"What's wrong?" Tang Bainian leaned closer.

Yang Qingheng's expression was complicated, and her words were ambiguous: "This car can't be driven. Contact a technician to come and check it."

"How could this be..." he was shocked, then nodded, "Okay."

The police station in Xishan Town also has staff on duty at night, and within just one hour, a police car arrived.

"So you think there's something wrong with our police car?" The man got out of the car, but instead of checking it immediately, he looked Yang Qingheng up and down, his tone questioning.

Tang Bainian frowned and shoved his shoulder: "Alright, just do the check if I tell you to. Stop with the nonsense."

He turned to Yang Qingheng apologetically and said, "My colleague said some hurtful things, so I apologize to you on his behalf."

"It's nothing." Yang Qingheng shook her head lightly, not particularly angry.

In this day and age, only factory directors or government officials have access to cars. A village girl like her would probably never have the chance to come into contact with a car in her entire life, let alone understand its internal structure. It would be a miracle if anyone believed her.

Tang Bainian glanced at the time and opened the door of another car: "It's getting late, shall I take you home?"

"Okay." Yang Qingheng nodded, not wanting to get involved in these troublesome matters, and opened the car door to climb into the passenger seat.

The woman kept her brows furrowed as she gazed at the deep twilight outside the window, so quiet she seemed to be falling asleep. Tang Bainian couldn't help but keep looking in that direction.

After a while, the car finally stopped outside Songjia Village. Yang Qingheng came to her senses, opened the car door, and was about to jump out when she said, "Thank you for today."

"Hey!" Tang Bainian reacted quickly and grabbed her wrist.

He paused slightly when his eyes met the woman's, then quickly looked away: "Be careful on the road."

On a whim, I added, "Remember to come to the police station to return the money."

"Don't worry, I'm not a deadbeat," Yang Qingheng chuckled, waving her hand. "Take care on the road."

"Um."

Tang Bainian responded and waited until the woman disappeared at the village entrance before driving back.

"Tang Bainian, come here." Just as he jumped out of the car, his colleague rushed over, his lips pursed.

Has the problem really been identified?

Tang Bainian asked in surprise, "What's the problem?"

“The idle air pump is broken,” my colleague said with a complicated look. “If we hadn’t discovered it just now, there’s a very high chance that the engine would have stalled. Logically speaking, this kind of problem shouldn’t happen in such a new car…”

Who wants him dead?

Tang Bainian's expression was complicated, and he realized the seriousness of the problem.

If it weren't for that cat, if Yang Qingheng hadn't happened to notice...

Tang Bai felt a chill down his back after the New Year.

Looking in the direction Yang Qingheng left, her colleague seemed lost in thought: "Do you think it might be that person from earlier..."

Tang Bainian replied firmly: "Impossible."

Yang Qingheng hadn't left his sight since she got in the car, so how could she have had time to do anything? Besides, even if she had, could she be so powerful as to predict when the cat would dart out from the roadside?

"Don't you think it's strange that a country girl would know this?" The colleague said helplessly. Even he had spent almost half an hour checking it before he could find the problem. How could that girl see the fault at a glance?

Unless she was the one who did it!

Tang Bainian frowned, but ultimately did not refute further. He simply said in a deep voice, "Don't take this to the police station yet. I'll discuss it with my uncle when I get back."

…………

Yang Qingheng returned home at around 8 p.m. The courtyard was quiet, and only a dim light bulb was lit in the main room, where the man was sitting quietly at the dining table reading a book.

She didn't even notice when she pushed the door open and walked in.

Yang Qingheng pursed her lips and reminded him, "I'm back."

Song Hengjue listened to the sound for a long time before looking up from his book and giving her a faint nod, as if the things in the book were a million times more important than his wife.

Yang Qingheng pursed her lips, her heart sinking heavily. A huge panic gripped her, urging her to do something quickly to alleviate this oppressive feeling.

Hesitantly, she reached out and tugged at the man's sleeve: "Song Hengjue, have you cooked? I'm hungry."

Song Hengjue finally shifted his gaze from the book to her face, his tone becoming more forceful: "Yang Qingheng, don't you have hands? Am I your servant?"

"I...I didn't think that way." Yang Qingheng was startled by his suddenly heavier tone, and belatedly realized that she felt wronged.

She arrived so late, and he didn't offer a single word of concern; his attitude was even more distant than that towards a stranger.

She didn't understand. He had been so good to her in her past life, so why had he suddenly changed after being reborn?

She grabbed Song Hengjue's sleeve urgently: "Song Hengjue, are you still bothered by what happened in the cellar that day? I can explain. I really didn't intend to see Gu Yi that day. It was Li Jiaoyan..."

"Enough!" Song Hengjue interrupted her, as if she were talking about something insignificant. "Yang Qingheng, I don't care at all about your relationship with Gu Yi. It's fine if you want to be with him, let's get a divorce."

Yang Qingheng was stunned: "Song Hengjue, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Song Hengjue stared into her eyes: "I'm not talking nonsense. After the divorce, you can take everything except the house. You can take the tickets and cash with you. You can take the money and elope with your gigolo. We'll go our separate ways."

Yang Qingheng's face turned cold, and she almost laughed out loud, her eyes filled with mockery: "Song Hengjue, do you think you're particularly generous? What do you think marriage is, that you can get married whenever you want and then have to cooperate with me whenever you want to get divorced? Keep dreaming!"

The book slammed onto the table with a loud "bang".

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