Xu Lan slapped him across the face: "You still dare to mention him? Do you even deserve to mention him? If it weren't for Song Hengjue, he wouldn't have died. You're helping that murderer, you're a traitor! My brother has spoiled you for nothing."

“My brother is gone, how can I not be sad? How can Song Hengjue feel any better?” Li Jia looked directly into her eyes, looking very melancholy. “You are in pain, so you cowardly transfer all your pain onto Song Hengjue. But how could you not know that your cousin’s death has nothing to do with him? He has been tolerant of you and taken care of Changchang all these years. He has already done more than enough. He is not doing this out of guilt. He truly still cherishes the feelings he had for his cousin.”

"How can it be unrelated? If he hadn't been involved in some kind of collaboration with my brother, this accident wouldn't have happened." Xu Lan was hysterical.

All the good things were within reach, but because of him, they were all ruined. He deserves to die a thousand deaths; he deserves to be torn to pieces.

"So this is what my cousin wanted to see?" Li Jia looked at her calmly, his eyes expressionless.

Xu Lan seemed to have all her energy suddenly drained away, and stared blankly at him.

Li Jia sighed, put her arm around her shoulder with heartache, and patted her back reassuringly: "Cousin, take care. I will take good care of Changchang, don't worry."

"Want some apple? Have another piece?" Song Hengjue sat in a chair at the police station, holding a small bowl of apple slices and bringing it to Yang Qingheng's lips, looking at her expectantly.

Several policemen looked at the table almost full of fruit and snacks and the doctor at the door, hesitated, and finally looked away, preferring not to see it.

Anyone who didn't know better would think Yang Qingheng was carrying a piece of tofu.

Yang Qingheng blushed with embarrassment and glared at him, saying, "That's enough. Make those people leave right now. Aren't you ashamed?"

He himself is shameless, but she still wants to save face for him.

"Is safety more important or face?" Song Hengjue muttered, pretending not to hear. After hesitating for a long time, he suggested again, "How about we don't have the baby? I think the two of us are fine."

"What did you say? Are you out of your mind?" Yang Qingheng was incredulous. The child came unexpectedly, but it was perfectly healthy. Why would she want to abort it?

The more he thought about it, the deeper his brow furrowed: "Tell me honestly, do you not like children?"

Seeing that she seemed very angry, Song Hengjue stammered and dared not tell the truth.

He almost slapped himself. If he had known that thing was unreliable, he should have worn two more.

The doctor couldn't stand it anymore and chimed in, "Mr. Song has been asking me every day lately if he will die during childbirth. I say the chances are slim, but he insists on looking at the data." He asks hundreds of times a day, and then doesn't believe me, as if I were a quack doctor who's harming people.

If it weren't for the generous payment, he would have smashed Song Hengjue's head in.

He had seen prenatal anxiety before, but he had never seen a man so anxious about prenatal pregnancy, to the point that his memory seemed to be failing him.

He glanced at Yang Qingheng's belly subconsciously, then looked away.

I've heard that if the father has intellectual disabilities, the child is unlikely to be very bright either.

Yang Qingheng hadn't expected this reason. Looking at Song Hengjue's face, which had become so thin in just a few days, she felt complicated. Finally, she said, "But I like him very much, and I want to bring him into this world."

All of Song Hengjue's attempts to dissuade him were swallowed back at this moment, replaced by a strange unhappiness.

It's just a fist-sized thing, what's the point of talking about liking or disliking it? Does it even know what liking is?

Upon seeing Li Jia emerge from inside, Yang Qingheng stood up. Song Hengjue, with a cold expression, instinctively blocked her path.

Li Jia noticed Song Hengjue's wariness, his face flushed, and he dared not approach any further. He bowed deeply to Yang Qingheng from a distance, saying, "I'm sorry that I caused trouble for Miss Yang back then."

"Okay, go back and treat Changchang well. I'll keep an eye on things." Yang Qingheng didn't say she forgave him. She had suffered a lot back then, and she couldn't forgive him because it would be too hypocritical and unfair to her past self.

She simply stopped caring, so she didn't hate him. If it weren't for Xu Changchang, she probably would never have remembered him in her entire life.

"Don't worry, Miss Yang, I consider Changchang my own daughter and will definitely raise her well." Li Jia made an urgent promise, his eyes so sincere that no one could doubt him at all.

"Changchang can tell us anything about her life," Yang Qingheng said, noticing Song Hengjue standing silently to the side.

Even if Xu Lan did something wrong, that's a grudge between their generation. She's not petty enough to hold a grudge against a child who's only a few years old.

Besides, Xu Changchang's biological father is a good friend of Song Hengjue, so there is some affection between them, and he feels at ease having his father look after her.

Upon hearing this, Song Hengjue's worry indeed dissipated considerably.

Li Jia bowed deeply: "On behalf of Changchang, I thank Miss Yang and Mr. Song."

As soon as they left the police station, Xu Changchang broke free from the woman's hand and strode towards Yang Qingheng, calling out, "Aunt Yang!"

"Stop making such a fuss, behave yourself." Song Hengjue was startled and used his hand to shield Yang Qingheng's face, protecting her behind him.

Xu Changchang's face was squeezed into a ball by his big hand. She took a step back, put her hands on her hips, and glared at him angrily: "What does it have to do with you if I talk to Aunt Yang? You're so annoying."

Don't think she doesn't know; it was he who asked the cook to send her away. He just doesn't like her and won't let her get close to Aunt Yang!

"Changchang, don't be rude," a woman ran up, grabbed Xu Changchang's arm, and looked at the two of them awkwardly, "Changchang was too excited to see you, I'm sorry."

Touching Yang Qingheng's slightly protruding belly, he felt even more guilty and gripped Xu Changchang's hand even tighter.

Yang Qingheng looked at the unfamiliar woman in front of her, a look of doubt flashing in her eyes. Before she could ask anything, Li Jia stepped forward and explained, "This is my wife, Mo Guiying."

Mo Guiying gave Yang Qingheng a friendly smile: "Hello, Miss Yang. I often hear Changchang mention you."

"Hello." Yang Qingheng smiled and patted Xu Changchang's head. Not wanting to say much, she chatted with them for a few words and then got into the car.

I was a little worried at first, but that stopped after I saw Mo Guiying.

She seems like a kind person, and her feelings for Xu Changchang are undeniable. I believe that even if they have their own child in the future, Xu Changchang won't have a bad life.

As for other matters, they are not something an outsider like her should concern herself with.

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"Song Hengjue, are you annoying me? I'm not answering your calls again." Yang Qingheng answered the phone for what felt like the umpteenth time, and hearing that familiar voice on the other end wore away all her good temper.

Yang Qingheng was always aloof and serious at the company, rarely showing her emotions. This statement was particularly striking. The people below exchanged glances and almost burst out laughing, suddenly realizing that their boss wasn't so cold-hearted after all.

It's unbelievable that the big boss of Boxiang is so clingy behind people's backs.

In just two hours of the meeting, four or five phone calls came in, as if Yang Qingheng could vanish into thin air the moment she was no longer around.