The village has two cows. Except during the busy farming season, these two cows are used to pull carts, serving as the only means of transportation for the villagers to go to town.

Yang Qingheng used to dislike their muddy smell and naturally didn't want to squeeze in with them, but she didn't have much money right now, so she was willing to be shameless and squeeze in with them.

However, Yang Qingheng forgot that this was Songjia Village. Even if she was willing to squeeze in with others, they might not be willing to give her face.

Just as they approached, a playful laugh came from the oxcart: "Yang Qingheng, are you going out?"

Li Jiaoyan sized her up and down a few times. Since what happened yesterday, she knew that Yang Qingheng would never believe her unconditionally again, so she simply gave up and put on a haughty face.

Yang Qingheng glanced at her indifferently, too lazy to pay her any attention.

Seeing her arrogant demeanor, Li Jiaoyan's temper flared up instantly. She sneered, "I heard that Brother Hengjue didn't stay at home for long yesterday and left. He didn't come back all night. Could it be that he's disgusted with you...?"

She hesitated for a moment, then sighed and said earnestly, "Qingheng, don't blame Hengjue. After all, what man can accept his woman being defiled?"

Others may not know, but she knows it very well.

The dosage of the drug she gave Yang Qingheng yesterday was quite high; without a man's help, she wouldn't be able to counteract it.

Since Song Hengjue was so angry, Yang Qingheng must have slept with Gu Yi.

Li Jiaoyan regretted her decision, wondering how Yang Qingheng had finished so quickly yesterday. If she had brought people over earlier, she could have caught them red-handed.

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at Yang Qingheng with strange expressions, their eyes filled with the same disdain.

In those days, conduct was strictly enforced; having extramarital affairs could result in criticism, struggle sessions, and writing self-criticisms.

If it were the old Yang Qingheng, she would have wanted to die to prove her innocence if others had made such a accusation against her, but the current Yang Qingheng would not.

Having experienced so much in her past life, she clearly understands that if she shows weakness now, it will undoubtedly fuel the perverse interests of these busybodies, and she will be met with even harsher suspicion and accusations.

She smiled slightly, without even a flicker of amusement in her eyes: "Jiaoyan, you're a young woman, why do you keep saying 'dirty' all the time? Anyone who didn't know better would think that's all you learn at school."

Li Jiaoyan's expression changed.

Just as she was about to accuse him, Yang Qingheng didn't give her a chance to speak.

"Besides, how do you know my man dislikes me? Did you eavesdrop? Hengjue left yesterday because..." she said meaningfully, her face slightly flushed at the end, "because he was shy."

That smug look almost made Li Jiaoyan furious.

That sharp-tongued slut!

A sneer came from behind him, and a familiar male voice said, "Didn't I tell you to rest at home? Why are you out so early in the morning?"