A voice came from outside the crowd. Zhou Shuwen walked in slowly with gifts in hand, followed by Tang Bainian.

Li Jiaoyan's face immediately turned deathly pale.

Looking at this scene, Yang Qingheng immediately understood that not only had Li Jiaoyan stolen her credit, but she had also been stabbed in the back with her credit.

I knew she was shameless, but I never imagined she was this shameless!

"Young comrade, I'm so sorry. It's all my fault for not coming in person. Otherwise, this big misunderstanding wouldn't have happened, and you wouldn't have had to suffer like this." Zhou Shuwen held Yang Qingheng's hand tightly, feeling extremely guilty.

Sister-in-law Sun was overjoyed. So it was Yang Qingheng who saved the factory director! Then Tang Bainian must be Yang Qingheng's...wait, no!

She secretly glanced at Song Hengjue's dark face, then suddenly revealed a look of anticipation.

"Stop!" Seeing Li Jiaoyan turn pale and about to run away, Tang Bainian stopped her. "You think you can get away by taking credit for someone else's work!"

Li Jiaoyan said matter-of-factly, "I helped someone else that day too. Who knew it wasn't you? What does it have to do with me that you mistook someone else for someone else?"

Tang Bainian coldly said, "Then why didn't you say no when I asked you if the person you saved was a middle-aged woman with a bag? Why did you make excuses and say you only wanted to see me when my aunt wanted to see you?"

Li Jiaoyan's face was deathly pale.

The crowd gasped in disbelief.

"What else could it be? Because she did it on purpose."

"So it was Yang Qingheng who saved the factory manager. Li Jiaoyan is too shameless. She actually secretly took his place. I thought she was kind and gentle before!"

"Not only that, she even turned around and said that Yang Qingheng stole her blind date. What a joke!"

"Luckily, they came in person today, otherwise Yang Qingheng would have been wronged for who knows how long. Tsk tsk, it seems the village chief's family upbringing isn't very good either."

...

Li Jiaoyan was speechless and unable to defend herself.

The village chief was furious, his face turning black. His daughter had ruined the image he had painstakingly cultivated over the years. How could he give orders and command respect in Songjia Village in the future?

"Hurry up and apologize to her!" He glared at Li Jiaoyan beside him.

Li Jiaoyan bit her lower lip in embarrassment, and squeezed out a few words through her teeth while crying: "I'm sorry."

As he was about to run away, Tang Bainian said coldly, "Don't forget the gifts I sent to your house before."

These words were like a slap in the face to the village chief, whose face turned red: "Brother Bainian, don't worry, I will return those gifts to you in cash and banknotes intact."

His heart ached even more. The things Tang Bainian brought that day were all valuable, which he had already given to the deputy mayor. Now that Tang Bainian wanted to go back, wouldn't he have to pay a lot of money out of his own pocket?

That rebellious daughter!

"Young comrade, may I come to your house for a while?" Zhou Shuwen asked Yang Qingheng warmly, taking her hand.

She understood just from her nephew's attitude towards Li Jiaoyan; his distraught state that day probably wasn't because of Li Jiaoyan. When she saw the way her nephew looked at Yang Qingheng, Zhou Shuwen almost burst out laughing.

Wow, as his aunt, she can tell whether he's going to poop or pee the next second just by sticking his butt out.

This girl is exactly what she wants; she's determined to have this niece-in-law today!

Yang Qingheng glanced awkwardly in the direction of the granary, and Sister-in-law Sun quickly said, "Qingheng, you have guests, so go back and entertain them first. I'll have my husband help you carry the grain back later."

"Thank you very much, sister-in-law," Yang Qingheng said.

"We're like family, you're too kind," Sister-in-law Sun waved her hand.

Yang Qingheng then led them home.

"There's nothing fancy at home, so this is some flower tea I brewed. I hope you don't mind." She went to the kitchen herself and brewed a pot of tea, using the same tea set she had bought on the black market last time.

There are only three water glasses at home, and we can't just use a bowl to make do. Zhou Shuwen seems to be a particular person, and it would be so awkward if we did.

"I don't mind at all," Zhou Shuwen quickly replied, looking at Yang Qingheng with such fondness as if she were her own daughter.

She had always wanted a daughter, but her first child turned out to be a son. She wanted to have another one, but her body wouldn't allow it. During holidays, she could only look on with envy at other people's little girls and secretly hug them when their parents weren't looking. Now, if Yang Qingheng could marry her nephew, she would have half a daughter!

Zhou Shuwen thought it was just an ordinary cup of flower tea, but after taking a sip, she was surprised: "The flower tea you made is really delicious."

It leaves a lingering fragrance on the lips and teeth, with a long-lasting yet not overpowering aftertaste, much better than those that cost tens of yuan per kilogram on the market.

“I have plenty more here. If you like, I’ll pack some for you to take back later,” Yang Qingheng said generously.

Zhou Shuwen liked her comfortable demeanor and nodded in agreement.

Glancing at her nephew beside her, she couldn't help but cough lightly: "Qingheng, what do you think of my nephew?"

Yang Qingheng was taken aback, but Tang Bainian was startled: "Aunt, you're playing matchmaker! Comrade Yang Qingheng is already married."

"Huh? You got married, but yesterday your brother said..." Zhou Shuwen pointed at Song Hengjue, a sudden thought flashed through her mind, and she was immediately struck dumb.

What a stupid thing she did yesterday!

Yang Qingheng also understood why Song Hengjue kept saying those inexplicable things in the hospital room that day. It turned out that he thought she was the one who went on a blind date with Zhou Shuwen's nephew!

Yang Qingheng couldn't help but chuckle. She glanced teasingly at Song Hengjue, who was standing awkwardly to the side, before apologizing to Zhou Shuwen: "Aunt Zhou, I'm so sorry, I didn't have time to introduce you yesterday."

Zhou Shuwen slapped her forehead: "It's my fault for having preconceived notions."

Previously, Yao Ying said that the comrade who saved her was unmarried, the village chief's adopted niece, and had only one older brother, so she naturally assumed it was Song Hengjue.

But she still felt inexplicably disappointed. She thought she had found a suitable niece-in-law, but it turned out to be someone else's wife. Now she didn't find Song Hengjue as pleasing as she had a few days ago.

Song Hengjue didn't say a word from beginning to end, because he had been staring intently at Tang Bainian ever since he entered the room.

Just two days ago he swore he would never get close to Yang Qingheng, and today he's already barging into her room? How come he never noticed he was this kind of person before?

Why does he have to fall for his brother's wife when there are so many other women out there? Why call him Tang Bainian? He should be called Cao Mengde instead!

Tang Bainian felt like he had needles growing in his buttocks, making him restless. Every time he met Song Hengjue's gaze, he felt as if he had been slapped on the face, and it burned with pain.

If he had known that Zhou Shuwen was actually looking for Yang Qingheng today, he would never have come, even if you killed him!

Zhou Shuwen stayed until the afternoon before leaving with Tang Bainian. Just as they reached the village entrance, they saw Yao Ying returning from outside.

"Director Zhou, what brings you here? Are you here to see Jiaoyan?"