ants were crawling inside her, and the heat in her body had nowhere to go. She was so uncomfortable that she wanted to roll on the ground. When she heard the familiar voice, tears welled up in her eyes uncontrollably.

She ripped off his belt, crying until her nose was red, looking both pitiful and thuggish.

Caught off guard, Song Hengjue was caught red-handed. He couldn't help but let out a muffled groan and ruthlessly shook off her wrist: "Yang Qingheng, have you no shame!"

Having finally found a way to dissipate heat, Yang Qingheng was unwilling to let go, and with a fierce pounce, she forcefully pinned Song Hengjue to the ground.

"It's perfectly natural for me to sleep with my man! What are you whining about? Are you even a man?"

Song Hengjue held her wrist firmly, his eyes clear and devoid of any emotion, and said, word by word, "Yang Qingheng, you'd better know what you're doing right now."

Yang Qingheng didn't answer, but bent over and haphazardly tried to put out the fire, completely ignoring what people were saying.

Song Hengjue took a deep breath, grabbed her waist tightly, and slammed her onto his shoulder.

Just a few seconds later, with a "thump," the scene changed to a room, where Yang Qingheng was violently thrown onto the bed, and the man's warm and strong body ruthlessly pinned her down.

The voice from above was threatening: "You came here on your own this time, don't regret it."

Yang Qingheng shuddered, but wasn't frightened. She vaguely thought that the hot blood in her body had become fuel, and that even the slightest spark would cause it to explode with a bang.

She couldn't help but swallow.

I'm even more excited now.