Yao Ying paused for a moment, then asked, "You want a divorce?"

“Yes, Mom, this is a decision we made after careful consideration.” Yang Qingheng carefully observed her expression and only breathed a sigh of relief when she found that she was not stressed.

“Alright, go ahead,” Yao Ying waved her hand, her expression calm and composed before a storm. “Call Song Hengjue in.”

Yang Qingheng originally wanted to say a few more words, but seeing how calm she was, she swallowed her words and opened the door to go out.

Song Hengjue noticed her coming out and quickly stood up.

Yang Qingheng nodded to him: "Mom wants you to come in; she has something to say to you."

"Hmm, wontons." Song Hengjue stuffed the lunchbox into her arms, pushed open the door and went in. Just as he closed the door tightly, a roar came from inside.

"You little rascal, you made my wife run away!"

Then came the sound of things being smashed, mixed with the dull thuds of objects hitting flesh.

Yao Ying was so angry with her stubborn son that she lost control of her strength when she hit him.

Yang Qingheng said that the two young people didn't like each other. How could she not know whether her daughter-in-law liked her son or not? If she didn't like her son, why would she be so good to this old woman?

She knew immediately that it was her stupid son's fault.

Song Hengjue was afraid that the old lady's hard-won health would be ruined by anger again, so he remained motionless and let her vent her anger without making a sound.

He bravely withstood several punches from the old lady.

"Did you cheat on her with other women? Otherwise, why would Qingheng be so angry! Apologize to her right now!" Yao Ying persisted, shoving him forcefully.

Song Hengjue remained unmoved, his clear black and white eyes calm and undisturbed: "Mom, forced love is never sweet."

"The fortune teller said you'll never eat a melon in your life!" Yao Ying gave him a hard slap on the head to prevent him from saying anything else that would make her want to hit him again. She pointed to the door and said, "Get out."

Song Hengjue didn't linger; he went out the door as soon as he finished speaking.

"Let's go, let's get a divorce."

Yang Qingheng responded and followed him at a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

The moment she received the documents, Yang Qingheng looked dazed, as if a piece of her heart had been emptied.

In this sweltering summer, my hands and feet are so cold that I don't feel any warmth at all.

I never imagined that my marriage, which lasted for twenty years in my past life, would end so easily in this life. However, I have no regrets, especially when I saw Xu Lan's familiar face.

"This is half of the property, including everything except the old house at home."

Song Hengjue pulled out an envelope, and Yang Qingheng looked at its thickness; it must contain at least several thousand.

He was really generous, but she didn't care at all; in fact, she found it funny.

With an indifferent expression, he said, "No need, I don't need it."

Song Hengjue pursed his lips, his outstretched hand still raised in the air, stubbornly refusing to retract, while he still held onto her arm with one hand, determined to make her take the money today.

A soft laugh broke the tense atmosphere: "If he gives it to you, just take it. Don't say that Hengjue treated you unfairly later."

Xu Lan snatched the envelope and forcefully shoved it into Yang Qingheng's hand, and Song Hengjue released his grip accordingly.

Yang Qingheng grabbed the envelope, didn't even look at it, and slapped it hard across Song Hengjue's face: "It seems you two need this money more than I do. Now, right now, take this money and go to the hospital to get a checkup! Don't let yourself get some incurable disease."

A wad of cash flew out, attracting the attention of passersby. Luckily, there were few pedestrians on the road at the moment, otherwise it would have been a chaotic scene of people jostling each other.

"Qingheng, hurry up, Auntie is waiting for us to eat." Tang Bainian leaned against the car, waved to Yang Qingheng, glanced at Song Hengjue, and was full of schadenfreude.

Yesterday he was worried that Song Hengjue would suddenly change his mind and that the divorce wouldn't go through. Now it seems that he didn't even need to stir things up; Song Hengjue is already digging his own grave.

Yang Qingheng turned around, nodded at him, and walked quickly over: "Sorry to keep you waiting."

"We're like family, no need for such formalities," Tang Bainian said solicitously as he opened the car door for her.

Song Hengjue frowned, and didn't come back to his senses even after Yang Qingheng had left for an unknown amount of time.

"What are you looking at? She'll be someone else's wife in the future. Yang Qingheng doesn't seem like the type to go back to an ex. Forget about it." Xu Lan looked on with amusement as she stuffed the money and house keys she had picked up into his hand.

"If you don't want your mouth anymore, you can donate it." Song Hengjue took it, gave her a cold glance, and strode away.

On the bus.

The man looked this way for what seemed like the hundredth time.

Yang Qingheng sighed and rubbed her forehead: "Okay, stop looking. I'm not as fragile as you think. I didn't cry."

Tang Bainian's ears turned slightly red, and he looked away as if he had been electrocuted: "Are we going to Songjia Village to pack our luggage?"

"Okay, let's go now." Yang Qingheng agreed. If you're going to leave, leave cleanly to avoid having to come into contact with each other from time to time, which would be inconvenient and inappropriate.

"Have you decided where to stay?" Tang Bainian then probed. "After you mentioned this yesterday, I told my aunt. She didn't go to work today and insisted on preparing a room. With her whirlwind personality, she's probably already bought the bedding. Why don't you stay for a while as a courtesy?"

As he said this, Tang Bainian tightened his grip on the steering wheel, his palms began to sweat, and he dared not move, afraid that Yang Qingheng would see through his little scheme.

Auntie adored Yang Qingheng, and once she moved in, it was hard for her to move out in less than a year or six months, which was exactly what he was planning.

Fortunately, Yang Qingheng didn't even look over. After hesitating for a moment, she didn't refuse Zhou Shuwen's kindness. Besides, she didn't want to stay in the guesthouse all the time. It wasn't safe, and Yao Ying would worry if she found out.

"Then I'll have to trouble you."

Tang Bainian was secretly delighted, but quickly shook his head: "No trouble at all, she'll be overjoyed if you go to her house."

A short while later, the car suddenly stopped, and Yang Qingheng turned around in surprise: "What's wrong?"

"We're out of gas. I need to call Xu Feng and ask him to bring over a bottle of gasoline." Tang Bainian scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed. He was going to get gas, but he got so excited that he forgot.

Yang Qingheng glanced at the surroundings, opened the door and got out of the car: "We're not far from Songjia Village. You wait here, I'll walk back. You can drive over after you've filled up the tank."

"Okay, I'll be there as soon as possible," Tang Bainian replied.