"Song Hengjue, do you know what you look like right now?" Yang Qingheng almost laughed out loud, and whispered in his ear.

"Like what?"

Yang Qingheng said, "Like someone selling vinegar on the street."

Song Hengjue: ...

The man turned his head away, leaving her only with an angry back of his head.

"You stingy guy." Yang Qingheng reached out and pinched his slender fingers, but no matter how she teased him, the man wouldn't turn around, like a pufferfish holding its breath.

Helpless, she kissed him on the cheek, her soft lips brushing against the bluish-purple veins on the side of his neck, as if coaxing a child: "Don't be angry anymore, I'll talk to him less in the future, okay? Pay attention to me."

Song Hengjue hadn't heard Yang Qingheng's voice so softly in a long time, and goosebumps rose on his arms immediately. He almost couldn't resist turning around to hug her, but he managed to hold back.

With a combined age of over fifty across two lifetimes, why is my mind getting smaller and smaller?

Yang Qingheng reached out and started the car.

Is this woman really not going to comfort him anymore?

Song Hengjue didn't hear the woman's voice for a long time, and when he realized that the person next to him had already started the car, his expression cracked.

He coaxed her for so many years in his past life, and she can't even coax him once? Is she really that impatient?

Song Hengjue felt wronged and regretful. He should have known that he would have given in when she coaxed him earlier. Now, the atmosphere was strangely awkward.

If he tries to reconcile with her himself, he'll lose face. But if he doesn't, what if Yang Qingheng really ignores him?

Yang Qingheng had no idea that the person next to her had gone through a lot of mental blocks along the way. She slowly stopped the car and turned around: "Get out of the car."

They even made him get off the bus?!

Why is she so angry today?

Hearing her emotionless voice, Song Hengjue felt both angry and annoyed, and got out of the car.

Even if we don't take him, he's got legs, he can walk back on his own.

Then Yang Qingheng pushed open the door and got out of the car, only to see that the man had already walked more than ten meters along the road. She was puzzled and asked, "Song Hengjue, where are you going?"

"Go home!" Song Hengjue snapped, he had his pride too.

Arguing is one thing, but kicking him out is another!

Yang Qingheng was completely confused: "Didn't I say I'd buy you clothes? How am I supposed to help you pick them out now that you're gone?"

"Buy...buy clothes?" Song Hengjue's angry expression froze on his face, and he was so embarrassed that his whole body stiffened. He slunk over and ran over, saying, "I thought you were trying to get rid of me."

Yang Qingheng said disdainfully, "Stop judging others by your own standards. Only you would do something so childish."

Song Hengjue felt embarrassed and muttered to himself, but he didn't dare to talk back and followed closely behind her.

After picking out the clothes, he had long forgotten about what had just happened and happily got into the car with the bags of clothes.

Just as Yang Qingheng was about to open the car door, she heard a familiar yet unfamiliar voice: "Sister Yang."

"Zhao Yan?" Yang Qingheng was surprised. The person in front of her was actually the girl she had met once at the auction.

“I was thinking of going to your company yesterday to thank you, but the receptionist said you weren’t there for the past two days. I didn’t expect to run into you here now, what a coincidence,” Zhao Yan said excitedly, grabbing her hand with a big smile and bright, clear eyes. “If it weren’t for you helping me that day, I really wouldn’t know what to do.”

She only found out later that Pan Zhen had a relative who was a high-ranking official. Ever since he was arrested, people had been coming to her door every day to threaten her and force her to admit that she had framed Pan Zhen in order to extort money. If it weren't for Yang Qingheng protecting her, she would have suffered a lot of injustice.

Yang Qingheng shook her head: "It was nothing, you don't need to take it to heart. Besides, I already have some grudges against their family. Even without this incident, I would have taught them a lesson."

"Sister, you're so kind." Zhao Yan's heart trembled slightly.

Yang Qingheng was surprised to see a hint of dependence in her eyes, like that of a fledgling bird. She paused, her heart softening involuntarily. Her voice, which had been distant at first, was now completely different: "You're making me feel a little embarrassed. By the way, are you here to shop?"

“No, I work inside, and I’m going home for lunch now,” Zhao Yan shook her head.

Ever since she offended Pan Zhen, the auction house wouldn't let her continue working there, so she came here as a sales clerk thanks to a relative's introduction.

Yang Qingheng roughly guessed why, but it was no longer her business. She politely asked where she lived, and to her surprise, it turned out to be in the same direction as theirs, so she simply let her get in the car.

When Zhao Yan got into the car, Song Hengjue, who was usually very talkative, seemed to be sealed away. He didn't say a word the whole way, and even after Zhao Yan left, he still had a furrowed brow and looked unhappy.

Yang Qingheng followed him into the kitchen, reached out and wrapped her arms around his lean and strong waist from behind, pressing her face against his back: "What's wrong with you lately? Your emotions are so volatile, you can't seem to settle down."

These are all small things, but they easily agitate him. He gets angry, sullen, and sometimes sad. Once or twice, she could understand that he was in a bad mood, but after one after another for many days, she felt that something was wrong.

Song Hengjue stiffened, hesitated, then turned around and stared at her intently: "I'm going back to Hai Province. I might be in a bad mood."

Yang Qingheng didn't say anything, but kissed his chin.

He is lying.

She didn't pressure him, but she couldn't help but think of the medicine she found in Song Hengjue's room last time. She told him to give her time, but he still wouldn't say what kind of medicine it was.

Yang Qingheng felt uneasy.

Song Hengjue was leaving early the next morning, and Yang Qingheng went to the train station to see him off.

"Don't bother seeing me off, there are so many people inside, don't let them crowd you." Song Hengjue carried the luggage and patted her soft hair.

"Take good care of yourself when you get back, and be careful on the road." Yang Qingheng nodded and watched him walk into the station.

The train started moving in less than five minutes.

They had been inseparable for the past few days, and the sudden separation left Yang Qingheng feeling empty and inexplicably sad.

"Go back to the company?" Fang Nan wasn't sad at all. If it weren't for the money, he would have set off a bunch of firecrackers if Song Hengjue had left.

There's nothing more exciting than having your boss go on a business trip.

It would be best if Song Hengjue stayed there for a few months.