However, the woman was in a state of confusion and couldn't hear what he was saying.

He was left standing there in a daze, the veins on his forehead becoming more and more prominent.

The man's face was grim. He slammed his fist on the wooden table next to him with a loud thud, creating a crack in the surface. Fine blood seeped down the crack.

However, the pain could not mask the anger in his heart.

That bastard Tang Bainian, he's got a child and he's still fooling around outside! Maybe that woman was someone he hooked up with while Yang Qingheng was pregnant!

The waiter, who was about to enter, was startled and silently withdrew his foot from the threshold, his face turning pale.

Since Yang Qingheng refuses to divorce him no matter what, then he will drive away all the women around that slut Tang Bainian, so that he can't touch a single woman!

A shadow fell over Song Hengjue's eyes, and hatred surged within them.

Tang Bainian sneezed as soon as he got out of the car, touched his nose, and ran quickly into the house. As soon as he entered, he rushed into the room where the cat bed was kept and grabbed the veterinarian: "Well? Have you figured it out yet?"

"Th-th-this... I treat cats, why would I lie?" The young female doctor adjusted her black-rimmed glasses, looking somewhat bewildered and dazed.

Tang Bainian frowned: "You can't just make up some illness that makes cats vomit?"

The female doctor was on the verge of tears. She had seen people who insisted their cats were healthy and refused to pay for treatment, but this was the first time she had ever seen a cat in this household insist that it was sick when it wasn't. It was truly bizarre!

Seeing Tang Bainian's increasingly grim expression, she shuddered and suddenly had an idea: "Yes, yes, I have a simple method. I'll just say that your cat ate too much and that's why it vomited. Your wife isn't a professional, so she probably won't be able to tell."

The method sounded very suspicious, but at this moment the sound of cars could be heard outside. Tang Bainian, having nothing to lose, said: "Fine, you can say it like this later."

Yang Qingheng pushed open the door and went straight to the pet room.

Before she could catch her breath, she grabbed the doctor's hand: "Doctor, how is my son? Is he alright?"

The doctor's eyes darted around, then he looked at Tang Bainian, gave a dry laugh, and said to Yang Qingheng, "It's nothing serious. The cat vomited because it ate too much today. You guys were too nervous. Just reduce the amount of food you give the cat in the future, especially the high-fat foods."

Yang Qingheng breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the snarling cow cat in Tang Bainian's hand. She was both annoyed and amused. With such a large size, it seemed she really would have to reduce the amount of cat food she gave it in the future.

Tang Bainian's eyes flashed as he scolded Tang Xiaoxuan in his arms: "That's right, all it does all day is stare at that food, and it never goes outside. No wonder it's getting fat. From now on, halve its cat food."

The female doctor's lips twitched, and she inexplicably sensed a hint of dog-like arrogance in Tang Bainian's eyes.

For a department head to act like this, isn't it a bit too shameless?

The black and white cat, who was enjoying being groomed by its owner with its eyes half-closed, suddenly seemed to understand when it heard about food. It jumped up and bared its teeth at Tang Bainian, revealing two neat rows of small hooks next to its pink and white paw pads.

Is this cat possessed by some kind of spirit?

Tang Bainian was startled, glared at it fiercely, and cursed inwardly.

You brat, you don't know any better. Your mother is about to run off with someone else.

Before he could even speak, Tang Bainian gasped, staring at the two neat rows of claw marks on the back of his hand, and subconsciously released it.

Yang Qingheng pursed her lips, her temper rising. She pinched its paw pads and glared at it fiercely: "Xiao Xuan, do you have any conscience? Dad cares about you so much, and you still hit people. Fine, from now on, your beef will be halved."

The black and white cat tilted its head and let out a meow, revealing a claw mark on the same side of Yang Qingheng's hand.

This stinky cat's crazy behavior was infuriating. Yang Qingheng pointed at it, about to scold it, but looking at its limp and innocent appearance, she immediately swallowed her anger. She gritted her teeth and cursed, "You bad boy."

Tang Bainian's face suddenly darkened. He found fault with everything about the cat. He pulled Yang Qingheng outside, feeling guilty and upset: "I'll find some medicine to apply to you."

The doctor watched the couple's retreating figures, seemingly understanding something yet not quite. He glanced at the black and white cat and shrugged helplessly.

In a dark alley.

Fang Nan squatted on the ground, swatted a mosquito to death on his calf with his backhand, scratched his ears and cheeks from the itch, and said with a scarlet cigarette in his mouth: "Brother, I guess she won't come today. Let's go back."

"Can't even squat for this long?" Song Hengjue said disdainfully, shaking his suit trousers and shooing a mosquito out of the leg.

"I'm not trying to criticize you, but Yang Qingheng herself doesn't care. Why are you, her ex-husband, meddling in her affairs? If people didn't know better, they'd think you weren't her ex-husband, but..." Fang Nan swallowed hard, his gossipy eyes shining brightly in the alley.

Song Hengjue asked, "What is it?"

Fang Nan coughed lightly and crept closer, asking furtively, "You wouldn't happen to be Yang Qingheng's siblings, would you?"

Based on his usual movie-watching habits, it must be that Song Hengjue accidentally discovered that his wife was actually his long-lost sister. Because it violated ethics, he could only painfully reject Yang Qingheng. In this way, it can be explained why Song Hengjue went from being a simp to a heartless man who locked up his love in just one month.

Besides, what ex-husband would eagerly help his ex-wife deal with her current husband's mistress? He wouldn't believe there wasn't some blood relation.

Song Hengjue's eyes widened, and she smacked him on the head with her backhand: "What kind of shit is in your brain!"

Fang Nan cried out, clutching his head. Just as he was about to retaliate, he saw someone walking by outside and excitedly jumped to his feet: "Big brother, your little lover, ptooey! Tang Bainian's little lover is here!"

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