Yang Qingheng personally escorted him out of the hospital before carrying the thermos inside.

The food in the hospital cafeteria was low in oil and salt and expensive. After eating it for a few days, Yao Ying got tired of it and couldn't swallow a single bite even after chewing for a long time.

There was nothing I could do about her, so for the past two days I simply rented someone's kitchen to make some chicken soup.

However, his good mood was ruined before he even entered the ward with the chicken soup.

Yang Qingheng looked at the man in front of her indifferently: "A good dog doesn't block the way."

Ever since Yao Ying was admitted to the hospital, this woman's temper has gotten worse every day. Song Hengjue was almost numb from being scolded so much that he didn't feel anything at all at the moment. He said in a gentle tone, "Let's talk."

"Ex-husband, what's there to talk about between us besides the divorce?" Yang Qingheng didn't give him any face at all.

When Song Hengjue heard the words "ex-husband brother," she couldn't help but shudder, feeling a sense of unease.

"I have some things to do tomorrow, could you please look after Mom at the hospital? I'll come back later and bring you some food."

Yang Qingheng was usually easy to talk to when it came to Yao Ying's affairs, and Song Hengjue thought it would be the same today. Unexpectedly, the woman refused outright this time: "No, I have things to do tomorrow and I have to go out. You stay at the hospital and keep an eye on things."

She had already made an appointment with Master Xu, but now she wanted to change the time and couldn't find him. If she left him hanging on their first meeting, how bad would his impression of her be?

In this era, technology was controlled by large state-owned factories. To be able to bypass the state and produce fans of such high quality, she wanted to see who this person was.

Song Hengjue thought she was deliberately being argumentative, and his expression darkened, but he still patiently said, "Yang Qingheng, I really have something important to say."

So nervous?

Yang Qingheng raised an eyebrow and lifted her chin: "If you want me to agree, you'll have to beg me."

"Yang Qingheng, don't go too far!" Song Hengjue gritted his teeth.

"Not asking? Then forget it." Yang Qingheng turned around and was about to push open the door.

Song Hengjue took a deep breath and abruptly closed his eyes: "Please, please, please, okay?"

Yang Qingheng burst out laughing.

"Mom said she wants to eat red date porridge from the state-run restaurant tomorrow. I'll buy it tomorrow morning, and remember to heat it up for her when it's ready." Song Hengjue followed her into the room.

Yang Qingheng ignored her and went straight to Yao Ying's bedside as soon as she entered the room: "Mom, the chicken soup is ready. Do you want some now or wait until you're hungry tonight?"

As soon as the lid was lifted, a rich, fresh aroma filled the air. Yao Ying's stomach was rumbling with hunger, and she eagerly took the bowl, saying, "I'll have some now."

Yang Qingheng was genuinely happy that the old woman finally had a bit of an appetite, and quickly poured her a large bowl: "It's hot, drink it slowly."

Then, as if speaking casually, he said, "Mom, I have some things to do tomorrow. Can you stay here with Hengjue? I'll bring you something delicious tonight."

"If you have something to do, go ahead and do it. I'm just an old woman, what can I possibly do staying in the hospital?" Yao Ying was only interested in chicken soup for the soul, and she agreed to whatever Yao Ying said.

Upon hearing this, Song Hengjue's brow twitched. He pinched her arm and warned in a low voice, "I begged you."

"I said I'd think about it, and you agreed?" Yang Qingheng scoffed, pulling her wrist away.

Song Hengjue's expression changed.

Yang Qingheng didn't care about his expression and gently hugged Yao Ying's arm: "Mom, Hengjue said he'll go to the state-run restaurant tomorrow to buy you red date porridge. Eat more then, and I'll have him supervise you."

"You're such a busybody." Yao Ying waved her hand.

Watching the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law sing in unison, Song Hengjue felt both angry and frustrated.

Once Yao Ying finally fell asleep, he grabbed Yang Qingheng's arm, and when they reached the stairwell, he flung her hand away and shouted angrily, "Yang Qingheng, is it fun to play with me?"

Yang Qingheng loosened her wrist, which was being gripped so tightly, and said, "Why are you so angry?"

Song Hengjue was speechless, suppressing his anger: "Yang Qingheng, I'm not joking with you."

“I’m not joking. I have something very important to do later, so no matter what you arrange, I can’t stay here. Besides,” Yang Qingheng said, her tone heavy, “since we’re about to get a divorce, why should I ask Bonnie to take care of your mother? Song Hengjue, am I your family’s maid?”

Song Hengjue was taken aback, a sense of familiarity washing over him.

A thought suddenly struck him, and he remembered that Yang Qingheng had said the same thing when she cut her hand and asked him why he didn't cook.

This woman really holds a grudge!

He was both annoyed and amused: "Yang Qingheng, if you're going to lie, at least come up with a better excuse. What else have you been up to besides dating Tang Bainian?"

She knew that Song Hengjue looked down on her from the bottom of his heart, but hearing him say it with her own ears still made Yang Qingheng so angry that her mind went blank.

If they weren't in the hospital, she would have definitely taught him a lesson.

"Yes, Bai Nian is coming to pick me up tomorrow to go out and have fun, so of course I have to make time for him." Yang Qingheng smiled slightly, her face as beautiful as a peach blossom, deliberately putting on a lovestruck look.

Song Hengjue was so angry that his vision went black.

Suddenly, a nurse's exclamation came from behind.

Yang Qingheng looked up and was startled to find that the man had actually fainted from anger. She quickly reached out to help him up.

Song Hengjue recovered in an instant, but his face turned pale with anger when he saw her.

Yang Qingheng touched her nose, feeling a little guilty, and muttered under her breath, "A grown man, you get so angry over just a few words, aren't you ashamed?"

Seeing the man roll his eyes, the nurse was startled and glared at Yang Qingheng: "Alright, you should say less."

I've never seen such a fierce woman. Her words are like knives, each one hitting its mark.

Yang Qingheng pouted and watched the nurse enter the examination room. When she checked the time, she was shocked to find it was past nine o'clock. Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly grabbed her bag and ran outside.

Fortunately, I spotted a bus as soon as I left the hospital, and I arrived half an hour earlier than the agreed time.

It was Master Xu who opened the door, and he was also surprised to see her: "Why are you here so early?"

"After all, it's about discussing cooperation, so it's better to do it sooner rather than later," Yang Qingheng laughed.

Hospital.

Song Hengjue watched as time passed little by little, his eyes frequently glancing out the window.

"Alright, if you have something to do, go ahead and do it. It's not like I'll die if I'm short-staffed for a day." The spoon had almost been shoved into her nose for the umpteenth time. Yao Ying snatched the spoon away, practically writing "Get lost" on her face.

Song Hengjue hesitated for a few seconds: "Is it really going to work? I'll go call a nurse to come and keep me company."

Feeling relieved, I strode out the door and soon went to the front desk to explain everything.