A large hand wrapped around her waist, its scalding heat penetrating the thin fabric, sending shivers down Yang Qingheng's spine.
I wonder how long this man has been here, and whether he heard her outrageous remarks just now.
Embarrassed by her belated realization, she wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground.
However, one cannot lose face in front of outsiders.
Yang Qingheng straightened her back and pretended to be shy, burying her face in his chest: "What are you saying outside?"
Li Jiaoyan was so jealous that her eyes turned red, but with Song Hengjue there, she had to grit her teeth and swallow her anger, forcing a smile as she patted the seat next to her: "Brother Hengjue, you're going to town, right? There's just one seat left here."
After speaking, he stared intently at Song Hengjue's mouth, a hint of anticipation in his eyes.
There were no seats when she arrived, but now she can squeeze in with Song Hengjue? This woman is really lying through her teeth, bullying people with her tiny bit of power.
Yang Qingheng was furious and looked coldly at Song Hengjue.
That bastard! If he dares to sit with his childhood sweetheart tonight, she'll chop him up!
“Since there’s only one spot, let’s leave it for someone else,” Song Hengjue glanced at her indifferently, then put his arm around Yang Qingheng’s waist and headed towards the village entrance. “Your sister-in-law is delicate and fragile; I’m afraid she’ll get hurt if she squeezes onto the bus by herself.”
As he spoke, he gave Yang Qingheng a doting smile.
This gave Yang Qingheng goosebumps. Seeing Li Jiaoyan's jealous look, she nodded obediently: "Yes, your brother Hengjue feels sorry for me."
Li Jiaoyan hadn't recovered from being called "sister-in-law" when Yang Qingheng's words infuriated her so much that she nearly fainted.
As soon as they were out of sight, Song Hengjue released Yang Qingheng's large hand from her waist without any hesitation.
With the heat source gone, Yang Qingheng stared at the back of his head and rolled her eyes dramatically.
I wonder who it was in her past life who desperately wanted to hold her while sleeping, and would throw a tantrum if she didn't let him. If he were twenty years younger, he would be so arrogant that he would even dare to complain about her.
"You have a big problem with me?" The man in front of him suddenly turned around.
Yang Qingheng rolled her eyes so hard she almost twitched. She coughed awkwardly and said, "...No, I just got some sand in my eye."
Song Hengjue's lips curled into a mocking smile, but he didn't expose her.
"Give me back the money in the cabinet."
What?
Yang Qingheng was taken aback. Seeing his serious expression, she laughed in exasperation: "Song Hengjue, it's just twenty yuan, why are you making such a fuss?"
How come I never noticed how stingy he was before?
"Twenty? I meant the five hundred yuan in the metal box," Song Hengjue frowned, his face turning ashen as he suddenly remembered something. He grabbed her shoulder. "Yang Qingheng, did you give that money to that pretty boy?"
Five hundred? You spent it on that gigolo?
Yang Qingheng almost choked on her own saliva, racking her brains but still unable to figure out how she had spent all that money in her past life.
She suddenly felt a little uneasy. Judging from how she acted when she was young, she might have really stolen the money and given it to Gu Yi.
"Yang Qingheng, speak up!" Song Hengjue laughed angrily. "You took all five hundred yuan?"
"Who said I took it? I didn't take it. I just put it away for you. I'll give it to you when you need it. Can't we, as a couple, have some trust?" Yang Qingheng rarely saw him so angry, and she was startled. She retorted loudly with her neck stiff.
She was heartbroken but had no tears left. Five hundred yuan was two years' income for an average rural family in the 1970s. Where was she going to find such a large sum of money to make up for this shortfall?
Song Hengjue was skeptical, his eyes practically overflowing with mockery: "Husband and wife? It's really rare to hear that word from your mouth."
As soon as he finished speaking, the bus slowly came to a stop in front of the two of them.
Song Hengjue strode into the car.
Finally, the topic of money was over, and Yang Qingheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly followed.
Perhaps because the two of them arrived late today, the car was packed with people, and even the standing room was crowded.
Yang Qingheng frowned almost imperceptibly, squeezed her way to Song Hengjue's side, and seeing the gap between his arm and the car window, she skillfully slipped under his armpit.
Song Hengjue was speechless. She stretched out her long legs, separating herself from the crowd outside.
His subconscious actions made him involuntarily furrow his brows, and as if he had been electrocuted, he pulled his hands and feet back and placed them naturally.
Yang Qingheng naturally noticed it too, and gave his arm a hard shove with the back of her hand, her tone laced with a hint of sourness that even she herself couldn't quite detect: "Your movements are so practiced, do you often do this before? Which younger sister are you so nice to?"
She was so skilled because of her experience from her past life, but before today, she had never gone out with Song Hengjue, so where did he get this habit from?
If I had known that he and Li Jiaoyan were childhood sweethearts and went to and from school together, maybe that's how he developed that habit!
Yang Qingheng was inexplicably irritated, and the sight of Song Hengjue's face made her angry: "Can't you see I'm hot? Why are you standing so close to me!"
Women's moods change faster than the weather.
Song Heng took a deep breath, remembering that they were in public, and decided not to argue with her. He reached out and pulled open half of the window, saying, "Shut your mouth."
Yang Qingheng pouted, about to speak, when she suddenly smelled a strange odor. Following the direction, she saw that someone had brought up the chicken coop, just a little bit next to her.
I could still vaguely see the dark yellow chicken droppings stuck to the chicken feet. My stomach churned, and I almost threw up the sweet potato I had just eaten.
"Pretentious." Song Hengjue glanced at her indifferently, his face full of disdain. He turned to block her view and opened the window wider.
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