Yang Qingheng was surprised that he was still defending Xu Lan at this time, and laughed angrily: "Coming at you? What's your relationship with her that she's coming at you?"
Looking at the familiar face in front of her, the sense of unfamiliarity in her heart grew stronger and stronger, and she was extremely disappointed, even feeling a little powerless.
She clenched her fists and took a deep breath: "Song Hengjue, didn't you want a divorce? There's no need to wait any longer, let's do it today."
"Clang."
With a loud crash, a stack of bowls shattered on the ground.
Yao Ying rushed in in disbelief, grabbed Yang Qingheng's shoulders, and said urgently, "Qingheng, what nonsense are you talking about?"
"Mom, I'm not talking nonsense. Song Hengjue told me about the divorce a long time ago. Now he has someone he likes, so there's no point in me staying any longer." Yang Qingheng forced a stiff smile, looking at her mother-in-law's concerned face, and couldn't hold back her tears.
She couldn't understand why everything had changed just because she was reborn once.
On such a day, he actually brought Xu Lan to his home.
Even knowing that the promise was made by Song Hengjue from her past life and had nothing to do with Song Hengjue in this life, she still couldn't let go of it.
He doesn't want to marry another woman, so let him marry her; she'll grant his wish.
Yao Ying was so angry that her vision blurred. She grabbed a wooden stick from the corner of the wall and slammed it into Song Hengjue's back: "You brat! Your Uncle Xingnong was right, you've gone astray!"
It's one thing to not come home for three days at a time, but when you do come home you drive your wife away. It's better not to come home at all!
Song Hengjue let out a muffled groan, taking the blow head-on.
Still not satisfied, Yao Ying slapped him several more times, her muffled groans startling Xu Lan, who rushed over and hugged Song Hengjue's back: "Auntie, calm down... ah!"
She screamed as she was struck on the hand and stumbled back several steps.
Yao Ying's face darkened, and she pointed the fire poker at Yao Ying's nose: "What does it have to do with you, an outsider, if I beat my son? You vixen, get out!"
"Go outside and wait for me," Song Hengjue said to Xu Lan, gritting his teeth in pain.
He was hit with a stick as soon as he finished speaking.
"You're still protecting her!" Yao Ying gritted her teeth, her vision went black, and the stick in her hand fell to the ground.
She suddenly fell backward, startling Yang Qingheng: "Mom!"
Song Hengjue's expression changed, and he rushed over to support Yao Ying. He called her name twice but found she didn't respond, so he picked her up and ran outside.
The scene at that moment seemed to suddenly overlap with her past life. Yang Qingheng felt cold in her hands and feet and stood there stunned for several seconds before staggering after her.
After a flurry of activity, the group finally arrived at the nearest clinic.
After a thorough examination, the doctor sighed and said, "There's nothing seriously wrong, just high blood pressure. He fainted from a sudden emotional outburst."
After looking around at the group, he scolded, "You're all getting on in years, and you've made the old man so angry. What a waste of raising you all these years."
"It's our fault. We shouldn't have said bad things in front of her." Song Hengjue pursed his lips, his lowered eyes full of self-reproach.
Yang Qingheng followed closely behind the doctor: "Uncle, what medicine do you need? What should the old man pay attention to in the future? Please tell me."
The doctor nodded: "High blood pressure requires long-term medication, but you family members don't need to be too anxious. It's quite common for the elderly to have this condition. Just keep a cheerful mood. As for dietary restrictions, I'll have the nurse give you a handbook later. Take a good look at it then."
Yang Qingheng listened intently, her eyes glued to the screen, and then casually pulled out a small notebook to carefully take notes.
Song Hengjue watched this scene with mixed feelings.
He didn't know when his mother's relationship with Yang Qingheng had become so good. Compared to him, her son, Yang Qingheng seemed to be her real daughter.
She never told her son, Yang Qingheng, anything, big or small, yet Yang Qingheng knew everything perfectly well.
"Qingheng?" A soft voice called from the bed.
Song Hengjue quickly leaned closer: "Mom, how are you feeling?"
When Yao Ying saw that it was him, her face turned pale and she turned her face away.
Yang Qingheng pushed him away: "The doctor said Mom needs to keep a good mood. What are you doing here? Take your little lover and get out of here."
Song Hengjue waved awkwardly at Xu Lan and led her out the door.
As soon as the ward door closed, Xu Lan couldn't help but say, "I didn't mean to."
"I know, it's none of your business, you should go back now." Song Hengjue pinched his brow, his head throbbing.
Xu Lan hesitated for a few seconds: "Then I'll come see Auntie another day." After saying that, she picked up her bag and went outside.
Song Hengjue glanced at the two women in the ward who seemed to be getting along well. Instead of going back immediately, he went to the cafeteria and bought two bowls of lean meat porridge before carrying them back to the ward.
"Are you hungry? Have something to eat first." He opened the package directly in front of Yao Ying.
Yao Ying pouted, unwilling to talk to him, but it was already evening and she was indeed very hungry, so she coldly accepted the food.
Yang Qingheng didn't stand on ceremony with him and took a box herself, opening it.
Yao Ying patted the back of her hand after she finished eating: "Today was supposed to be your birthday, you should be happy, but this happened instead. Heng Jue is the one who wronged you. I'll give him a good beating when I'm feeling better to get revenge for you. You've been cooking and running to the hospital with me today, you must be exhausted. Go home and rest now."
Yang Qingheng hesitated.
Yao Ying nudged her: "Hengjue can keep watch here tonight, you don't need to worry about it. Do you think he's such a grown man and can't take care of me?"
Yang Qingheng sighed and went outside.
As soon as Yang Qingheng closed the door, Yao Ying's smile vanished, replaced by a serious expression: "Song Hengjue, tell me honestly, what is your relationship with that Xu Lan?"
Song Hengjue had a headache: "It's nothing, she's just a friend's sister, and I was asked to take care of her."
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