Yao Ying's voice echoed eerily in the darkness: "Shameless! I knew you wouldn't be so honest. Get back here."
Song Hengjue stubbornly tried to reason with her, but under the intimidating force of the feather duster in Yao Ying's hand, he shrank back and obediently retreated into the room.
upstairs.
Yang Qingheng was just about to fall asleep when her phone suddenly lit up, startling her awake: "Hello?"
"Qingheng, I miss you." Song Hengjue sniffed, lay sprawled on the bed, and looked utterly dejected, thinking of his mother still waiting outside.
Yang Qingheng almost burst out laughing: "Alright, don't make your mom angry. Just sleep downstairs. Goodnight." She hung up the phone and tossed it aside. From then on, no matter how many times Song Hengjue called, she wouldn't answer.
Song Hengjue stared at the now-off phone in his hand, his teeth itching with rage.
That heartless bastard actually just left him alone!
The more he thought about it, the more unwilling he became. Looking at the pitch-black night outside, his eyes flickered slightly.
Knock knock knock.
Yang Qingheng was startled when she saw a dark figure outside. When she realized it was Song Hengjue, she laughed in exasperation, put on her slippers, and went to open the door: "Song Hengjue, you're still making a scene at this hour. Are you sick? Are you addicted to climbing walls?"
"It's been so long since we've been together," Song Hengjue leaned in and kissed her twice, his clothes fluttering down as he pressed her forcefully onto the bed, his voice hoarse and seductive, "Yang Qingheng, don't you miss me? Hmm?"
"Think about it, you little rascal." Yang Qingheng pinched the muscle on his arm, subconsciously swallowed, and then flipped him over to straddle him.
"Ouch, Yang Qingheng, be gentle, you'll break it."
"Shut up, have you no shame?"
"...Oops, that's the important part."
A slap rang out, and Yang Qingheng chuckled, "Both light and heavy, which do you want, light or heavy?"
There was no reply from the darkness, only heavy, labored breathing.
When Yang Qingheng opened her eyes again, it was already the next day. The sun had just risen outside, and she could vaguely see the clear morning light shining through the misty sky.
She stretched, and before she was fully awake, she heard a roar from downstairs.
"Song Hengjue, are you trying to force me to hit you today?!"
Peeking out, I saw Song Hengjue running around the yard with his pants up, and Yao Ying chasing after him with a broom, cursing under her breath.
"What kind of nonsense is this? All this lovey-dovey stuff, are you already in heat this morning? Tear it down right now!"
Yang Qingheng found it amusing and guessed what Song Hengjue had put up outside so early in the morning. She shook her head, took her toiletries, and went into the bathroom.
Qiao Xihe, on the other hand, was not in such a good mood.
Last night I spent the whole night by the river in the cold wind, and then I got so angry with Song Hengjue and his so-called "sister" that I fainted. When I woke up, my head was throbbing.
"You just let them get away like that?" she said angrily, looking at her subservient subordinates.
"Well, I wouldn't dare stop him," the man said cautiously, his head hanging low, looking guilty.
The person even Qiao Xihe has to fawn over must be some important person. He's just a lowly laborer; even if you gave him a water tank as courage, he wouldn't dare to stop him.
"Useless! What use are you to me!" Qiao Xihe was so angry that her face turned pale. She picked up the water bottle next to her and smashed it at his feet.
The man was startled and took two steps back, feeling resentful.
This eldest daughter of the Qiao family is like a shrew; she's so hard to please.
During the New Year, he accompanied her to the riverbank and to the hospital, and not only did he not receive a single word of thanks, but now she's taking her anger out on him!
If you're so capable, take it out on that person from last night. What's the point of taking it out on him?
Feeling annoyed, he would have quit right now if it weren't for the decent amount of money she offered.
"Investigate immediately! We must find out who that vixen was last night!" Qiao Xihe roared through gritted teeth.
"Okay." The man nodded, relieved, and immediately made his escape after accepting the task.
Her anxious manner made it seem as if she were some kind of plague, and Qiao Xihe's expression changed, secretly annoyed.
They're all despicable people!
Yang Qingheng sneezed, wrapped her clothes tighter around herself, and opened the door to her house carrying two bags of groceries.
"I couldn't find you this early in the morning. I thought you had gone somewhere." Mu Huihe looked over when she heard the voice, her gaze sweeping over the vegetables in Yang Qingheng's hand.
Tang's father glanced at her and pulled out a chair for her: "Where can such a well-behaved child like Qingheng go? You're not satisfied with going to buy groceries so early in the morning?"
Mu Huihe frowned, feeling that something was wrong: "Qingheng, when I passed by your door around six o'clock this morning, I called you but you didn't answer?"
Yang Qingheng's heart skipped a beat. She hadn't expected the old lady to get up so early today. She forced a smile and said, "I was asleep. I guess she didn't hear me."
“But…” Mu Huihe looked straight at her, hesitant.
Tang Bainian quickly brought out the porridge to interrupt her: "Mom, don't ask anymore. I was with Qingheng this morning. She goes to bed late at night, so it's no wonder she couldn't hear you calling her."
“You have a cold, yet you still sleep with Qingheng. You’re so careless. What if you infect Qingheng? It’s fine if you’re healthy, but if Qingheng gets infected, she won’t recover for days. You really are…” Mu Huihe exploded as soon as she heard her son’s words. She had no mood to argue with Yang Qingheng anymore and started scolding her son.
Yang Qingheng breathed a sigh of relief and smiled gratefully at Tang Bainian.
If it weren't for his help, she might not have gotten away with it so easily today.
He breathed a barely perceptible sigh of relief.
She was once again grateful that her marriage to Tang Bainian was a marriage of convenience. Otherwise, if she, as the wife, stayed out all night and had to rely on Tang Bainian, her legitimate husband, to cover for her, she would truly be worse than a pig or a dog.
"Your neck... Tang Bainian, you really deserve a beating!" Mu Huihe, with her sharp eyes, stared at the scar on Yang Qingheng's neck and glared fiercely at her son.
Yang Qingheng was stunned. She subconsciously touched her neck and felt a slight pain. All the blood rushed to her face, and her palms became sweaty.
She was too embarrassed to look up at Tang Bainian.
But they didn't see the fleeting jealousy and anger in the man's eyes.
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