Yang Qingheng pursed her lips, crumpled up a stack of documents, stuffed them back into the envelope, casually put them into her handbag, and strode back to the banquet hall.

TRAIN STATION.

Song Hengjue's eyes were half-closed, he reeked of alcohol, his gaze was dark, and he stared intently out the window.

Fang Nan, usually so quick-witted, was half-dead and a little flustered. He hesitated, then closed his eyes and said, "If you want to pursue her, go for it. Although being a mistress is shameful, inhumane, and might break up someone's family, well... didn't Tang Bainian also seduce Yang Qingheng from your hands? Maybe Yang Qingheng will choose you again because of your past relationship."

In the end, even he himself felt guilty.

Unexpectedly, the dejected man in front of him raised his eyes and glanced at him, his ears perking up almost imperceptibly.

"Besides, I just saw that mistress at the old lady's banquet. Since they're so heartless, then we'll be heartless too. Why should he be having affairs while your ex-wife has to remain chaste for him, right..."

Before Fang Nan could finish speaking, the man in front of him suddenly sprang up, grabbed his collar, his face horribly dark, and said, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth: "Who did you say you saw at the banquet?"

Fang Nan said innocently, "Mu Xiaoxiao."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Song Hengjue crushed a piece of the handrail beside him with a thud.

Seeing the blood on Song Hengjue's hand, he was startled and reached out to cover his wound: "Are you crazy?"

Song Hengjue pushed him away and strode towards the door.

"Sir, the train is about to depart, you cannot get off." The train conductor stood firmly in front of Song Hengjue.

"I...I have something very important to do." Song Hengjue, a drunkard, couldn't understand what she was saying. He was so anxious that he paced around in circles, his eyes red, as if he was about to burst into tears at any moment.

The train conductor frowned and, instead of letting him pass, called over the conductor next to him, who firmly blocked him away: "Sir, if you want to get off, you can get off at the next stop."

The train slowly started moving, and all the passengers inside looked over.

Song Hengjue shook his head, his fingers anxiously scratching his head, rambling incoherently. Finally, his gaze fixed on the window beside him, his eyes lit up, and he rushed towards it.

The train conductor let out a sharp, explosive sound.

Rushing over, I saw the man roll around on the ground several times before finally staggering to his feet, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

Fang Nan awkwardly withdrew his hand that was about to grab Song Hengjue, raised both hands above his head to distance himself: "He's just a passenger sitting next to me. I don't know him. Don't misunderstand."

…………

Yang Qingheng helped see the guests off, then turned around and said goodbye to the old lady.

Tang Bainian was still helping the old lady sort through the gifts. He patted her shoulder and said, "You've worked hard today. Go back and rest first. Leave the rest of the work to me."

"Yes, you've worked hard too." Yang Qingheng nodded, patted the back of his hand, and told the driver to take her home.

My aunt was also helping out at the banquet today. The house was very quiet. She slowly exhaled, finished her shower, rolled herself up in the blanket, and closed her eyes.

"Pat, pat."

Hearing a strange noise, Yang Qingheng opened her eyes warily and saw the man clinging to the window. Her heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't help but let out a terrified scream. She rushed over to open the window, wishing she could beat him to death: "Song Hengjue, are you sick?!"

The strong smell of alcohol hit me, and a vein throbbed on my forehead.

He was drunk and still dared to climb to the third floor, how come he didn't fall to his death!

The man's long legs swept across the balcony without hesitation and rushed in, pulling her into a fierce embrace. His hard bones made Yang Qingheng's shoulders ache.

Just as she was about to reprimand him, the man's breath overwhelmed her nostrils, and his hard teeth pressed against the warm, soft flesh inside her lips.

The taste of blood lingered between their lips and teeth, as Yang Qingheng bit down.

Song Hengjue hugged her even tighter, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones.

He was unwilling to accept it. Why did she choose Tang Bainian, that cheating man? Why could their twenty years be compared to Tang Bainian's five years?

Why not choose him?

The man was too strong, and Yang Qingheng was suffocated by his kiss. Finally, she broke free of one hand, slapped him, and wiped her mouth hard as if it were dirty: "What the hell are you doing here!"

Song Hengjue's head was turned to the side after being hit, and he didn't want her to leave for even a second. His warm, large hands carefully cupped her face.

In the darkness, the man's features were indistinct, but Yang Qingheng could clearly feel a warm touch on her lips. The man's voice was low and trembling, as if he had used all his strength, firm yet humble: "I like you."

“You…” Yang Qingheng frowned, her eyes filled with warmth, a mixture of sourness and bitterness—his tears. Her hand, which had been raised in the air, could no longer be waved, and she pushed him away fiercely.

"Mental disability".

…………

Strong sunlight streamed through the window onto the bed. Yang Qingheng yawned and struggled to open her eyes.

Her gaze fell on the half-open window, and everything from last night rushed wildly into her mind.

That drunkard Song Hengjue climbed into her room in the middle of the night and went crazy, saying he wanted to be her mistress.

The man lying on the ground told her that none of this was a dream.

Yang Qingheng's lips twitched, wishing she could slap herself in the face.

Drinking can lead to trouble!

"Hey, you little brat, get up!" she said disdainfully, kicking the man's shin twice.

Song Hengjue slowly woke up, sat up while hugging the quilt, his eyes not yet focused, and a single hair sticking up on his head.

He looks like an idiot.

Yang Qingheng added in her mind, then slapped him on the head: "Get out of here now that you're awake, or Tang Bainian will beat you to death if he sees you."

Upon hearing this, Song Hengjue jumped up and rushed towards the door. Just as he opened the door a crack, a hand reached in from outside.

Song Hengjue: ...

Song Hengjue: !!