"Get in the car." Song Hengjue took a long stride and looked at her.
A hint of a smile appeared in Yang Qingheng's eyes as she sat down in the back seat.
His hands were warm, elastic muscles, and his waist had no excess fat. When he hooked his hand, it was hot and tingling, especially in poor lighting, making you want to give your life for him.
Song Hengjue shuddered and gritted his teeth, warning, "Yang Qingheng, this is outside. Have some shame."
"Song Hengjue, what kind of nonsense is in your head?" Yang Qingheng's face turned yellow, but she pretended to be calm and shouted loudly.
Song Hengjue hesitated, turned around to look at her, and only after confirming that there was really nothing wrong with her face did he pedal his bicycle with a dark expression.
Yang Qingheng clenched her fingers, let out a deep sigh of relief, and felt her heart finally return to its normal position.
"Hey, Song Hengjue, how did you find that old man?"
Song Hengjue replied dismissively, "Over there in Baizhu Lane."
"Who asked you that?" Yang Qingheng pinched his waist hard to vent her dissatisfaction, but his waist was so hard that she couldn't pinch it at all, and instead her fingers hurt.
After a pause, she suddenly spoke: "Song Hengjue, you do have feelings for me, don't you?"
"What's wrong with you?" Song Hengjue said coldly, subconsciously avoiding the topic.
Yang Qingheng, however, was unwilling to let him off the hook and pressed him aggressively: "Mom said that you've been running around for days looking for that old man, and you've almost searched every town nearby."
His words may lie, but the dark circles under his eyes don't. He looks like a ghost. If he hadn't been standing next to his mother-in-law just now, she wouldn't have recognized him.
"If you really want to thank me, then hurry up and divorce me. Aren't you suffering like this?" Song Hengjue sneered.
"Mind your own business!" Yang Qingheng frowned, clearly not interested in discussing this issue.
The bicycle turned onto a dirt road, and with a thud, Yang Qingheng was hit in the buttocks, feeling a sharp pain. Filled with anger, she gritted her teeth and slapped him on the back of the head: "Song Hengjue, are you sick in the head?"
Why do you have to run into a rock when there's something wrong with you?
"Serves you right." Song Hengjue felt no remorse whatsoever.
He was unusually lively today, and Yang Qingheng couldn't help but smile: "Song Hengjue, let's make a deal. Don't rush into a divorce. Let's cool off for six months first, okay? You came to my wedding halfway through before. I don't believe you have no feelings for me at all."
She could never forget the scene of Song Hengjue rushing over and kicking that idiot away. Even now, thinking about it still makes her heart race. It's a pity that in her past life, she poured all her passion into Gu Yi.
Having finally been given a new lease on life, she didn't want to give up so easily.
She already had enough regrets in her past life, and in this life she wants to live clearly and without regrets.
Song Hengjue pursed his lips.
Yang Qingheng pressed her face against his strong back and whispered softly, "Is it okay?"
As expected of someone who had spent decades together in her past life, Yang Qingheng knew exactly what kind of person Song Hengjue was—someone who would respond to gentleness but not force.
His face relaxed, and he instinctively opened his mouth.
A figure suddenly appeared in front of them, startling both of them. The car stopped abruptly, and Yang Qingheng's nose bumped into Song Hengjue's spine, causing tears to well up in her eyes from the pain.
"Who is it, so wicked!" She gritted her teeth and poked her head out. When she saw who it was, the nameless fire in her heart burned even more fiercely.
Who else could it be but Xu Lan on the ground!
Song Hengjue was startled and rushed over to help her up: "Are you alright?"
Yang Qingheng felt uncomfortable at his concerned expression, and a strong sense of crisis welled up in her heart.
In his past life, Song Hengjue was the type who never paid attention to other women and always kept himself pure. The only women he was close to were her and his own mother.
When has he ever shown such concern for strange women outside?
And it was a complete stranger she had never seen before!
Yang Qingheng was displeased and stepped forward: "Didn't we just stop the car? What could possibly happen to her? I think she deliberately fell down."
Song Hengjue was not blind, and hesitantly reached out to help.
Seeing the two being so intimate, Xu Lan's eyes welled up with jealousy, and she wished she could go up and separate them herself.
Yang Qingheng pouted and pushed Song Hengjue away: "You want to help her up? I'll do it!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the woman on the ground trembled, her face suddenly stiffened, and her hands and feet began to twitch strangely.
Yang Qingheng was shocked and took several steps back.
Song Hengjue frowned, strode forward, took out the medicine from his pocket, pried open her mouth, and stuffed it inside.
The woman's eyes rolled back, and Yang Qingheng's temples twitched; she too began to worry.
I hope they didn't actually scare someone into something serious.
However, the next second the woman winked at her, her eyes filled with a cunning that could infuriate anyone.
Yang Qingheng couldn't catch her breath and laughed in anger, shoving Song Hengjue away: "I already told you she was faking it, see?"
As he spoke, he pinched her tiger's mouth hard, and the woman on the ground rolled her eyes and convulsed even more violently.
Song Hengjue's temples throbbed with rage, utterly disappointed in her: "What kind of time is this where all you care about is jealousy and rivalry?"
He picked up Xu Lan and ran wildly towards the clinic.
Yang Qingheng stumbled and fell to the ground, her hand immediately turning red.
She winced in pain.
Long-held grievances suddenly welled up in my heart, my eyes stung and hurt, yet were so dry that not a single tear could flow.
When Yao Ying saw her return, she quickly opened the courtyard gate with a big smile on her face: "Why did you take so long to come back? I had almost finished stewing the pig's trotters. Heng Jue must be behind you. A grown man dawdling like that..." she complained.
Yang Qingheng's eyes were dry and sore, and she shook her head: "He's not coming back today."
"Where did he go? Did he go to Erniu's house again?" Yao Ying asked, her face darkening.
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