There's... there's another way to handle this?

Song Hengjue was dumbfounded.

"What are you looking at? Let's go." Yang Qingheng was amused by his shocked expression and waved her hand in front of him twice.

Song Hengjue snapped back to reality, strode after her, and muttered as he grabbed her hand, holding it tightly in his palm, their fingers intertwined: "I thought you weren't coming."

"How could I not come? If I didn't come, someone would probably scold me for a long time, and might even cry." Yang Qingheng pinched her nose and said sarcastically.

Given this man's temperament, he wouldn't cry easily, but he could stay angry for a long time, nagging her every day like a broken record. Yang Qingheng was well aware of his petty nature.

"This is all your slander!" Song Hengjue stubbornly refused to admit it.

Yang Qingheng chuckled, letting him hold her hand in his palm, and led him on a aimless stroll through the streets.

It was crowded with people and brightly lit; it was very lively.

Song Hengjue's phone rang in his pocket. He picked it up and glanced at it; it was an unfamiliar number. "Hello?"

"Song Hengjue, when are you coming? I've been waiting here for ages, my legs are numb from standing." Qiao Xihe's coquettish voice came from the other end.

Song Hengjue's face turned ashen. He held his phone away, his disgust practically overflowing from his eyes.

Yang Qingheng raised an eyebrow and mouthed, "Who is it?"

Song Hengjue shook his head at her and said to Qiao Xihe on the other end of the phone, "Miss Qiao, I've arrived at the riverbank, but there are too many people and I can't find you. I'm not very familiar with this area. Could you come and find me?"

"You're here? Okay, you stay where you are, I'll come find you." Qiao Xihe thought he had changed his mind, but when she heard him say that, her face lit up with joy, and she hung up the phone and headed towards the riverbank to look for him.

The wind was so strong at night that she shivered and sneezed several times.

Song Hengjue casually tossed the phone into his pocket, and seeing Yang Qingheng's probing gaze, explained, "Qiao Xihe."

"What kind of dirty tricks are you thinking of?" Yang Qingheng chuckled as she recalled what he had just said to Qiao Xihe.

Qiao Xihe is so arrogant and doesn't care about anyone. It's already the limit for her to actively pursue a man. If she finds out that she was played by Song Hengjue, she'll be furious.

Song Hengjue snorted coldly: "This is nothing. I haven't even settled accounts with her for what she did to you before."

That vicious woman better wash her neck and wait for him; she'll get what's coming to her sooner or later.

Yang Qingheng rubbed his ear as a reward.

A jolt of electricity shot through Song Hengjue's head. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his lower abdomen tightened. He glared at her, trying to cover his embarrassment, but his words betrayed his underlying fear: "Can you just touch a man's ears like that?!"

"Oh, then I won't touch it next time." Yang Qingheng glanced at him indifferently, then turned to pick out something from the stall.

The scarves on the ground were brightly colored and had novel designs. They looked pretty good. She picked up a pink one and a blue one and compared them around her neck. She was somewhat satisfied but also a little hesitant.

When Song Hengjue saw the woman walk away with a blank expression, he was terrified and followed her step by step, hurriedly explaining, "Yang Qingheng, that's not what I meant."

Seeing that the woman still ignored him, he reached out a little finger and hooked it around her sleeve: "Don't be angry."

He still didn't get a reply from Yang Qingheng. His nose tingled, and he grabbed her finger and put it to his ear, his voice nasal like a wronged little wife: "I was just kidding. You can touch it, only you can touch it."

"What are you doing?" Yang Qingheng was focused on picking things out when she turned around and saw that the man had a bitter face and a red nose. He looked so aggrieved that she thought she had bullied him.

When Song Hengjue realized that she was finally paying attention to him, his face lit up like ice melting and spring flowers blooming. He held her finger to his lips and gently bit her knuckle: "Don't be angry anymore."

Seeing his cautious manner, Yang Qingheng finally remembered and couldn't help but laugh: "What's there to be angry about? Stupid."

Song Hengjue then realized that he had misunderstood. Instead of being unhappy about being scolded, he felt a sweet feeling welling up inside.

"Which one looks better, this one or this one?" Yang Qingheng's shopping desire kicked in. She held up two scarves around her neck and looked at Song Hengjue.

“You look good in both of them,” Song Hengjue said, examining you carefully as if he were conducting a serious study. “But I think you look best in pink.”

She's very energetic, which suits her well.

"Pink is inappropriate for any occasion. At my age, it looks like I'm trying to look young. Blue is better; it's easier to match." Yang Qingheng hesitated, but in the end, she put the pink one back.

She has no occasion to wear this color, so there's no point in buying it.

"Nonsense, how can someone in their twenties look like this? You can wear anything at any age, and this looks good on you." Song Hengjue retorted, displeased, and quickly paid for both of them.

She's only a few years old, yet she says such discouraging things every day.

It must be that shameless cheating man, Tang Bainian, who brainwashed her and made her so depressed!

Song Hengjue inwardly scoffed, grabbed the pink scarf, and forcefully wrapped it around her neck, becoming more and more satisfied with the look: "Wear this with you today when we go shopping together."

After speaking, he paused for a moment, then subconsciously touched his face, feeling uneasy.

It seems like this outfit makes him look a bit too young, and it doesn't suit him. What if people mistake him for her brother? That wouldn't be good, that wouldn't be good.

Song Hengjue regretted it, but seeing that Yang Qingheng had already accepted the scarf, he didn't dare to tell her to take it off.

"Let's go." Yang Qingheng took the other scarf that the stall owner had wrapped up and nodded to Song Hengjue.

Song Hengjue hesitated, his feet seemingly rooted to the spot: "Are we leaving already?" He looked back at the stall several times.

Yang Qingheng replied matter-of-factly, "Otherwise what?"

"Or think again about what you forgot." Song Hengjue gritted his teeth, hooked his little finger around her sleeve, and stared straight at her.

Yang Qingheng found it strange and was about to ask a question when even the stall owners nearby couldn't stand it anymore.

"What's wrong, girl? You're only buying two for yourself, not one for your boyfriend too?"

Yang Qingheng was taken aback. She turned her head and saw that Song Hengjue's face was flushed from his words. She burst out laughing. She carefully picked through the stall and picked out a blue scarf, holding it up to his face. It had a small bear pattern in the corner, which was somewhat similar to hers.

"This one?"

Song Hengjue glanced at the scarf twice, her eyes shining, but she pretended to be reserved, and coughed lightly with her fist to her lips: "I'll do whatever you say."

They even packed it up for him.

Yang Qingheng rolled her eyes, but deep down she felt that Song Hengjue's spoiled appearance was endearing, and happily wrapped the bag around him.

She took his hand and led him outside.

It's a couple's style!

It's a couple's style!

It's a couple's style!

Song Hengjue was so excited that his palms were sweating, and he gripped Yang Qingheng's hand tightly.

Unfortunately, Yang Qingheng couldn't hear his thoughts, otherwise she would have heard a boiling kettle screaming wildly.

"Yang Qingheng?" A joyful shout came from not far away.