Yang Qingheng realized that it was really creepy for her to be holding a kitchen knife in the middle of the night, so she smiled awkwardly and handed the knife to her: "Sister-in-law, Song Hengjue went out in the middle of the night, and he gave me this kitchen knife to give me courage."

The kitchen knife gleamed coldly in the moonlight. For some reason, Sister-in-law Sun was reminded of the scene when Yang Qingheng chopped Song Jianguo. Her face froze, and in a panic, she squatted down on the ground.

Yang Qingheng: ...

Their eyes met, both of them looking at each other with awkwardness in their eyes.

Yang Qingheng slapped her forehead and threw the knife away: "Sorry, sorry, I didn't think it through."

Sister-in-law Sun breathed a sigh of relief, pulled her inside, and slammed the courtyard gate shut.

"It's one thing for Hengjue to be away from home every few days, but now he's leaving you all alone in the middle of the night. It's really outrageous. I'll have your mother-in-law have a good talk with him another day. How can he do this?"

Yang Qingheng pursed her lips, feeling annoyed as well.

However, considering his anxious appearance, he ultimately didn't utter a curse.

As soon as she entered the main room, she saw Song coming out from inside. Yang Qingheng looked embarrassed, nodded, and walked towards the room that Sister-in-law Sun had arranged for her.

It is really impolite to disturb a couple's sleep in the middle of the night.

Worried that something might have really happened to Song Hengjue, Yang Qingheng was constantly uneasy. Then, recalling what her mother-in-law had said a few days ago that Song Hengjue had brought home a lot of money, she became even more anxious.

I don't know where that money came from, or whether it has anything to do with tonight's events.

After tossing and turning, I went to school early the next morning.

"So, did you see him when you went to Class Two?" Yang Qingheng gripped He Qinqin's sleeve tightly, staring intently into her eyes, her expression tense.

He Qinqin shook her head: "I didn't see it. I asked their class's discipline committee member, and he said that he didn't ask for leave today either."

Yang Qingheng was momentarily dazed, then felt a headache coming on.

That stupid dog doesn't even tell his family what he does.

As soon as she looked up, Yang Qingheng met He Qinqin's complicated gaze. She was taken aback and asked, somewhat confused, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Qingheng, I think you're beautiful and have a good personality. You could have any man you wanted. You shouldn't even think about Song Hengjue. If you mess with Li Jiaoyan's boyfriend, she won't let you off the hook." He Qinqin hesitated for a moment, then grabbed her hand and pleaded with her.

Yang Qingheng couldn't help but frown: "Who said Song Hengjue is Li Jiaoyan's boyfriend?"

“Everyone in the senior year knows that Li Jiaoyan said it herself, that they grew up together,” He Qinqin said. “Childhood sweethearts, how could that be wrong? And sometimes I even saw her bringing food to Song Hengjue.”

Yang Qingheng's face darkened instantly: "Don't listen to what people outside are saying. Song Hengjue is my husband. Otherwise, why would I ask him about his affairs?"

"Don't joke around. What couple doesn't talk to each other when they meet, acting like strangers?" He Qinqin burst out laughing.

Feeling somewhat helpless, she thought that Song Hengjue, apart from being tall and good-looking, had no other redeeming qualities. She had visited Class Two so many times and never heard him speak; he was like a mute. He seemed like an incredibly boring person, and anyone who married him would be doomed.

Yang Qingheng choked, feeling a strange pang of sadness in her heart.

He wasn't like this before.

"Alright, stop talking. When the class monitor calls roll, just say I went to the restroom." Yang Qingheng patted her shoulder and turned to run outside.

She noticed that Fang Nan and Song Hengjue were getting quite close; maybe he knew something.

However, before she could reach the entrance of Class 2, she ran into Song Hengjue, who was returning from outside, in the stairwell.

"Where have you been? Are you alright?" She strode up to him and grabbed his sleeve.

Song Hengjue shook his head: "It's nothing."

Not wanting to say another word, Yang Qingheng suddenly remembered He Qinqin's words earlier that the two of them didn't seem like a couple, and felt a little annoyed: "What do you mean it's nothing, nothing? You never tell your family anything, do you just treat us all like strangers?"

Song Hengjue pinched the bridge of his nose: "Yang Qingheng, I don't want to argue with you today."

He walked past her and left.

Yang Qingheng felt inexplicably irritated and so angry that she wanted to knock him on the head.

"Hey, how old are you and still crying? It's so embarrassing."

A mocking laugh reached her ears, and Yang Qingheng's eye twitched.

She couldn't help but roll her eyes at Cheng Kai: "Who's crying? I think you're not only violent, but also blind."

"Where did I go wrong?" Cheng Kai said, dissatisfied, looking at her clear eyes, which indeed showed no trace of tears.

Yang Qingheng ignored him and turned to leave, but then suddenly remembered something and turned back: "Hey, how much would it cost to hire you to beat someone up?"

"Tch, do you look like you're short of money?" Cheng Kai scoffed.

Yang Qingheng thought about it and realized it made sense, so she immediately lost interest and waved her hand.

Seeing that she was about to leave, Cheng Kai had a sudden thought and blurted out, "That depends on how much money you're willing to give."

Yang Qingheng paused, turned around, and asked, "Sixty yuan, want to do it?"

Cheng Kai straightened up: "What are you doing?"

Yang Qingheng leaned closer and whispered something in her ear.

Cheng Kai was shocked: "You look so good, how can you be so malicious?"

"Take it or leave it." Yang Qingheng stuffed sixty yuan into his arms, too lazy to say anything more.

Watching her retreating figure, Cheng Kai couldn't help but curl his lips into a smile.

"Big brother, what's making you so happy?" Xu Linsen came up from downstairs and couldn't help but shiver when he saw the strange smile on Cheng Kai's lips.

His older brother seems to have gone mad.

Cheng Kai didn't argue with him: "Call everyone, and come with me to teach this guy a lesson later."

Yang Cheng slowly walked out of the school, counting a few bills in his hand.

He felt terrible. He wished he could get Yang Qingheng's money. He didn't know what had gotten into that woman lately. She wouldn't give him a single penny. Even his parents couldn't get the money when they went in person.

I need to have a serious talk with his parents when I get back. That woman, Yang Qingheng, has gone too far lately; they must not have disciplined her for too long.

As he passed through a small alley, everything went black before his eyes. Yang Cheng was startled and screamed loudly.

Cheng Kai chuckled and swung the stick, smashing it hard on his back.

Yang Cheng was spoiled by his family and was lazy. He was no match for this group of thugs. They beat him so badly that he dared not fight back and begged for mercy in a pitiful manner.

"Gentlemen, please have mercy! We'll take whatever you want... Ouch!"

"Help!"

...

Cheng Kai stared at the man on the ground, who was covered in a sack and beaten to the point of near death. He spat out the cigarette from his mouth and kicked him hard, saying, "You better keep your head down from now on. If you mess with the wrong person, I'll beat you up again next time."

He waved to his brothers and walked outside arrogantly.

Only when he heard that there was no sound outside did Yang Cheng dare to break down and cry out. It took him a long time to calm down before he shakily pulled off the bag on his head.

I just can't figure out who hired these people.

He thought of everyone, but couldn't think of Yang Qingheng, since his submissive sister never dared to say no to him.