"Where did this come from?" Yang Qingheng pretended not to hear and slammed the sachet on the table, startling the aunt next to her, who quickly cleared away the dishes and went back to the kitchen.

Song Hengjue breathed a sigh of relief when Yang Qingheng didn't say what he expected. He looked at the sachet on the table and asked, "When Changchang turned one year old, we had a meal with Erniu and Fangnan. Xu Lan gave one to everyone. Is there... a problem?"

When Yang Qingheng asked that question, he had a vague sense of foreboding.

"See for yourself." Yang Qingheng threw the test results that the hospital had sent over that morning onto the table.

Song Hengjue's face turned ashen.

"What do you plan to do?" Yang Qingheng crossed her arms. She looked calm, but she was actually in a bad mood and even wanted to slap Xu Lan on the spot.

She thought Xu Lan hated Song Hengjue, but at least she had some rationality in her feelings. She never expected her to be completely insane.

It's likely that Song Hengjue's depression was also caused by that woman's meddling.

The moment Yang Qingheng received the test results, she couldn't remember the last time she had been this angry. She wasn't even a tenth as angry as she was when she divorced Song Hengjue.

How dare she take someone's life!

She had originally planned to call the police, but Song Hengjue was involved, and she didn't want to create a rift between them because of this, so she wanted to see Song Hengjue's attitude.

However, to her disappointment, Song Hengjue was initially angry and shocked, but quickly calmed down: "How many people still know this?"

"What, do you mean you're going to protect her?" Yang Qingheng's clear black and white eyes stared straight at him, as if she could see right through his heart.

That fleeting coldness made Song Hengjue panic, his fingertips gripping the test results turning white with tension: "Changchang can't live without her mother."

"Then what about my child? Should my child die?" The colder Yang Qingheng's heart became, the calmer her words became, each word spoken slowly and deliberately, completely unlike her usual self.

Song Hengjue's mind went blank for a moment, and his whole body stiffened: "Wh...what child?"

Whether it was due to hormones or not, Yang Qingheng felt a nameless fire burning in her heart. She found everything about him disagreeable, and her pent-up dissatisfaction exploded in an instant: "Song Hengjue, do you know what's most annoying about you? You're always indecisive, hesitant, and dawdling. I'm so fed up with you!"

"Xu Lan has a knife to your throat and you're still protecting her? When will you regret it when she puts a knife to my throat? Those stupid shareholders have been doing evil for so long, and you're still clinging to that bullshit sentiment. Do you only realize your regret when they bankrupt the company? What does all this have to do with me? Why do they all have to mess with me?"

Yang Qingheng was also exhausted by their marriage.

If Song Hengjue had been more ruthless when she divorced him, would all these troubles have been avoided?

If he hadn't insisted on coming to the capital to find her, she should be comfortably maintaining a loveless marriage of convenience with Tang Bainian right now. Everything would be going according to her plan. After get off work, she should be comfortably lying at home reading the newspaper and going to the beauty salon, instead of getting so worked up over a complete stranger.

Everything was a mess, she was going crazy, no, she had already gone crazy.

Nothing was as damaging as those last two sentences; the color drained from Song Hengjue's face.

She finally brought it up; she couldn't help but bring it up after holding it in for so long.

In the past few hours, he had prepared a million reasons to keep her, but at this moment, he felt as if he had been choked, his mind went blank, and only a few words could be squeezed out of his throat: "So you regret being with me, is that it?"

He didn't even dare to look her in the eye, didn't dare to give her a chance to speak. The answer she gave him was definitely not what he wanted to hear. Her hoarse voice seemed to come from a broken bellows: "I think we should calm down."

"Are you avoiding me again?" Yang Qingheng saw through his usual behavior, stared intently into his evasive eyes, and nodded. "Okay, I understand."

"Sir, would you like some fruit for dessert?" The aunt looked at Yang Qingheng's retreating figure with concern; she had never seen Miss Yang so angry before.

Song Hengjue blinked, suppressing the stinging in his eyes, and tried to look as natural as possible: "I'll send it up to her later. I'll ask two nutritionists to come back later, so you have to pay attention to your diet then."

"Miss Yang is suffering during her pregnancy, so it's understandable that she's upset. Sir, please be more patient. Couples often quarrel in bed but make up quickly. Don't let a few words ruin your relationship." The aunt didn't want to talk to this scumbag, but thinking that Yang Qingheng still liked him, she could only suppress her annoyance and say a few more words of advice.

She will never be with her again.

Song Hengjue's lips twitched down, and his back as he returned to his room resembled a wandering ghost.

"Oh dear, why is there no one here in the middle of the day? What kind of wife acts like this?" Gao Xiao'e said sarcastically as soon as she entered the room and saw no one.

"You think everyone's like you, doing nothing all day?" The aunt rolled her eyes, too lazy to pay her any attention.

These two have probably been taught a harsh lesson by Song Hengjue recently, and they've finally behaved themselves a bit and stopped causing trouble, but they still don't know how to keep their mouths shut.

"What right do you, a mere servant, have to interrupt?" Gao Xiao'e shrieked.

If it weren't for her conspiring with that wretched girl Yang Qingheng to give her plain porridge every day, why would she go out for breakfast so early in the morning?

She came to Hai Province to eat delicacies from the mountains and seas, not this rubbish!

"The servants in this house eat the same food as the masters," the aunt retorted, successfully turning Gao Xiao'e's face pale with anger.

After taking a nap, Yang Qingheng's irritability subsided considerably, but what followed was a strange sense of self-loathing and self-blame. She tossed and turned, finally gazing blankly at the sky outside the window.

She didn't even know why she had said those things; there could have been a more appropriate and gentler approach.

Cutting off a relationship as soon as it encounters obstacles is clearly the most emotional choice.

"Qingheng, the grapes are especially sweet today. My husband asked me to bring them up for you." The aunt knocked on the door tentatively.

"No... never mind, bring it in." Yang Qingheng sighed and sat up straight.

Seeing that she had eaten two and then seemed lost in thought, the aunt stopped peeling the peels and asked, "Qingheng, do you want more?"

"Have I been feeling a bit off lately?" Yang Qingheng asked instead of answering.