Yang Qingheng shrugged and slapped his hand away, glaring at him angrily: "I haven't settled accounts with you for abandoning me last night, so don't try to get close to me."

Song Hengjue: ...

Yang Qingheng rolled her eyes at him and went into the main room on her own.

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"I've helped you so much, it's okay for you to treat me to a meal, right?" Cheng Kai pulled out a chair and sat down next to Yang Qingheng.

Yang Qingheng glanced at him and said matter-of-factly, "Didn't I pay you for helping me? Go away, don't block my light." She waved her hand and stared straight at the exam paper.

After several weeks of intensive study, she managed to pick up some knowledge again. Although she couldn't reach her previous level, she could at least rank in the middle of the class.

Cheng Kai clicked his tongue: "I've done all the petty theft for you, and you're not even willing to give me this little bit of benefit."

"Tell me how it's going." Yang Qingheng was so annoyed by him that she suddenly lost her train of thought, put down her pen, and simply stopped writing.

Cheng Kai chuckled: "You don't trust me to handle things? I've been spraying chicken blood on their house every day for the past few days. I heard they've hired several sorcerers to exorcise the evil spirits... Oh right, did you ask someone else for help?"

"Why do you ask that?" Yang Qingheng looked up in surprise.

Cheng Kai scratched the back of his head: "Tsk, those father and son must have offended someone, they were beaten so badly, they've been bedridden for days, and they're still groaning in the middle of the night. It's not convenient for me to spit out my chicken blood."

Moreover, the places they targeted were all rather shady, and the person who did it seemed quite cautious.

Yang Qingheng's mind went blank for a moment. After thinking it over, she couldn't think of anyone else besides Song Hengjue who would do such a thing.

"Hey, Yang Qingheng, what deep-seated grudge do you have against their family that they dug up your ancestral graves?" Cheng Kai asked curiously as he approached.

After beating the younger ones, they still tried to scare the older ones; that's pretty wicked.

Yang Qingheng hesitated, then asked, "Do you also do the business of digging up ancestral graves?"

Cheng Kai shuddered: "You'll be punished by heaven. Don't even think about it anymore. I won't do it for any amount of money."

That's incredibly underhanded!

He used to think he was already bad enough, but he never expected there was always someone worse.

Yang Qingheng rolled her eyes at him. She was just saying it casually, but he took it seriously.

She put the letter she had just written into her pocket and stood up.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"It's none of your business." Yang Qingheng waved her hand and arrived outside Song Hengjue's classroom in a few minutes.

It was lunchtime, and there was no one else in the classroom except for him and Fang Nan. Yang Qingheng didn't stand on ceremony and walked right in.

Without further ado, let's get straight to the point: "Song Hengjue, did you hit him?"

"Who is this person? They seem quite relaxed here." Song Hengjue looked up and glanced at her indifferently.

Could it be that her parents really offended someone else?

Yang Qingheng was skeptical.

Fang Nan, standing next to him, couldn't help but roll his eyes. What's with the act? It wasn't him who went crazy with a stick in the middle of the night a couple of days ago, was it?

"Comrade Yang, have you eaten yet? Would you like to join us?" He was intentionally trying to help his brother out.

Ever since he learned that Yang Qingheng had married Song Hengjue, he had less desire to pray that she would go blind. One should not covet one's brother's wife. Although he had no chance, being his sister-in-law was not bad either. It would be a lot of face to talk about it.

Song Hengjue paused, his hand holding the pen still.

Yang Qingheng readily agreed: "Sure, let's go."

There were hardly any people left in the cafeteria at this time, and the group hardly had to queue when they went to get their food.

Fang Nan was starving and didn't care about his image. As soon as he got the food, he couldn't help but stuff a bite into his mouth. His eyes lit up and he said, "The cold potato salad is delicious today. Sister-in-law, you should get one too."

Song Hengjue subconsciously added, "She doesn't like sour potatoes."

Fang Nan chuckled, his tone teasing: "Tsk, you know what people like and dislike to eat, why are you always pretending to be a stern-faced monster?"

Yang Qingheng's heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously looked towards Song Hengjue.

Song Hengjue felt the woman's hopeful gaze, his temples throbbed, and he wished he could slap himself.

That's insane.

Yang Qingheng was in a great mood and even ate a few more bites of food. After finishing, she happily took her lunchbox to wash it, and also took Song Hengjue's lunchbox with her.

Fang Nan couldn't help but exclaim, "Is my sister-in-law really that good?"

She is virtuous, so virtuous that she needs someone to bring her water to wash her feet every day. When she is in a good mood, she is all smiles, and when she is in a bad mood, she feels like it's the end of the world. But deep down, she is cold and selfish.

Song Hengjue's brow twitched; he suddenly felt a strong urge to expose the woman's true colors.

After Yang Qingheng finished washing the dishes, she subconsciously took out a handkerchief to wipe the water off her hands. Suddenly, a furious shout came from behind her: "You actually shamelessly ate with Li Jiaoyan's boyfriend. Are you addicted to being a mistress? Believe me or not, I'll tell your classmates in a little while and let them know what kind of person you are."

Yang Qingheng's lips twitched, and she turned to look at Chen Zimei: "I'm not trying to be mean, but you're like a firecracker. Anyone who didn't know better would think I was trying to steal your boyfriend today."

Chen Zimei frowned, indignant: "Yang Qingheng, what are you saying? How could I possibly steal my friend's boyfriend? Do you think everyone is like you?"

Yang Qingheng: "So who told you that Song Hengjue is Li Jiaoyan's boyfriend?"

“If Li Jiaoyan said it herself, how could it be false?” Chen Zimei said, hands on her hips.

For the first time, Yang Qingheng discovered that there was someone who could be both pitifully stupid and adorable.

A mischievous thought suddenly popped into his head, and he pulled a marriage certificate out of his bag and shoved it in front of her: "See this? Your Jiaoyan's boyfriend is my husband."

Chen Zimei's eyes widened as she checked repeatedly, as if struck by lightning: "Song Hengjue must have lied to me..."

"Don't lie to me. Don't you know that Li Jiaoyan is from the same village as Hengjue? She didn't know we were having a big wedding with drums and gongs?" Yang Qingheng glanced at her, shattering her illusions for the second time.