On New Year's Eve.
Yang Qingheng and Mu Xiaoxiao returned from grocery shopping. Before they could even change their shoes, Mu Xiaoxiao cautiously asked, "Mom and Dad, why do you look like that? Who upset you two?"
Mu Huihe hesitated, then glanced upstairs one last time before taking the groceries from Yang Qingheng's hand. She said angrily, "Why am I angry? I have nothing to be angry about."
"You're only telling half the story," Mu Xiaoxiao muttered under her breath, carrying the groceries as she followed.
Yang Qingheng had never seen the old couple with such sullen expressions, and her curiosity grew even stronger. She subconsciously looked at Tang's father on the sofa and just happened to meet the old man's gaze.
Tang's father couldn't finish the snacks in his hand anymore, so he angrily threw them into the bowl next to him and said earnestly, looking a little embarrassed, "Qingheng, Dad has a question for you quietly."
"Please speak." Yang Qingheng's heart sank as she was intimidated by his serious demeanor. She sat down obediently and listened attentively.
Tang's father said, "I know you're busy, but you and Bai Nian are husband and wife after all. You should also pay attention to his feelings. He's an adult now and doesn't confide in us, but you're different."
"Dad's right, I'll be more careful from now on." Yang Qingheng was completely confused. The vague words only made her heart pound even harder, feeling light and uneasy.
"Dad, what are you talking about so seriously during the New Year?" A familiar voice came from above, it was Tang Bainian, whom the two of them were talking about.
Yang Qingheng looked up, saw him clearly, and fell into an eerie silence.
...Okay, now she understands why the old couple looked constipated today.
When Tang's father saw him, his face turned ugly, as if he had two big "bad luck" written on his forehead. He stood up, put his hands behind his back, opened the door, and left.
"The sun is shining brightly today, I'm going out for a walk to get some calcium. You guys chat."
Just as Tang's father left, Mu Xiaoxiao came out from inside carrying a bowl. She was startled when she saw Tang Bainian.
"Oh my god, Tang Bainian, have you finally lost your mind?!"
Her brother, who is usually so friendly, was wearing a dark blue wool coat today, and even his shoes were a new style. He looked like a peacock showing off in public.
Yang Qingheng's lips twitched, and she couldn't help but glance at Tang Bainian.
It wasn't as exaggerated as Mu Xiaoxiao made it out to be. The smoky blue color was actually quite nice, but it just looked inexplicably out of place on Tang Bainian, so it's no wonder Mu Xiaoxiao complained.
In other words, it's like an old cadre who drinks goji berries and talks about health preservation every day suddenly appearing at a bar and dancing. It's like being slapped in the face by this scene for no reason, leaving you with a blank mind and wondering if you've gone blind.
"Alright, hurry up and go help your mom, or you'll get scolded later." Yang Qingheng forcefully pushed Mu Xiaoxiao into the kitchen.
Turning around, she saw the man looking down at his outfit with a hint of doubt in his eyes. He hesitated, then looked at Yang Qingheng and asked, "Doesn't it look good?"
That'll teach you a lesson for being so foul-mouthed the other day! That'll teach you a lesson for being so foul-mouthed the other day!
Yang Qingheng now wishes she could go back to two days ago and slap herself twice. Why did she have to say that?
He gave a dry laugh, looked at Tang Bainian, and forced a smile: "Looks good, very young, how could it not look good? I think the color is fantastic." He then gave a thumbs up.
Tang Bainian was skeptical and pointed in the direction Mu Xiaoxiao had left: "Mu Xiaoxiao, she..."
"Hey, why bother with her foul mouth?" Yang Qingheng was feeling guilty, so she bluffed. She glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then forcefully pulled Tang Bainian into a corner, acting furtively. "You know how your sister talks. Everyone's making these faces because they haven't seen you dressed like this before, and they're not used to it."
As long as she's happy.
Tang Bainian breathed a sigh of relief, his heart finally at ease, and rolled up his sleeves to go into the kitchen to help.
Yang Qingheng shuddered, her eyes widened, and she shouted excitedly, "Wait!"
"What?" Tang Bainian turned around in confusion.
Yang Qingheng's temples throbbed, but she forced a smile and put her arm around his shoulder: "What I mean is, since it's the New Year, and your parents can't accept such a novel style right away, why don't we change out of it first and wear it when they're not home? That way, we won't upset them during the New Year."
"Okay." Tang Bainian was so observant that he didn't notice anything amiss in her words. He felt two soft jades on his shoulders, his head was already spinning, and he headed upstairs.
When I came downstairs, the bowls and chopsticks had already been set out.
When Tang's father returned and saw that Tang Bainian had changed back into his usual black coat, he felt relieved and gave Yang Qingheng a thumbs up.
The daughter-in-law has the best way.
He had already cursed at the brat several times, but the brat hadn't changed his mind, which made him and Huihe furious.
Yang Qingheng awkwardly touched her nose. If the old couple knew that she was the one who caused this trouble, they probably wouldn't be so happy.
The meal was enjoyed by everyone. Tang's father had a little wine and was a bit tipsy. He went home to rest early after the meal. Mu Huihe scolded him a few times and followed him in with hot water.
The Tang family doesn't have the custom of staying up all night on New Year's Eve. According to Tang's parents, getting a good rest is more important than anything else.
Mu Xiaoxiao didn't know who she had made an appointment with; she left after finishing her meal.
Tang Bainian took on the task of washing the dishes and cleaning up by himself, and Yang Qingheng did not try to take it away. She went back and took a hot shower.
I had just dried my hair when I received a call from Song Hengjue.
He didn't know how many calls he had made; his phone battery was almost completely drained by the calls.
Yang Qingheng sighed, "Hello?"
"Yang Qingheng, have you eaten yet? When are you coming out?" The sound of whistling wind came from the other end, so she was probably already outside.
Yang Qingheng peeked out and saw that Tang Bainian was still in the living room. She sighed and said, "Tang Bainian is downstairs. I can't go out. You should go back and rest."
Song Hengjue's smile faded: "No, you promised me." Why should I spend New Year's Eve with that bastard Tang Bainian instead of him!
The thought of Yang Qingheng having to stay with Tang Bainian on such a special day, and even sleeping in the same bed with him, made him feel nauseous, as if the acid in his stomach was about to burst out of his throat, and he couldn't suppress it.
After waiting a few seconds without hearing Yang Qingheng's voice from the other end, he sniffed and said, "Yang Qingheng, let me tell you, don't even think about persuading me to go back. I'm not leaving unless you come. I might as well freeze to death."
She became increasingly aggrieved as she spoke, and even sneezed twice.
"Go ahead and freeze if you want," Yang Qingheng said, laughing in exasperation. Why did this person have to go out today? Seeing Tang Bainian heading this way, she hung up the phone.
He picked up a book and glanced at it, but couldn't concentrate on it at all. He cursed a few times in frustration, took his coat from the closet and put it on. Seeing that no one was outside, he closed the door and tiptoed downstairs.
Just as I was about to open the door, Tang Bainian's voice came from behind me: "Where are you going so late?"
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