Song Hengjue glanced at Yang Qingheng indifferently, his tone extremely impatient: "Yang Qingheng, how come I never knew you had a hobby of spying on others? Is that interesting?"

“When did I spy on you?” Yang Qingheng looked at his disdainful gaze, stubbornly refusing to admit it. “I’m here today because I have something to tell you.”

Song Hengjue scoffed: "What serious things could you possibly have in your head besides love and romance?"

He truly couldn't understand how he had been so bewitched by a woman in his past life—a good-for-nothing woman with nothing but her pretty face—and ruined his entire life.

Yang Qingheng was furious at his look: "I really have something to tell you."

"I don't want to talk to you about anything except divorce," Song Hengjue interrupted her, fished the lunchbox out of the trash can and shoved it into her arms, ignoring the soup and liquid inside that had soaked her clothes. "Don't let me see your lunchbox again, or I'll throw it away every time I see it!"

Overwhelmed by humiliation, Yang Qingheng's face turned ashen. Looking at Xu Lan outside the window, she suddenly sneered, "Song Hengjue, you want a divorce so I can make room for that woman?"

She stared intently into his eyes, saying each word clearly: "Keep dreaming! I won't leave you, I'm not happy, and you two illicit lovers won't have an easy time either! If you're so capable, then make your mistress a mistress forever."

“Yang Qingheng, this is between you and me. You can come at me directly. Why are you bringing her up?” Song Hengjue seemed to have been pushed to the limit. Her eyes reddened as she angrily rebuked, “As a woman, don’t you know how much damage your reputation has done to her?”

“Yes, her reputation is her reputation, mine isn’t.” Yang Qingheng’s fingertips trembled.

Clenching her teeth, she quickly turned around and faced outside, trying to hold back the stinging in her eyes, afraid of being outdone.

Fang Nan stared at Yang Qingheng's departing figure, momentarily stunned: "Brother, are you really getting a divorce?"

In this day and age, everyone advises reconciliation rather than separation, so you can imagine how much the word "divorce" impacted him.

"If you're going to try to reconcile us, then get out of here and don't show your face in front of me again." Song Hengjue was annoyed. He threw the book in his hand into the drawer, his dark eyes filled with coldness.

Fang Nan's words caught in her throat. Looking at his stubborn expression, she suddenly laughed: "Go ahead and leave if you want. You'll regret it."

Suddenly, I'm really looking forward to that time. When Song Hengjue cries his heart out, I'll definitely set off two firecrackers to celebrate for my sister-in-law. What kind of person is he?

Anyway, he's siding with his sister-in-law this time.

Yang Qingheng walked towards the classroom in the dark. Suddenly, Xu Lan opened her arms and blocked her way: "Yang Qingheng, let's talk."

"I have nothing to talk about with a mistress," Yang Qingheng said, showing no mercy.

Xu Lan gritted her teeth and grabbed her wrist: "There are so many men in the world, and Song Hengjue doesn't like you. Why are you clinging to him like this? Can't you just give him to me?"

These days, people are so brazen about stealing people; their skin is thicker than pigskin.

Yang Qingheng stared at her indifferently with her clear black and white eyes, as if looking at a clown: "You said it yourself, there are so many men in the world, why do you have to steal mine? Do you like second-hand goods that much? Were you a scavenger in your past life? You just like to covet other people's things."

tattered?!

Xu Lan asked in disbelief, "Does he even know you're saying this?"

Yang Qingheng didn't even bother to give her a second glance: "My man can say whatever he wants, and I don't need an outsider like you to stand up for him."

Just walk past her.

Xu Lan stomped her foot angrily and shouted at her back: "Outsider? Who knows who the outsider is now? Hengjue treats me much better than you. He doesn't like you, you old hag."

He Qinqin, who had run over, was furious and rolled up her sleeves to charge forward, but Yang Qingheng stopped her: "Are you crazy? The college entrance exam is in two months. If you fight her now, you'll be the one who suffers."

"So we're just going to let her be so arrogant?" He Qinqin said angrily. "Song Hengjue is such a scoundrel."

Yang Qingheng's crimson lips slowly curved upwards, and a dark light flashed in her eyes: "Don't worry, Song Hengjue wouldn't do such a thing."

"Pah, you'd be better off believing in ghosts than men," He Qinqin scoffed. "What if he really cheats on me?"

Yang Qingheng: "Then report him for having illicit relationships. I can't handle it, let the Red Guards handle it."

He Qinqin gave a thumbs up.

You're ruthless! If you can't have it, you destroy it. Amazing.