The aunt was startled by his sudden cold and stern expression. As Tang Bainian left, she became even more curious.
Having worked for the Tang family for so many years, this was the first time she had ever seen the master so angry. Who exactly was that man outside, and what was his relationship with the madam?
I didn't dare to eavesdrop on the host's conversation. I glanced at him from afar, then obediently returned to the kitchen.
Song Hengjue? What's he doing here?
Upon seeing the man outside the door, Yang Qingheng subconsciously furrowed her brows.
"Song Hengjue, what are you doing here?" Tang Bainian came up from behind and loosely put his arm around Yang Qingheng's shoulder.
A tacitly understood way for men to assert their dominance.
Yang Qingheng's expression became slightly unnatural for a moment. Knowing that Tang Bainian was helping her, she didn't deliberately shake off his hand.
Song Hengjue was startled and suddenly came to his senses. He realized how rude he had been for showing up uninvited. He clenched his fists awkwardly and looked at the woman opposite him with pleading eyes.
After Tang Bainian's reminder, Yang Qingheng broke out in a cold sweat and became even more annoyed.
That idiot Song Hengjue! The Tang family elders were already suspicious of their marriage, and it's fortunate that the two of them aren't home right now, otherwise she would be even more confused!
Her expression immediately turned sour. She glared at him and said coldly, "I don't think we're close enough to have dinner together. Isn't it impolite of you to come at this time, Mr. Song?"
Tang Bainian curled his lips, a hint of smugness flashing in his eyes.
Song Hengjue was in a state of panic. He saw the couple with their arms around each other, about to go inside, without giving him a chance to speak. He became anxious and said, "Yang Qingheng, I want to talk to you about the orphanage."
His grip on the railing tightened suddenly, the bluish-purple veins on the back of his hand bulging slightly, and his voice was clearly pleading: "Just three minutes, please give me three minutes."
A few nights ago, when Song Hengjue asked her if she had been reborn, Yang Qingheng knew this day would come, but she didn't expect it to come so soon, and she paused in her tracks.
Tang Bainian noticed Yang Qingheng's emotional reaction and subconsciously clenched his back teeth. A flash of annoyance crossed his eyes, but he pretended to be gentle and lowered his head to rub the top of her head: "I'll go see if the white fungus soup that Auntie made for you is ready. You've been liking it sweeter lately, so I'll go add some sugar for you."
“Okay.” Yang Qingheng did not refuse.
Tang Bainian's eyes dimmed for a second before he turned and walked inside, his gaze a blatant warning as he passed Song Hengjue.
The way the couple whispered to each other looked so loving and sweet, but Song Hengjue felt inexplicably uncomfortable watching it.
The things he used to do, other men are doing for him now, and doing them better than he did. Suddenly, he wondered if it was still meaningful to ask about those old, trivial matters.
Even if you get the answer, what's the point?
He gritted his teeth, turned around, and left.
Yang Qingheng coldly said, "You come and go as you please? What do you think this place is? If you have something to say, just say it and don't waste my time."
Song Hengjue took a deep breath, turned around abruptly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Why is the orphanage you built named Chen'an? Didn't you dislike that child?"
If you don't like it, why choose this name? All my thoughts are in a jumbled mess.
Yang Qingheng sneered, each word piercing his heart and lungs: "Where did this child come from? Song Hengjue, look at your spineless appearance. With your cowardly state, why would I bear you a child? Besides..."
She paused, her coldness chilling: "It's just a lump of cells. You're going crazy over something like that. Don't you think you're ridiculous?"
Song Hengjue's hands and feet were cold, his mind went blank, and he couldn't believe that these words were coming from Yang Qingheng's mouth. His eyes were frighteningly red, as if he could burst into tears at any moment.
"So you aborted our child just to be with another man?"
He knew she was ruthless, but he didn't know she could be this ruthless.
That was a fetus, a life whose tiny hands and feet could be seen; how could she say it so lightly?
"What man?" Yang Qingheng was taken aback, then suddenly laughed in anger.
So he angered her for a man who didn't even exist, forced her to divorce him, and even sent her to a detention center for another woman, almost causing her to be imprisoned for more than ten years.
Recalling her time in the detention center, Yang Qingheng's hand trembled uncontrollably inside her sleeve. She grabbed his collar and uttered cruel words: "Yes, it was for a man. Guess... who was it for?"
Song Hengjue remained silent, his heart filled with despair.
Yang Qingheng burst out laughing, feeling a strange, almost morbid sense of vengeful pleasure, like an executioner: "Song Hengjue, you're the one who killed your child. You said that if a child is born without a mother, it's better not to be born at all. So, I couldn't go on living, so I... took him with me."
“When did I say…” Song Hengjue’s pupils shrank, his scalp tingled, and regret, pain, and self-blame rushed over him all at once. His face turned pale, and his mouth trembled, but he couldn’t utter a single word.
It was him. When Yang Qingheng asked him if he would be willing to raise the child alone, he said that if the child had no mother, it would be better if he were never born.
"I...I didn't mean that at first..." He shook his head repeatedly, his eyes unfocused, and he staggered to the ground, rambling incoherently.
What did he do?
Yang Qingheng showed no pity whatsoever. She glanced at him indifferently for a moment, then turned and left.
The man gripped her hand tightly, and Song Hengjue's voice trembled: "I'm sorry, Yang Qingheng, I didn't mean to. I was scared. I thought you were going to divorce me, so I said those things..."
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