Yang Qingheng fastened her seatbelt, turned her head and saw Tang Bainian still staring in the direction of the police station gate, his pupils slightly unfocused. He paused, his fingers pausing: "What, missing your old days at the police station?"

She glanced at him almost imperceptibly. Zhou Shuwen had said that he went to Xishan Town to become a policeman, but later he suddenly returned to the capital for some reason. He said it was because his family was pressuring him. But looking at Mu Huihe, although she cared about him, it didn't come to the point of coercion.

You can tell from the way she had children. She had been married into the family for almost six years, and although the old lady had hinted to the couple many times that they should have a child, she had never made a strong demand.

Tang's father was even more indifferent, completely unconcerned. As long as his son didn't do anything dangerous, he never interfered in family matters and mostly spent his time playing chess with old friends.

Otherwise, I'll accompany the old lady shopping.

"No, I just suddenly realized that I haven't seen Xu Feng in a long time. We didn't invite him to dinner at our wedding." Tang Bainian snapped out of his reverie and gave her a smile.

Yang Qingheng looked at it carefully for a moment, but couldn't see anything wrong, so she felt relieved: "Didn't he call me a while ago and say that he wanted to bring the kids to Beijing to play, so we could get together then?"

Speaking of Xu Feng, she felt a little happy. Xu Feng's daughter was a few years old, a clever little thing, and always called her "Auntie" so sweetly. She had wanted to meet her for a while, hoping to hold her while she was still young, because she wouldn't want to be held when she got older.

It had only been a few years since Xu Feng left Xishan Town, and in the blink of an eye, he was not only married but also had children who were already several years old. Yang Qingheng still felt a little dazed when she thought about it.

She's been divorced from Song Hengjue for so long.

“Okay,” Tang Bainian’s eyes involuntarily lit up with a smile upon hearing the word “together,” and he started the car. “It’s almost eleven o’clock, shall we go out for dinner?”

"I have a meeting at 11 o'clock, so I'll go back to the company first. I'll have lunch at the company cafeteria." Several shareholders are waiting for her at the company, and it would be disrespectful for her to move the meeting to the afternoon just to eat.

Tang Bainian's eyes dimmed for a moment, but when he turned his head, a relaxed smile appeared in his eyes: "Then I'll pick you up tonight?"

The man's fleeting smile was like the sunlight falling on the ground after the first snowfall in winter—clean and pure.

Yang Qingheng was dazzled and subconsciously wanted to agree, but stopped herself abruptly the moment she was about to speak: "I have dinner with a business partner tonight and will be back late. You don't need to pick me up. I might be back a little late."

"Hmm." Tang Bainian glanced at her, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel.

But he didn't say anything.

Yang Qingheng felt a strange unease in Tang Bainian's glance. Before she could think about it, her phone rang in her bag. After seeing the caller ID, she paused for a second and reached out to put the phone back: "The company's shareholder is calling to urge us."

"We're still more than ten minutes away from arriving, why didn't you tell them?" Tang Bainian glanced at her, his eyes filled with coldness.

Yang Qingheng sensed something was off, but before she could think about it further, the phone rang again. This time, not answering would seem strange, so she cursed inwardly and picked up the phone: "Hello?"

"Qingheng," came Song Hengjue's voice from the other end, the tone rising at the end, giving the impression that he was in a good mood, "I don't have to go to work today, I made you some soup, shall I bring it over for your lunch?"

“No need,” Yang Qingheng paused for a second when she heard him call her that, covered her phone, glanced to the side, and found that the man was focused on driving and hadn’t noticed her. “I’ll be back at the company for a meeting in ten minutes.”

Song Hengjue pursed his lips: "You go ahead with your meeting. I'll bring it over so it won't bother you. Let me go. I'll be gone in a bit."

"What's wrong?" Tang Bainian asked.

Yang Qingheng's heart skipped a beat, and she shook her head: "It's nothing."

Growing impatient, he said to Song Hengjue on the phone, "I already said I'm going back to the meeting, we'll talk about it later." He then hung up.

On the other side.

Song Hengjue held a soup spoon, still wearing his apron, and held up his phone. He could still hear Yang Qingheng's impatient voice in his ear, and his throat felt bitter.

A woman's mood changes faster than a Sichuan opera face-changing act; she was coaxing him nicely last night, but today she's impatient.

Other couples are all lovey-dovey, but he won't even let her see him once. How stingy!

"See? I told you, Yang Qingheng doesn't need your soup, and you still won't give it to me." Fang Nan was annoyed that he had been stingy and hadn't given him any soup earlier, so he deliberately mocked him.

"I won't give you any even if I pour it out." Song Hengjue felt stung and snatched the spoon away.

Tsk, that woman can insult him, but he gets furious at the mere mention of her name.

Tang Bainian rolled his eyes inwardly and pinched his nose sarcastically: "Oh dear, no wonder Yang Qingheng doesn't want to talk to you. Her lovers are all well-mannered, always at her beck and call, and incredibly obedient. How can you be like someone who demands her company every day and even disturbs her work? Don't you know how to separate public and private matters?"

"You're talking nonsense! Yang Qingheng doesn't have a lover outside!" Song Hengjue's face darkened, and he poured the half bowl of soup he had ladled out back into the thermos.

Fang Nan got anxious: "No, leave some for me. Can that woman Yang Qingheng drink that much? She's not a water tank."

"Feed the leftovers to the dogs." Song Hengjue gritted his teeth, pushed him aside, and walked out the door.

I opened the car door and got in. Looking at the soup bowl next to me, my hand holding the car keys froze.

Will Yang Qingheng really feel that he is bothering her? Does she like obedient men? Why did she agree to let him be her lover so easily? Does she have someone else besides him?

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