Yang Qingheng was deceived of her money and affection by a scumbag man in her past life, ending in a miserable fate. Upon rebirth, she kicked the scumbag to the curb, grabbed her money, and顺便 doted...
"Alright," Yang Qingheng suddenly turned around and kicked his hand away. "Song Hengjue, I don't want to think about what happened before. From now on, we'll go our separate ways and end this relationship. If you ever bother me again, I'll kill you!"
Tang Bainian finally heard the door open and turned around with a smile: "The white fungus soup is ready, drink some while it's hot."
Yang Qingheng's tense expression relaxed. She reached out and took the hand, but when her gaze fell on his wrist, she gasped, "How did you get your hand like this?"
It was a blood-red patch, with a few small, whitish blisters.
She was in no mood for drinking white fungus soup and frantically rummaged through the cabinet for the first-aid kit.
"I'm fine. I just accidentally burned myself while serving the white fungus soup. It'll be fine in a few days," Tang Bainian said, squatting down to comfort her, his tone filled with self-reproach.
It was as if he had done something wrong by burning his hand.
The thought that he was cooking white fungus soup for her made Yang Qingheng feel even worse. She took a needle and used it to prick the blisters on his skin. Every time the man inhaled cold air, she would tremble with nervousness.
"How is it? Does it hurt?"
When the aunt saw the smile in Tang Bainian's eyes, she almost rolled her eyes to the sky.
She said that the reason this person tried to catch the white fungus soup with his bare hands was because he had this idea.
This grown man is more cunning than a honeycomb briquette and more shameless than a city wall; even an old aunt like her is annoyed by him.
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"Hey, Heng-ge, what did you go looking for Yang Qingheng for?" Song Hengjue pushed open the door, and Fang Nan, who had just finished eating and drinking, was chugging down the herbal tea that Yao Ying had made.
Song Hengjue walked past him with a blank expression, as if he had lost his soul, without even lifting his eyelids.
Fang Nan was startled and shook him hard: "No, brother, you look like your father just died. Did Yang Qingheng beat you senseless?"