An hour later, Yang Qingheng rubbed her hair, her headache worsening: "You mean, Xu Changchang is Xu Lan's child with her own brother? And all of this is her way of getting revenge on you?"

What is all this about?

Seeing that Song Hengjue was about to speak, she held out a hand: "Don't speak yet, let me sort this out."

In other words, Xu Lan was with her older brother, and then her brother was working with Song Hengjue on the black market. When they were trying to escape from the Industry and Commerce Bureau, her brother accidentally fell and died while trying to distract people...

Although it was an accident, based on her understanding of Song Hengjue, she probably wouldn't feel good about it.

Xu Lan probably understood this psychology, which is why she has been relentlessly attacking and retaliating against him. She had never shown up before, but now that Song Hengjue is getting married, how can she feel at peace? After all, in her heart, Song Hengjue is an indirect perpetrator, and how can a perpetrator be happy?

Song Hengjue stood to the side with his eyes lowered, his whole body shrouded in sadness and guilt.

Yang Qingheng knew he couldn't get over it. Watching his former friend die in front of him would leave a shadow on anyone.

Given his personality, as long as Xu Lan doesn't commit murder or arson in his life, he will never be truly ruthless.

Yang Qingheng could understand him and felt sorry for him, but she couldn't accept it: "What happened to Xu Lan was just an accident. You can't keep getting stuck on this. You've done enough for Xu Lan over the years. Are you going to let her keep making a mess of your life? Listen to me, take the child to the police station."

When Xu Changchang was brought over, her nails were neatly trimmed, and her clothes were clean and pretty. If Xu Lan really didn't care about the child, she wouldn't be so attentive, and she wouldn't have let the child stay in the police station for so long.

I'll definitely take her back within three days. If I leave her at their house, who knows? She might stay for two or three years, and I'll have to be careful that she doesn't do anything rash and cause them trouble again.

"Let me think about it some more..." Song Hengjue looked towards the master bedroom, lowered his eyes, as if he was considering it.

Yang Qingheng noticed his hesitation at a glance, and her brow twitched.

Xu Lan had long anticipated that Song Hengjue would soften his heart. The feeling of being manipulated surged up again. Yang Qingheng was upset and immediately said, "Think about it carefully. If you can't bring yourself to do it, then we won't get married for now. We'll postpone the wedding. We'll get married when you've resolved this."

She's not that crazy. If she had to raise someone else's child after marriage and also face a woman who might suddenly cause trouble at any time, she'd rather not get married.

"I'm sorry, I'll try my best to handle it, please don't be angry." Song Hengjue's heart suddenly stopped for a second, but he dared not make any promises.

Any promises made before the issue is resolved are just empty words.

Yang Qingheng is right. If he can't even guarantee her a comfortable life, then why should she accompany him into a miserable marriage?

Yang Qingheng got angry at his hesitation, flung her sleeves, and went to the study to deal with the documents.

Let whoever wants to meddle in this mess do it.

"Mr. Song, what about Xu Changchang?" the aunt asked respectfully, though she was actually full of contempt.

The mistress from outside has even come to our house. I never expected that Mr. Song, who seems like a good person, is actually so ruthless.

He tricked Ms. Yang into marriage, when in fact he had an illegitimate daughter who was already five or six years old.

At first, she suspected that Xu Lan was some wicked woman who had hooked up with Mr. Song, but today, seeing Song Hengjue's attitude towards the child, she no longer has any doubts. If she's not an illegitimate child, then she'll change her name!

"Send it to my mother's place, and arrange for a doctor to go there and accompany her the whole time." Song Hengjue looked at Yang Qingheng's closed study door, his eyes dim, and after pacing a few steps, he didn't dare to go in.

Forget about him apologizing now, she could blow him up even if he just showed up in front of her.

Yang Qingheng began to suspect that she and Song Hengjue were incompatible, as troubles kept coming their way day after day.

She didn't have so many worries before she got together with him.

The more she thought about it, the more upset she became. A task that she could usually finish in two hours took her a whole day to complete. Looking at the darkening sky outside, she felt a strange unease.

Why didn't the housekeeper come to call her for dinner?

The next second, a knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. Turning her head, she saw Song Hengjue, and her expression immediately turned sour: "What is it?"

Song Hengjue cautiously glanced at her expression, then pushed the food cart in: "Work is never-ending. I made some food, why don't you eat something first? Don't let yourself get hungry."

"Who am I working so hard for?" It's all because he pretended to have amnesia, leaving her no time to handle her own company's affairs and forcing her to work overtime every weekend. Yang Qingheng's gaze towards him became even more unfriendly. "If I want to eat, my aunt will cook for me. Do I need you to fawn over me?"

Song Hengjue was sweating profusely from her two consecutive questions, and he didn't know what to do with his hands and feet.

Yang Qingheng ignored him and walked past him to the outside.

The dining table, which should have been full and steaming hot, was now empty, and I couldn't find the housekeeper who usually cooks.

"Auntie had something to do at home and went back," Song Hengjue poked his head out of the room and coughed lightly. "She's getting old, and we can't expect her to work every day. She needs to take some time off. You've said before that we should balance work and rest, haven't you?"

If his aunt were here, she'd give him a good scolding. Who's old? She's very young. She could cook ten meals, let alone one.

If she had known that Song Hengjue had given her the day off to spread rumors about her, she would have refused to leave at noon noon no matter what. This damn scumbag wouldn't be able to ruin her good image in front of Qingheng.

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