Seeing his wife run away, Song Hengjue immediately followed.

Qiao Xihe's subordinates stared dumbfounded at the two troublemakers who had run away after causing trouble, clutching the hot potato in their arms.

No, they don't want to be burdened during the Lunar New Year, so does that mean he, a lonely man, doesn't have to go home? That's inhumane!

The young man glanced at the capitalist boss in his arms, who usually scolded him and nitpicked every day. He was extremely unwilling, but with a dark face, he took Qiao Xihe to the hospital.

"Come to my house?" Song Hengjue turned to look at the woman beside him and hooked her little finger.

Yang Qingheng rolled her eyes at him: "Or should I crawl back?"

"No, that's too dangerous. You can stay at my place for the night, and I'll take you back tomorrow morning." Song Hengjue grinned, revealing a mouthful of neat white teeth, looking like a smug fool.

"Just drive, stop laughing, it's creepy late at night," Yang Qingheng chuckled.

Song Hengjue pursed his lips, turned around to argue with her, but saw the woman pull her coat over her head and fall asleep.

He glanced at the time and saw it was already 2 a.m., so he awkwardly shut his mouth.

The car slowly drove into the yard. Although the sound of the wheels rolling on the grass was not loud, Yao Ying, who had been guarding inside all night, still noticed it. She rushed out of the villa with a large ladle in her hand. When she saw her son getting out of the car, she was furious and rushed at him with the ladle in her hand.

"Song Hengjue, you little brat, you finally know to come back? What time is it?! Are you trying to drive your mother crazy?!" It's Chinese New Year, and after finishing the New Year's Eve dinner, he just disappears without even clearing the dishes or sweeping the floor. I'll beat him to death!

"Hey, Mom, be quiet this late at night." Song Hengjue screamed when he saw his mother wielding a large ladle fiercely towards him. Remembering that Yang Qingheng was still asleep in the car, he covered his mouth, gripped the ladle, and whispered a reminder.

Yao Ying sneered: "You still have some shame? What kind of old bachelor goes out on New Year's Eve and comes back this late? If others find out, they'll laugh their heads off."

The older the old lady got, the more eloquent she became, rattling off a whole bunch of things in a flash.

Song Hengjue used to be able to argue with her, but after the old lady's health deteriorated, he could only endure being scolded. He stood obediently in place, not daring to utter a sound, and secretly prayed that Yang Qingheng inside wouldn't be woken up by them.

However, things still didn't go as planned, and Yang Qingheng pushed open the door and came out.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

When Yao Ying heard the call, she almost thought she was hallucinating. She turned around in a daze and stared at Yang Qingheng for a moment.

She pinched her son's arm with her backhand and saw Song Hengjue gasp in pain, which startled her.

Yang Qingheng called her "Mom"?

Oh my god, Yang Qingheng called her mom!

He grinned and rushed over, reaching out to grab her arm. But then, remembering that he had just cooked, he instinctively pulled back, wiping his hands on his apron before reaching out again: "Qingheng, why are you here so late? You're dressed so lightly, aren't you cold? Come inside and warm up."

Her fawning demeanor was a stark contrast to her previous fierce and menacing appearance.

Song Hengjue watched his mother's face change faster than flipping through a book, his lips twitched, he rolled his eyes inwardly, and obediently followed the two women.

"Mom, what's this?" Yang Qingheng pointed to the ladle in Yao Ying's hand, puzzled.

This outfit is really strange, especially late at night.

Yao Ying gave a dry laugh. After all, she was in front of her daughter-in-law, and besides, her son hadn't even coaxed the woman back yet. She still had to save face for her son. She shook her head and didn't say that she had come out to beat her son.

"It's New Year's Eve, I'm cooking glutinous rice balls inside, and you're here too, so let's all eat together and have a happy reunion for the New Year."

Yang Qingheng nodded, and the group went inside together.

Fang Nan nearly jumped off the sofa when he saw who had walked in: "Yang... Yang Qingheng?!"

"Any objections?" Song Hengjue came out of the kitchen carrying glutinous rice balls and glanced at him sideways.

"No, no, Sister Yang, please have a seat." Fang Nan's lackey pulled out a chair for Yang Qingheng.

Turning her head, she saw Song Hengjue standing to the side with a smirk on his face and his tail practically wagging in the air. She rolled her eyes.

Oh, so smug now. This isn't the time when you were crying and begging him to be Yang Qingheng's mistress.

He thought Yang Qingheng was too soft-hearted and that he should give this capitalist a break first, so he wouldn't be so smug.

Fang Nan sneered inwardly and deliberately plopped down next to Yang Qingheng, taking up the first seat next to her.

Song Hengjue's expression changed, and he strode over to grab another one, only to find that Yao Ying was prepared and sat down on it before he arrived.

"Yang Qingheng." He gritted his teeth, grabbed Yang Qingheng's sleeve, and looked at her expectantly.

Yang Qingheng was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

"Qingheng, don't mind him. I cooked them with brown sugar water. They're delicious, and they have your favorite peanut filling. Have a couple more." Yao Ying glanced at her son and then affectionately took Yang Qingheng's hand.

Seeing that no one paid any attention to him, Song Hengjue reluctantly found a seat opposite Yang Qingheng.

Fang Nan almost burst out laughing when she saw him make a fool of himself. Holding the glutinous rice balls in her hand, she deliberately waved them in front of him: "Hey, Hengjue, this chair of yours is nice. It feels so comfortable sitting here today."

"Get lost! Take it or leave it!" That arrogant attitude made Song Hengjue furious.

It was almost three o'clock when the group finished eating the glutinous rice balls. Yang Qingheng was so sleepy that she could barely keep her eyes open. She followed Yao Ying to the guest room on the second floor.

"I cleaned this room a couple of days ago, so you can go to sleep first. The clothes are yours, and I had the housekeeper wash them too. You can wear them by the knuckles." Yao Ying carefully instructed, but when she turned around, she found her son carrying a blanket over.

Her bathrobe was slightly open, revealing her slightly flushed chest, and her hair was still damp with the steam from her shower, making her look like a seductive vixen.

Her expression changed, and she slapped him on the head: "You worthless brat, where do you think you're going to hide? Go back to your own room!"

Song Hengjue rubbed his head, looking bewildered: "If I don't sleep with Qingheng, who else am I supposed to sleep with? Mom, don't worry about your relationship. It's late at night, go back to sleep." He gently pushed Yao Ying towards her room.

Unexpectedly, Yao Ying slapped him on the head again, her face turning black with anger: "Couple my foot! It's not legitimate at all. With me here today, you won't be going into Qing Heng's room and humiliating her!"

She knew, of course, that her son and Qingheng were definitely not in a purely platonic relationship, but looking at her son, she always felt that he was morally corrupt, especially when she saw him carrying a blanket and rushing into Yang Qingheng's room like a vixen. Her heart clenched, and she felt guilty.

Tsk, his innocence is long gone, yet his mother is still keeping an eye on him. How old-fashioned.

Song Hengjue muttered to himself, reluctantly looking in the direction of Yang Qingheng's room, but in the end, Yao Ying still made him sleep in a room on the first floor.

After sitting for a long time, I glanced at the time—3:30—and furtively opened the door, clutching my pillow.

At this hour, his biological mother shouldn't still be outside.

Seeing that there was no one outside, Song Hengjue grinned and swaggered out the door, but before he had taken two steps, he was slapped on the head again.