Yang Qingheng's lips curled slightly as she found a secluded spot to stand. Sure enough, a few minutes later, Huo Xiuxiu emerged from inside, her face pale with fear, which once again confirmed Yang Qingheng's suspicions.

Once Huo Xiuxiu was out of sight, she quickly took a detour in the opposite direction.

"What took so long to get?" Song Hengjue was still standing there, his handsome face reddened by the sun.

Feeling guilty, Yang Qingheng quickly ran over, pretending to be calm and turning the tables: "I just took a little longer to find my things, who knew you would be waiting here the whole time."

Song Hengjue was so angry he laughed: "You still think you're right to leave me, a sick person, here?"

"Why are you, a grown man, being so petty?" Yang Qingheng glared at him, hopped onto her bicycle, patted the back seat, and said loudly, "Get on, patient, I'll give you a ride."

“I’ll ride.” Song Hengjue frowned.

Yang Qingheng didn't care about his opinion: "This is the treatment patients receive. If you don't want to sit in the back seat, you can walk back by yourself."

Song Hengjue gritted his teeth and sat in the back seat with a dark expression.

Summer had arrived, and the midday sun was quite scorching. The two of them were drenched in sweat when they rode into the village.

Passing by the village's "intelligence base," a woman couldn't help but laugh and tease, "Hey, Qingheng, you should know when to stop spoiling your man."

The room erupted in laughter.

Song Hengjue rubbed his forehead, noticing that Yang Qingheng still wanted to chat with someone, so he poked Yang Qingheng hard in the back, his teeth itching with anger: "Hurry up."

"Tsk, he won't let me talk to you guys." Yang Qingheng pouted and diligently rode her bike into her own yard.

Seeing Tang Bainian sitting inside chatting with Yao Ying, she paused for a moment, then stopped the car.

"It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back," Yao Ying rushed over to greet him, giving Song Hengjue two hard slaps. "You're such a grown man and you still don't know how to take care of yourself. You make your family worry all the time. You deserve a beating!"

Tang Bainian's eyes flashed when he saw Song Hengjue, but he turned to Yang Qingheng with a smile and said, "Gu Yi has been caught. We have already interrogated him, and he admitted that he did it. Our police will issue a statement tomorrow, and my uncle will personally go to the school to explain. You can just go to school as usual."

Yang Qingheng breathed a sigh of relief, but was still somewhat puzzled: "Where did you catch him?"

“We didn’t arrest him,” Tang Bainian said, a little embarrassed, scratching his head. “We’ve been staking out him in town, but we couldn’t catch him. A kind person saw him somewhere else and told us to bring him here.”

Yang Qingheng said happily, "What's his name? I'll go and thank him another day when I have time."

Tang Bainian's eyes flickered, and he coughed lightly with his fist to his lips: "They said they do good deeds anonymously, so they probably don't like this kind of thank-you stuff. You don't need to be so formal."

"I see." Yang Qingheng touched her nose.

Since she doesn't want a gift, she can have a banner made and someone else deliver it to her when she has time in a few days.

In this day and age, people value reputation quite a bit. It can be used for being recognized as an advanced worker, so she can't go wrong by giving this as a gift; it's practical enough.

"Thank you so much, Officer Tang. It's almost noon, why don't you have lunch before you go?" Yao Ying said politely.

Although I don't particularly like this young man who's been rumored to be having an affair with my daughter-in-law, I still have to be polite.

Tang Bainian opened his mouth, about to refuse.

Yang Qingheng smiled and warmly invited, "Yes, it was me who cooked the best last time, so you can stay for dinner. I'll pack two dishes for you to take to Aunt Zhou later."

"This is troublesome." Tang Bainian silently shut his mouth.

Knowing that her son was coming back today, Yao Ying asked someone to buy vegetables in town early in the morning. Yang Qingheng glanced at the ingredients: a pound of pork belly and a pound of ribs. She simply went back to her room, took out the preserved plums she had bought a few days ago, and made a preserved plum rib dish. She also made a pork belly dish and went to the field to pick a handful of green beans to stir-fry as a vegetarian dish.

"Is it ready yet?" Yao Ying looked at the pot for what felt like the umpteenth time, swallowing hard several times.

She hadn't eaten Yang Qingheng's cooking for several days and couldn't sleep at night because she missed it so much. Today, her daughter-in-law finally cooked for her.

The two men outside also kept looking inside, drawn by the smell.

"Alright, let's eat." Yang Qingheng couldn't help but chuckle at the expectant looks on their faces.

Song Hengjue quickly took out bowls and chopsticks, and Yao Ying politely said to Tang Bainian, "Take whatever you like to eat, don't be shy."

After saying that, he buried his head in his food and ate like crazy, as if afraid of missing a single bite.

However, at this point, everyone disregarded etiquette and focused on eating. In a whirlwind, most of the dishes on the table were gone.

Just as they were enjoying their meal, a hurried voice suddenly came from outside: "Brother Heng."

Yang Qingheng looked up and saw Song Hengjue hurrying outside. He whispered something to Erniu and then went outside.

She was in the same hurry as last time in the middle of the night. She frowned and asked, "You're still sick, where are you going?"

Song Hengjue avoided her gaze and pursed his lips: "It's something urgent."

"What's the rush? The guests are still here, and you're leaving halfway through your meal?" Yang Qingheng said unhappily, blocking the doorway with a somewhat aggressive tone.

Frustrated, Song Hengjue grabbed her arm and pulled her aside, saying, "Stop making a scene."

They took out the bicycle and ran off in a little while.

Yang Qingheng was furious and cursed him a couple of times.

Yao Ying was also a little uncomfortable. She comforted Yang Qingheng for a couple of minutes, and then looked at Tang Bainian with some embarrassment: "I apologize for the poor hospitality."

Tang Bainian glanced deeply in the direction Song Hengjue had left, then smiled at the two of them: "It's alright, Comrade Song probably has something urgent to attend to."

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