Yang Qingheng burst out laughing and gave the old lady a thumbs up: "Mom, you're old and knowledgeable, that's a very apt description."

The old lady was pleased with the praise and pointed at her nose, laughing and scolding, "You scholars always have such nice words."

Song Hengjue listened to the two women's back-and-forth banter, feeling a sharp pain in his throat, yet also finding it inexplicably amusing.

Yang Qingheng's mouth never disappoints; she's a master of deception and a master of insults.

Just as he was thinking this, the woman looked at him and said, "Why aren't you coming in, you neutered dog..."

Song Hengjue's brow twitched, and the old lady was also stunned for a second.

Yang Qingheng suddenly widened her beautiful eyes, pretended to slap herself twice, and was extremely annoyed: "Look at me, I talked too much about castrating dogs, and my mouth won't listen to me anymore."

Song Hengjue's lips twitched. Every time this woman mentioned castrating dogs, the veins on his forehead would throb. He quickly said, "Mom, it's time to take your medicine. I'll get you a glass of water."

Speaking of taking medicine, the old lady slapped her thigh and pointed to the square metal lunchbox on the table: "If you hadn't asked me, I wouldn't have remembered. Just now, your classmate said he was coming to see me and brought two meals, saying they were homemade. If you have an appetite, try them. Don't waste their good intentions."

He paused, then added, "I met your classmate when I visited your school last time. I've also met Hengjue. He's a nice guy, but he seems unreliable. It'll be hard for him to find a wife."

Yang Qingheng knew perfectly well who this carefree guy was, even with a fool's eyes.

Realizing the old lady was referring to her, she smiled helplessly: "I helped him before, and he helped me find a doctor this time. We've become somewhat acquainted over time. Invite him to our house for dinner in the future, so you can get to know him better."

Upon hearing that the person was half a savior, the old lady shut her mouth and waved her hand, saying, "Alright, alright, I need to rest. You should also go back to the guesthouse to rest. Look at your dark circles. If people didn't know better, they would think I'm raising a national treasure."

"You're just teasing me." Yang Qingheng glared at her, then left with her lunchbox.

Song Hengjue nodded to his uncle beside him, then turned and chased after her, grabbing the woman's wrist in the stairwell: "Yang Qingheng, let's talk."

"What are you talking about?" Yang Qingheng shook off his hand with disdain and loosened her wrist.

Song Hengjue pursed his lips, hesitating to speak, and after a long pause, he finally managed to say, "Cheng Kai is not suitable for you."

Yang Qingheng stared at him, thinking he might be able to come up with something sensible, but to her surprise, all he said was nonsense. She immediately rolled her eyes at him, finding too many things to criticize and not knowing which one to yell at first.

"I'm not trying to be mean, but why are you meddling so much? We're getting a divorce, and you still care who I like to be with? Are you going to come to my new house and give me some pointers on my technique after I get married?"

Song Hengjue frowned, realizing he couldn't win an argument with her no matter what.

Yang Qingheng became interested, casually pulled out a chair, sat down, crossed her legs as if watching a show, her expression seeming to say, "I want to see what kind of ivory you can spit out from your dog mouth."

"Come on, tell me, if Cheng Kai isn't right for me, then who do you think is right for me? I'll think about it."

Song Hengjue pursed his lips. Even though he tried his best not to say that name, he still spoke up: "Tang Bainian is suitable for you. He has a stable job, is responsible, tolerant, and his family is easy to talk to. If you are with him, it will be better than being with that unreliable Cheng Kai."

These words sounded like they had been carefully considered. Yang Qingheng found them outrageous, yet strangely consistent with her impression of Song Hengjue over the years.

Faced with his sincere demeanor, I was momentarily speechless.

A soft laugh suddenly came from the side: "I never knew you thought so highly of me, Hengjue. If Qingheng could like me, I swear I would treat her well, unlike you... fickle and unfaithful."

Tang Bainian glanced at him sideways, then gave Yang Qingheng a gentle smile.

When Song Hengjue saw that familiar face, his brow twitched, and he subconsciously looked at the woman beside him.

Yang Qingheng felt his gaze and a rebellious feeling inexplicably arose in her heart. She raised her chin, reached out and grabbed Tang Bainian's hand, chuckled, her face slightly red, and said in a way that was infuriating: "After your analysis just now, I also think that Bainian and I are really a good match. Since my ex-husband has already agreed that we can date for a while, then, Bainian, could you take me to the guesthouse?"

Suddenly, a soft touch entered Tang Bainian's palm, and his mind went blank for a moment. Large fireworks exploded in his mind, so much so that he couldn't hear a single complete sentence. He could only vaguely hear a few words like "well-matched," "send off," and "guesthouse." He felt like his feet were floating, and he obediently let Yang Qingheng pull him outside.

He really wasn't polite at all.

Song Hengjue pursed his lips, ignoring the subtle discomfort in his heart, and attributed all these emotions to Tang Bainian's arrogant attitude.

Erniu, who happened to witness this scene, was so angry he almost choked. Pointing at the two's backs, he cursed, "Even a rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow! You're not even divorced yet, and that bastard Tang Bainian is already throwing himself at you. Look at how worthless he is..."

“That’s right, it’s worthless.” Song Hengjue replied, finding Erniu’s words surprisingly pleasant for the first time.