"Alright, stop joking around and hurry up." Song Hengjue couldn't stand the strange looks from those around him any longer, so he jumped into the car.

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"The foundation for the new welfare home has been laid, and the construction team will start building the walls tomorrow. Qingheng, would you like to go and take a look?"

After the meeting, Sun Rong followed closely behind Yang Qingheng out and casually mentioned it.

Yang Qingheng paused, then remembered that she had been busy looking for investors and hadn't been to the welfare home in a long time. She nodded and said, "Go to the nearby supermarket to buy some daily necessities and stationery, and then have the driver take the car to the company gate."

For ease of management, the new welfare home was located just 200 meters away from the old one. She could take a quick look when she passed by and see those little devils.

Sun Rong agreed to the matter and quickly left.

The two had just arrived at the entrance of the orphanage and hadn't even gotten out of the car when a little boy recognized them. He peered through the large iron gate, saw them, and excitedly shouted inside, "Aunt Yang and Aunt Sun have come to see us!"

Suddenly, a crowd surged forward, with little kids of all heights rushing towards them, calling out either "Mama Yang" or "Mama Sun."

The sounds were both chaotic and crisp. Yang Qingheng inexplicably thought of the scene where the Calabash Brothers called out to their grandfather. Her head ached, but she was also inexplicably happy.

The mood that Song Hengjue had ruined was instantly healed.

Dean Chang quickly noticed the commotion and, together with the security guard, opened the door to let them in.

"Aunt Chang, how's the orphanage lately? Is everything alright?" Yang Qingheng naturally took Director Chang's arm.

"Okay, okay, but the place is still too cramped. Right now, three kids are crammed into one bed. If another one comes, there won't be enough room," Dean Chang sighed.

Sun Rong was being pestered by a group of little devils to distribute stationery, which gave Yang Qingheng a headache. She led Director Chang inside and said, "Aunt Chang, don't worry. The foundation for the new welfare home is already being laid. If all goes well, it will be put into use at the beginning of next year. At that time, each child will have their own bed."

Dean Chang repeatedly said yes.

"By the way, didn't you say there were volunteers coming a few days ago?" Yang Qingheng asked cautiously.

After all, it's an orphanage. With so many children and only a few teachers, there are bound to be areas where management is inadequate.

Having heard many stories of children being molested and trafficked back then, she was always somewhat terrified, fearing that some ill-intentioned people might be involved.

Therefore, teachers who come to work here are always required to undergo strict screening, and she even has to personally review them once.

Dean Chang slapped his forehead and led her to the backyard: "Qingheng, don't worry. I personally vetted all the volunteers, and they are generally not allowed to have contact with the children alone."

As they were talking, the two went into the backyard and began sweeping up fallen leaves and trash.

“Qing Heng?” One of them looked up.

Yang Qingheng was surprised to see Yao Ying. She instinctively asked, "Mom? What are you doing here?"

After saying that, she paused for a moment. She had already divorced Song Hengjue, so calling him that was obviously inappropriate. She silently shut her mouth.

“I was bored at home, so I came here to volunteer and look after the kids,” Yao Ying said with a smile.

"Kindness is indeed hereditary. Qingheng and Sister Yao are both kind people." Dean Chang chuckled and praised her. She had met Yang Qingheng's mother-in-law before, and now that she heard her call her "Mom," she naturally assumed that Yao Ying was Yang Qingheng's biological mother.

Both of them fell silent for a moment.

Yang Qingheng waved her hand, not knowing how to explain such a complicated matter, and simply said, "Aunt Chang really knows how to talk."

Seeing Yao Ying hesitate several times before speaking, she slightly curved her lips and gave a kind smile: "I haven't visited the orphanage in a long time, Mom, let's go for a walk together."

“Okay.” Yao Ying quickly put down the small hoe in her hand, sorted it out, and followed.

Finally, they arrived at a quiet place. She couldn't resist any longer and grabbed Yang Qingheng's hand. She looked her up and down with a look of satisfaction in her eyes: "Hmm, your complexion looks much rosier than before."

"Mom, you look better than before." Yang Qingheng found it amusing; it seemed that Song Hengjue had taken good care of her since she left.

Yao Ying laughed heartily: "Seeing so many babies makes me happy, and I even eat two extra bowls of rice."

Speaking of dolls, I can't help but think of Song Hengjue at home, and I can only sigh helplessly.

I'm so disappointed in him. If that brat had been more ambitious back then, his kids would be grown up by now.

Yang Qingheng's eyes flashed, and she patted Yao Ying's hand: "I saw Song Hengjue a few days ago and was wondering if I would see you. What a coincidence that I saw you today."

Yao Ying was surprised, thinking that the two had reconciled. She smiled and asked, "What a coincidence! Where did we meet?"

He was already thinking about how to subtly suggest visiting Yang Qingheng's house, and preferably having a meal together.

Maybe she can hug Yang Qingheng and Tang Bainian's child in the future.

She could no longer hope for Song Hengjue's child, and Qingheng could be considered half her goddaughter, so by a rough calculation, Qingheng's child could be considered her grandson.

Yao Ying's smile grew wider as she thought about it, but she suddenly froze when she heard Yang Qingheng's next words.

“During the banquet, I was discussing cooperation with Boss Gu when Song Hengjue brought Miss Qiao with him. It’s quite a coincidence, as Miss Qiao is also going to cooperate with Boss Gu,” Yang Qingheng said.

The words were not spoken in a veiled way, and even Yao Ying, who was usually oblivious, understood them.

"That brat, I'll teach him a lesson when I get back!" she gritted her teeth, furious.

After Zhou Shuwen told her that Yang Qingheng was sent to the detention center by Song Hengjue, she almost broke that brat's legs. Now that brat actually dares to provoke Yang Qingheng.

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