Before, it was just nightmares, at least I could live a normal life, but now it's starting to harm my body.
They were even more curious about what had happened in those short two months that had made the man seem so lost.
He probed, "You went to see her?"
"Yes." Song Hengjue nodded.
Dr. Cheng was silent for a moment: "If you really can't let it go, you can try to make amends. It may not be of any use, but at least you'll feel much better."
“She has a family, I can’t do this.” Song Hengjue struggled for a moment, then firmly shook his head.
Even if the couple isn't happy now, given Yang Qingheng's ruthless nature, she might not give him another chance.
Song Hengjue frowned, his mood suddenly becoming somewhat depressed.
This time it was the doctor's turn to be shocked. He slammed his hand on the table, as if he had seen some kind of social outcast: "What kind of things are you thinking? Who told you to interfere in someone else's marriage? I'm saying you can do something to express your repentance."
This is hopeless! So shameless!
Dr. Cheng thought to himself, "This is a bad feeling."
Song Hengjue was stunned, her ears burning. She pressed her fist to her lips, coughed dryly, and said somewhat awkwardly, "I... that's what I actually meant. I was saying that she has a husband, and my status is not right. If I do anything, it could easily cause misunderstandings."
Dr. Cheng saw through it at a glance, and was also very perceptive enough not to expose him.
As soon as Song Hengjue stepped out, Fang Nan rushed up to him, anxiously asking, "How did it go? What did Dr. Cheng say?"
"It's nothing, get in the car, let's go home." Song Hengjue recalled their conversation in the ward earlier and didn't really want to say it aloud, so he glanced at him.
"Tsk, I'm just trying to show you some concern and you don't even appreciate it." Fang Nan was used to his bad temper and didn't argue with him, opening the driver's side door.
Song Hengjue stared blankly out the window, his eyes vacant.
Fang Nan glanced at the rearview mirror and remained silent for a moment.
Tsk, she's kind of pitiful.
"Drive your car, if you want to die, don't drag me down with you." A sarcastic voice came from the back seat.
Fang Nan hardened his fist.
"Wait, stop." Song Hengjue raised his hand, his gaze fixed on the view outside the window.
Fang Nan was puzzled. He followed the man's gaze and instinctively slammed on the brakes: "What the hell?"
In the jewelry store next door, Tang Bainian was putting a ring on the finger of the woman next to him. His lowered eyebrows softened under the light, and the smile in his eyes was even more gentle. Anyone who saw them would praise them as a perfect match.
However, the problem is, that damn woman next to him isn't Yang Qingheng!
Song Hengjue's face turned as black as a pot lid.
"Stupid woman!" He punched the armrest next to him, and a small piece of it immediately cracked.
She had said in the hospital room that Tang Bainian, that vixen who seduces people, was unreliable, but she wouldn't believe it. Now look what's happened!
You bastard! You never cherish someone you married!
Song Hengjue became angrier the more he thought about it.
Seeing him push open the car door, looking aggressive and ready to fight, Fang Nan grabbed his sleeve in a flash: "What are you doing! Fighting someone in the street, aren't you afraid of going to jail!"
Song Hengjue's veins bulged as he shoved him away, yelling, "You bastard, I'll teach him a lesson!"
Fang Nan gritted his teeth, squatted down and hugged his calf tightly: "Brother Heng, calm down. This is a private matter between a married couple. What are you doing getting involved, an outsider?"
"Then let that bastard keep it from Yang Qingheng?" Song Hengjue said.
Fang Nan was silent for a moment, then hesitated: "How do you know Yang Qingheng doesn't know about this? Even if she doesn't, do you think she'd believe her own husband or you, her unrelated ex-husband?"
The heat in Song Hengjue's mind slowly cooled down. His eyes were still fixed on the store, carefully memorizing the woman's face, before he opened the passenger door.
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Tang Bainian pushed open the door, saw Yang Qingheng on the sofa, paused for a moment, casually hung his suit on the rack next to him, and slowly walked over and sat down next to her.
He stayed quietly by her side for a long time before speaking with concern: "Why are you back so early today? You look so worried."
“The land next to the welfare home is currently up for bidding. I’m a little worried. If a factory is built there, it won’t be a suitable place for the children to live.” Yang Qingheng frowned.
Besides, a new welfare home has been built there, so moving would be really difficult.
Upon hearing the words "orphanage," Tang Bainian's fingers paused slightly, his lowered eyes revealing a dark and unfathomable expression.
Yang Qingheng had been spending a lot of energy on this orphanage. Although something felt off, her enthusiasm for children made it all make sense.
It wasn't until the day Song Hengjue mentioned the orphanage that her sudden change of attitude made him realize that this thing was not only important to Yang Qingheng, but also related to Song Hengjue's ex-husband!
This is a secret that belongs to the two of them, one that he doesn't know!
Tang Bainian was having trouble breathing. He loosened the top button of his collar, then looked up with a gentle smile on his face: "I've heard about this too. Whether it's a factory or some other facility hasn't been decided yet. It depends on who wins the bid. But since it's in the suburbs, the possibility of building a factory is still very high."
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