"Did anything happen when you went to the south recently?" Tang Bainian picked up the kettle, poured a glass of water on the table, and turned to look at Yang Qingheng.

Yang Qingheng rubbed her hands together to warm up the hand cream, her expression unchanged: "It's nothing, the scenery outside the train is quite beautiful."

Tang Bainian asked, "Someone called me today, it was the police station, guess what they said."

Yang Qingheng's relaxed expression froze.

"Why didn't you tell me about something so important?" Tang Bainian sighed. "Yang Qingheng, didn't you say I was your best friend? How can you be so distant from your friends? Even Sun Rong knew about it, but you didn't tell me."

Yang Qingheng said shyly, "I know you've been busy lately..."

"No matter how busy I am, you should at least tell me!" Tang Bainian pursed his lips, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes.

He didn't even tell her about something as serious as her kidnapping. Does that mean he wouldn't even deserve to know if she died someday?

Yang Qingheng felt guilty. As expected of a mother and son, they were quite intimidating when they were disciplining people. She smiled ingratiatingly and said, "Oh, don't be angry. I was wrong, okay? I'll definitely tell you next time."

Seeing her stubbornness, Tang Bainian felt a surge of anger. Without saying a word, he pulled the covers over his head and went to sleep.

He was angry that she had become so distant from him, and even angrier that it was Song Hengjue who was by her side at that time, even though she never told him about the many things that were going on there.

Five years have passed, and she has truly etched that rule into her mind when she said she wouldn't talk about relationships.

I don't know if she genuinely can't understand his feelings or if she's just pretending, it's infuriating.

Thinking about that phone call made my heart ache again.

Tomorrow, have that scoundrel kicked out of the capital. Let him be so shameless as to seduce other men's wives.

The man was usually gentle, and she had almost forgotten when he last got this angry. Yang Qingheng glanced at him awkwardly, not knowing how to coax him. She sighed and reached out to turn off the light in the room.

In the darkness, Tang Bainian heard the sound of a woman breathing calmly coming from the bed. He was so angry that his vision blurred and he almost fainted.

I couldn't even be bothered to say a few kind words to him!

Yang Qingheng was half asleep in the middle of the night when she suddenly remembered something, opened her eyes, and took out her phone.

Sure enough, it lit up, and a string of numbers appeared on it first.

I glanced at the time; it was past 2 a.m. I cursed under my breath and hung up without hesitation.

However, the phone went out for two seconds and then lit up again. The person on the other end was getting impatient, as if she absolutely had to answer it today.

Yang Qingheng gritted her teeth, cursed inwardly, glanced at Tang Bainian, and found that the man was sleeping peacefully without any sign of waking up. She reached out, grabbed a coat, put it on, opened the door, and tiptoed out.

He answered the phone once he got into the yard, his teeth clenched in anger: "Song Hengjue, are you out of your mind? In the middle of the night, are you trying to kill me?!"

Heavy breathing could be heard from the other end, and no one spoke for a long time.

Yang Qingheng frowned: "What's wrong with you?"