Zhong Yan was surprised by Song Hengjue's reaction and his expression turned sour.
Yang Qingheng's relationship with Song Hengjue was actually much better than he had imagined; otherwise, how could Song Hengjue know Yang Qingheng so well?
Yang Qingheng was unaware of the turmoil at the hospital. When she got home, she fell asleep immediately, the doctor's voice constantly echoing in her mind.
"Miss Yang, you dropped something."
"Where did you get this sachet?"
"...It smells like 'red poison,' which can damage the brain and disturb the mind. In severe cases, it can even cause mental illness. However, other smells mask it, so I'm not sure if it's real. It's best to have it tested."
Song Hengjue pushed open the door, looking lost and disoriented. The house was quiet, and Yang Qingheng obviously didn't notice that someone was missing.
Dawn was approaching, and the outside was shrouded in a gray haze. The woman in bed slept soundly.
Why can she fall asleep? Why doesn't she feel guilty at all?
Song Hengjue stared intently at her profile, filled with resentment and unwillingness, and for the first time, a crazy thought popped into his head.
Forget all this bullshit about love, forget who she loves, she's bound to him.
The next second, he received a hard slap across the face.
Song Hengjue was stunned.
Yang Qingheng slowly raised her head: "Idiot, standing by the bed in the middle of the night, who are you trying to scare to death?"
Song Hengjue's yandere mentality shattered before it even sprouted, and he covered his face, about to argue with her.
Yang Qingheng made room for her and pulled back the covers: "Come and sleep. I have something to tell you when you wake up."
Song Hengjue's heart sank.
What is she trying to say?
Do you regret getting engaged to him?
My firm resolve has wavered. What if this woman really wants to cancel the engagement?
Song Hengjue panicked. He wanted to go to work, he wanted to go on a business trip. Anywhere was fine as long as he wasn't here. He didn't want to hear anything.
He must be deaf, yes, how could he not be deaf?
Unfortunately, Yang Qingheng held on tightly, and as soon as she broke free, she started cursing. In the end, Song Hengjue did not manage to escape.
"How much longer are you going to eat?" Yang Qingheng put down her spoon and impatiently looked up at her watch.
It took him two hours to eat breakfast. If she didn't know that the doctor didn't recognize Song Hengjue, she would have thought he knew what she was going to say.
With a forced smile, Song Hengjue pushed the bowl of porridge out with one finger and said to the aunt, "Another bowl, please."
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