"My parents are very good to me. It was Bai Nian and I who were wrong." Yang Qingheng sniffed, feeling a little sad.
She was born without family affection; her parents didn't love her, and her younger brother wasn't close to her. Whether it was Yao Ying back then, or Mu Huihe and Tang's father now, she saw how good they were to her, but she couldn't keep any of them.
"Then why didn't you tell me and Bainian's dad about your illness!" Mu Huihe laughed angrily. "Such a big thing, and you didn't say a word. Is this how you treat us as family?"
Get ill?
Yang Qingheng instantly held back her tears and looked up blankly.
Mu Huihe sighed, patted the back of her hand, and said earnestly, "Qingheng, I know you're not a very outgoing person, so Bainian's father and I have never forced you to integrate into our group. But no matter what, we are family, and we will support each other in the future. You should have told us if you were sick. If Xiaoxiao hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known."
Yang Qingheng felt a warmth in her heart as she looked at Mu Huihe's worried face: "Mom, I told Bai Nian not to tell you. You and Dad are getting old, and if you knew, you would only worry more."
"You're being too polite," Mu Huihe frowned, but seeing her pale face, she couldn't bear to scold her. She sighed, "Never mind, I won't pressure you anymore. I heard you went back to work as soon as you recovered from your illness? Why didn't you rest at home for a few more days?"
Yang Qingheng forced a smile and lied, "I'm too busy with work at the company, I'll only go for one day, I won't go tomorrow."
"Bainian is really something, he can't even take good care of his own wife," the old lady scolded harshly, pulling her hand and leading her outside. "I made you some nourishing soup. Your body has been severely depleted lately, you need to replenish it. I'll stay here for the next few days until you're fully recovered before I leave."
Yang Qingheng was taken aback, and finally understood why Tang Bainian looked so bad when she entered the room.
Since the old lady had come, the two of them naturally couldn't sleep separately like before. While the old lady went to the kitchen to chat with the aunt, Tang Bainian sneakily carried the quilt back to the room.
Yang Qingheng found it somewhat amusing to see him tiptoeing in like a thief: "The dignified Deputy Director Tang, why are you acting like a thief?"
"That's exactly what it means to be a thief." Tang Bainian sighed and spread the blanket on the floor.
Yang Qingheng glanced at it indifferently and walked outside.
After a long silence from the woman who had told him to go back to bed, Tang Bainian paused in making the bed, his eyes flashing as he looked at her retreating figure.
At the same time, the cell phone on the table rang.
He casually picked it up, didn't even look at who it was, and hung up immediately.
On the other side.
Song Hengjue kept holding his phone, checking it three times a minute. Fang Nan couldn't stand it anymore: "If you're going to make a call, just make it. If you keep hesitating, you won't be able to make the call tomorrow!"
If he doesn't call, is he going to wait for Yang Qingheng to call him?
That woman was cold and aloof; she didn't seem like the type to do such a thing. We might not even get her call until next year.
Song Hengjue rolled her eyes at him: "You don't know anything."
He reached out and dialed a number he knew by heart, but just as he was about to call, he remembered something, and hung up in a flash, guiltily peeking at his phone.
Fortunately, the call didn't go through.
He glanced at the time; it was only a little past six, not yet evening. Would the woman find him annoying if he called her now?
I wonder if she's off work yet.
Song Hengjue sighed, covered his eyes, and slumped onto the sofa in despair.
I regret not working overtime at the company.
At least I can see if the lights are on in her office and if she's working overtime, which makes me feel a little better.
Finally, the clock struck seven. Song Hengjue sat up abruptly, his fingers flying as he eagerly dialed the number, only to hear a busy tone.
...The call ended there.
fraud!
He jumped up, getting angrier the more he thought about it. He had clearly agreed to it that afternoon, but she went back on her word that evening, not only ignoring his calls but also hanging up on him instantly! Even if she was his lover, there was no reason for her to be so cold to him!
He paced anxiously around the house.
Not to mention Fang Nan, even Yao Ying couldn't stand it anymore. She rubbed her index finger twice and scolded, "What's wrong with you all day long? Are you having an epileptic seizure? It's getting on my eyes."
Fang Nan couldn't help but burst out laughing, slapping the sofa wildly: "He's not having an epileptic seizure, it's just that spring has arrived, and 'that's' coming."
"A grown man like you, speaking so rudely," Yao Ying retorted, but she really took Fang Nan's words to heart. Her gaze towards Song Hengjue became increasingly strange, making Song Hengjue feel guilty and avoid her gaze.
She scoffed, "If he can really settle down, I'll be at ease too." He's always eyeing other people's wives, offering his affections only to be met with indifference. He doesn't feel ashamed, but she certainly doesn't.
The old lady's suspicious gaze seemed tangible; Song Hengjue's knuckles turned white as he gripped his phone, and he dared not utter a sound.
Fang Nan laughed even harder.
If the old lady found out that her own son had really become someone else's mistress, she'd probably break the feather duster in the house.
He gave Song Hengjue a gloating look, telling him to deduct his wages, which was what this capitalist deserved.
Song Hengjue was preoccupied with the fact that Yang Qingheng hadn't answered his call, and he felt both annoyed and aggrieved, so he had no mood to argue with Fang Nan.
I took my phone and went back to my room.
After Yang Qingheng finished showering, she subconsciously checked her phone.
Not seeing any phone calls, he raised an eyebrow and casually tossed the phone into the bedside table.
I dried my hair, pulled back the covers, and went to bed.
Unbeknownst to her, the man next to her had been staring at her ever since she entered the room, especially when she turned on her phone.
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