I wonder if I'll be able to hug him before he's buried. How unfilial!

Yang Qingheng didn't care how much the two people were arguing outside. She slept soundly and vaguely felt a warm stove rolling into her bed in the middle of the night, instantly comforting her cold feet.

It kept rubbing against that side.

Looking at the woman who was desperately trying to snuggle into his arms, Song Hengjue took a deep breath and carefully pushed her shoulders away.

"Stop bothering me!" A sharp shout rang out in the dead of night, followed by a loud slap.

Song Hengjue covered his face, his mind blank.

He shoved Yang Qingheng hard; if the woman hadn't remained completely still, he would have thought she was doing it on purpose!

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Yang Qingheng had a rare good night's sleep, and even the tapioca porridge she usually disliked tasted smooth and extra sweet.

Yao Ying's eyes darted between the two of them a few times before finally settling on her son's dark circles under his eyes. She couldn't help but chuckle to herself as she pushed the steamed egg custard on the table toward Yang Qingheng.

"Eat more, eat more!"

Unsolicited kindness is always suspicious! What kind of trouble is this old lady up to now?

Yang Qingheng squinted, still trying to figure it out, when her gaze was drawn to the weariness on Song Hengjue's face. She asked in surprise, "Song Hengjue, what happened to your face?"

It was red and swollen. She remembered that she had slapped her right cheek yesterday. How could a slap mark reproduce?

"You can donate your foul mouth if you don't want it."

Song Hengjue looked up at her with a sinister expression, which made Yang Qingheng feel a chill down her neck.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was tense. Yao Ying frowned and chuckled awkwardly, "Tsk, why are you bringing up things that you said in your room? Aren't you ashamed?"

Song Hengjue snorted coldly, glanced at Yang Qingheng indifferently, put down his bowl, and left.

Yang Qingheng was left looking completely innocent.

Just after breakfast, a loud bang was heard, and a group of people rushed in.

The village chief's wife grabbed Li Jiaoyan's arm and forcefully kicked over a chair in the yard.

"Yang Qingheng, you shameless bastard, come out here!"

Yang Qingheng wiped the water stains from the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief before slowly walking outside.

"What law have I broken by making such a commotion so early in the morning?"

"How dare you say that!" The village chief's wife pointed at her nose, "You promiscuous slut, you've even managed to seduce our Jiaoyan."

Yang Qingheng glanced at her indifferently, quite frankly: "Who did I seduce?"

"Of course she seduced our Jiaoyan's blind date!" If there weren't so many people around, and if the village chief's wife didn't have to maintain her image, she would have rushed up and torn this little slut apart right now.