However, before she could finish speaking, Gao Xiao'e became dissatisfied and shouted, "Why should I stay in the guest room? Can't you speak properly, you housekeeper? I am Yang Qingheng's mother, her house is my house, of course I should stay in the best house in this villa!"
The aunt felt increasingly that the old lady was shameless, and her expression turned cold: "Madam, this is not something I can decide. If you want to stay in the master bedroom, you have to discuss it with Miss Yang."
"Do I need to discuss this with her?" Gao Xiao'e said as if she had heard a joke. "She's my daughter. Does she have the right to interfere with which house her own mother wants to live in? This is Yang Qingheng's room, isn't it? I want to see what it's like! I, her own mother, don't even have the right to live here!"
Reaching the third floor, I saw the only door and suddenly pushed it open.
This room is elegant and comfortable. At a glance, it is at least 200 square meters. It also has a refrigerator and a walk-in closet. It is like heaven and earth compared to the room that the nanny showed her earlier.
The old lady's eyes widened, and she immediately slammed her hand on the table: "I want this room! Son, you'll stay here!"
Such a nice house should be rightfully her family's son, Chengcheng, living there.
If Chengcheng had been able to live in such a nice house earlier, he wouldn't still be single.
Gao Xiao'e felt even more resentful. That little bitch was truly heartless, not even helping her own younger brother.
The aunt's face stiffened as she looked at Song Hengjue, who was coming out of the bathroom: "Sir, this..."
Yang Cheng had already rolled onto the bed and was now face to face with Song Hengjue. Seeing that familiar face, the pain from the blows Song Hengjue had given him earlier returned, and he awkwardly sat up straight.
Faced with her cold-faced future son-in-law, Gao Xiao'e finally became a little more obedient, but her skin was still as thick as ever: "It's Hengjue. We've been here for so long and haven't seen you come downstairs. We thought you didn't welcome us. Well, I know you're used to living in big houses and don't care about this little thing. We're from the countryside and haven't seen anything like this before. Please let us stay for a while. You don't mind, do you?"
The aunt rolled her eyes, expecting Song Hengjue to lash out so she could vent her anger after being bullied all day. But Song Hengjue calmly dried his fingers on a towel and nodded nonchalantly, "You're Qingheng's mother, so you can stay wherever you want. Auntie, please tidy up Qingheng and my things, and we'll move to the guest room tonight."
Sir, you're so confused!
The aunt sighed inwardly, thinking that this wasn't the right way to please Miss Yang.
However, she was just an employee. Although she felt sorry for Yang Qingheng and was anxious for her, she had no right to speak. She quickly packed up Song Hengjue and Yang Qingheng's things.
Gao Xiao'e also noticed Song Hengjue's attempt to curry favor, and became even more smug.
Yang Qingheng was still thinking about things at home, so she rushed home as soon as she got off work. There was no chaotic scene as she had imagined; instead, it was quiet and peaceful. She raised her eyebrows in surprise.
Why are Gao Xiao'e and Yang Cheng so quiet? Something's definitely fishy going on.
Before she could ask Song Hengjue, who was standing to the side, a shrill scream came from the master bedroom.
Her expression changed, and she rushed upstairs. She saw Yang Cheng emerge with his hand raised, covered in white blisters from the burns. Her scalp tingled, and suddenly someone covered her eyes. Song Hengjue's concerned voice came from behind her: "Don't look."
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