Song Hengjue's face was turned to the side by the slap, and his hand finally loosened its grip. He touched his face, and there was still a trace of spurt red at the corner of his eye.

Yang Qingheng glared at him coldly: "What do you mean by touching my face? Is touching my face all you can think about? You won't listen to a word of my explanation! He was just helping me remove a bug from my hair! He didn't even touch my face!"

Song Hengjue kept a straight face and remained silent.

"Tell me everything else you want to say! I was blind enough to fall for Gu Yi once, and you keep accusing me of this! Are you out of your mind?!" Yang Qingheng laughed angrily.

Song Hengjue remained silent. He himself did not realize that the anger in his heart inexplicably dissipated the moment he heard these words.

Yang Qingheng pressed aggressively: "Is there anything else?"

"No." Song Hengjue pursed his lips, his eyes dark.

Footsteps came from outside, and Yao Ying ran in with a look of surprise on her face. She glanced at the slap mark on Song Hengjue's face and instantly became furious.

He rushed over, ready to tear Yang Qingheng's face apart: "Yang Qingheng, you shrew! He just got back and you're already trying to hit him!"

Song Hengjue frowned and stopped her abruptly: "Mom, I'm hungry, can you cook me a bowl of noodles?"

"You're still spoiling her." Yao Ying trembled with anger, but also felt a pang of sadness, feeling sorry for her son.

"Mom, I told her to hit him." Song Hengjue had a headache.

Yang Qingheng caught her mother-in-law's gaze, glanced at the handprint on his face, hesitated, and nodded: "Couple's fun."

Yao Ying looked at this and then at that, then staggered and fell weakly against the wall, as if she had heard something shocking.

Yang Qingheng coughed lightly and patted Song Hengjue's arm: "You just got back, go and rest first. I'll call you when the noodles are ready."

Song Hengjue nodded and went out.

Seeing that her mother-in-law was in a daze and probably couldn't make noodles, Yang Qingheng simply kicked her out and cooked a pot of noodles herself.

Tang Bainian returned home in a daze, not even bothering to change his shoes when he opened the door. Zhou Shuwen reminded him twice before he realized what was happening.

"Why are you so absent-minded? What are you thinking about?" Zhou Shuwen frowned and took the mop to clean the floor that had been dirtied.

Tang Bainian shook his head: "I wasn't thinking about anything. A new case came in today."

"All you do is work all day," Zhou Shuwen shot him a sharp look. "How was that blind date you went with today?"

As soon as she mentioned it, Tang Bainian's expression froze instantly. He shook his head and remained silent.

Something's up?

Zhou Shuwen had never seen her nephew look so dejected, and she leaned over with a smug look on her face: "Did the girl not like you? Or does she have someone she likes?"

Tang Bainian suffered a heart attack and turned to walk upstairs: "No."

If it were just that he simply didn't like her, that would be fine, but what kind of mess is this today!

Zhou Shuwen used to excitedly find him blind dates every day, but he always rejected them without hesitation. This time, he finally got his revenge.

He rejected people every day, but he never thought he would be rejected himself.

This girl is amazing!

He became more interested in Yang Qingheng.

Song Hengjue walked into the main room, saw the empty bed, paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and pushed open the door: "Yang Qingheng, put everything back exactly as it was brought in!"

Yang Qingheng was still half asleep when he yelled at her, and she jumped up with a start, her eyes darting around: "What did I take from you?"

Did he discover that the five hundred yuan was missing? Or did he discover that she gave the money to Gu Yi?

"Don't pretend with me!" Song Hengjue gritted his teeth. "Where did you throw my blanket?"

Who else but her would do something so pointless!

"The blanket?" Yang Qingheng silently breathed a sigh of relief, feeling bewildered, and gave him a loud eye roll. "Why would I take your blanket? I'm not a pervert."

Song Hengjue was skeptical.

Yang Qingheng laughed in anger and held up three fingers: "I swear, I definitely didn't take your blanket, or may I be struck by lightning and die a horrible death."

Song Hengjue then withdrew his gaze.

Yang Qingheng saw the furtive figure outside the door and suddenly let out a cold laugh: "Mom, why are you walking around the house so sneakily?"

Song Hengjue turned around abruptly and looked at his mother's unfocused gaze. He understood immediately.

Helplessly, she rubbed her forehead and said, "Mom, why did you take my blanket?"

"I'm cold, can't I even use the blanket I bought?" Yao Ying said confidently, hands on her hips.

Yang Qingheng was extremely sleepy, so she forcefully pushed Song Hengjue outside: "Alright, if you want to argue, go outside and argue. Don't bother me while I'm sleeping."

"They do nothing all day but go to bed early."

Yao Ying said sarcastically, grabbing Song Hengjue's arm and dragging him outside the main room, exasperated: "Look at you, I've already gone this far, why don't you just go back to sleep? Why are you yelling at her?"

That shrew Yang Qingheng is really something. It's just a quarrel, but she actually threw her husband's bedding into the main room. If someone came to the house, the scene would be so ugly, and who knows what rumors would spread about their marital discord.

Yao Ying hadn't realized that this time it wasn't Yang Qingheng who kicked her son out, but rather that her son simply didn't want to live a normal life anymore. Otherwise, she would have been driven to her death by Song Hengjue's unpredictable actions.

Song Hengjue pinched the bridge of his nose, his head throbbing: "Alright, Mom, I can't explain things between her and me in a short time. Give me the blanket."

"You blockhead!" Yao Ying said angrily. "No, no, sleep if you want, or don't. I've already locked the main room. If you don't go back, you can freeze here all night."

She slammed the door shut, not wanting to see her good-for-nothing son at all.

Yang Qingheng has a bad temper, and Song Hengjue is such a stubborn fool; she'll have to wait forever to hold a big, chubby baby.

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