"Yang Qingheng, I like you." Song Hengjue held the flowers, his palms sweating with nervousness. His dark eyes were as deep as a spring, affectionate and clear, leaving no room for doubt about his words.
Yang Qingheng was silent for two seconds: "I know."
Song Hengjue: ...It doesn't seem to be the proper procedure.
Shouldn't you say "I like you too"?
The prepared confession was interrupted, and Song Hengjue stood frozen in place, his mouth opening and closing, sweat beading on his neck.
Yueji couldn't speak anymore, and finally her eyes turned red with anxiety. She gritted her teeth and asked, "Yang Qingheng, will you marry me?"
He was stunned after saying that, and his blood rushed to his face. He wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
Yang Qingheng almost choked on her saliva, and coughed lightly: "...It's not impossible."
Song Hengjue's heart skipped a beat, and he felt his mind go blank. As if he had practiced countless times, he took out a small box from his pocket.
The ring is a pink diamond, and it looks like a work of art on Yang Qingheng's slender fingers.
Feeling the man's passionate kiss, Yang Qingheng's fingers trembled, but she held him tightly in her hand, leaving no room for retreat.
"Alright, alright, everyone's happy now." Yao Ying was moved to tears, even more excited than the two people involved. She ran over excitedly and grabbed their hands.
They've finally remarried; her beloved daughter-in-law is finally back.
"We'll still be family..." she said, hugging Yang Qingheng tightly.
“Yes, we’re family.” Yang Qingheng patted her back, her eyes fixed on the shop window.
Song Hengjue was still immersed in the joy of his successful proposal when he followed Yang Qingheng's gaze and his face turned pale.
Who else could the man across the street be but Gu Yi!
He subconsciously looked at Yang Qingheng and reached out to grab her wrist, but the woman suddenly pushed him away and rushed across the street like the wind.
With his hand still suspended in the air, Song Hengjue dejectedly withdrew it.
"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and chase after them!" Yao Ying was exasperated and kicked him in the shin before chasing after them first.
When the two arrived, Yang Qingheng had already grabbed Gu Yi.
The two were pulling and tugging at each other on the street, looking just like a couple.
"So you were here! I've finally caught you." Yang Qingheng gritted her teeth.
That bastard hid himself quite well; the police searched for him for years without finding him.
To Song Hengjue, these words sounded like Yang Qingheng still harboring feelings for Gu Yi and had been searching for him for many years.
He gritted his teeth, stepped forward, and tightly grabbed Yang Qingheng's wrist to separate the two.
So what? She's his girlfriend! No, she's his fiancée now.
"Yang Qingheng, don't pull him."
"What are you doing?" Yang Qingheng looked at him in confusion, shook off his hand, and forcefully pressed Gu Yi, who was about to escape, to the ground. There was a thud, the sound of Gu Yi's knee hitting the ground.
Yao Ying's teeth ached, and she subconsciously took a step back, unsure if her knee was cracked; it was quite frightening.
Realizing what was happening, they rushed over to help Yang Qingheng pin the person to the ground, cursing under their breath: "You stinking rat in the gutter, we've finally caught you."
Yang Qingheng snorted coldly and called the police with her phone.
Even after arriving at the police station, Song Hengjue was still in shock from the bizarre scene before him.
"Ms. Yang, we will hand over the case to the Xishan Town Police Station as soon as possible. We will notify you immediately of any follow-up actions." The police officer assured them and politely saw them out of the police station.
Yang Qingheng nodded, then, as if remembering something, turned back and reminded him, "This Gu Yi is very cunning and has a lot of bad intentions. You must keep a close eye on him and make sure he doesn't get away again."
Only after the police repeatedly assured her did she and Song Hengjue get into the car.
"What...what's going on?" Song Hengjue finally asked his first question of the day.
Yao Ying was about to frown when she remembered that her son only had the memories of a seventeen-year-old. She quickly explained how Gu Yi had harmed Yang Qingheng and how he had managed to win over his ex-girlfriend.
Song Hengjue breathed a sigh of relief, but then became somewhat annoyed.
That's utterly despicable.
Yang Qingheng noticed something amiss and leaned closer: "By the way, why did you see that expression on his face just now? Have you seen him before?"
Song Hengjue froze, stammering.
Yang Qingheng recalled what the police had said about Gu Yi hiding in her factory, and she also remembered how Song Hengjue had refused to let her eat at the factory that day, and how he had even conspired with the driver to prevent her from going to the factory this morning. She couldn't help but understand.
She grabbed his face, both amused and annoyed: "So you saw him in the factory that day and didn't tell me?"
If she hadn't happened to see it today, wouldn't that bastard Gu Yi have gotten away again?
Song Hengjue felt embarrassed and lowered his head, his ears feeling like they were on fire.
Yang Qingheng couldn't help but laugh when she saw him burying his head and pretending to be a quail.
"Stupid." Yao Ying sighed, amused by her son's antics.
Turning to look at Yang Qingheng, he couldn't contain his joy: "The engagement is halfway done. When do you think we should have an engagement banquet so I can prepare in advance?"
"Why bother with an engagement banquet? Let's just set a date and get married," Yang Qingheng said decisively.
She didn't like these kinds of banquets; they were too much of a hassle and fuss.
Besides, she's already been married to Song Hengjue once, and all her relatives know her. It would be awkward to hold another engagement party.
"Marriage is great, marriage is great!" Yao Ying was so happy she couldn't stop smiling. She wished she could push the two of them to get married right away, but she was afraid that Yang Qingheng would think it was inappropriate, so she asked cautiously, "What do you think is a good time to get married? I'm not rushing you, but I just feel that there are too many things to prepare for a wedding in advance, so I need to prepare in advance, right?"
Yang Qingheng didn't have any requests, and turned to Song Hengjue: "What do you think?"
Song Hengjue glanced at the sky outside and said seriously, "I think the weather is nice today, it's probably a good day, otherwise..."
"You're crazy," Yang Qingheng's lips twitched. She gave up on him and made the decision herself, "June it is. Mom will go back and see what date is suitable."
Yao Ying repeatedly agreed.
The car stopped just then, and Song Hengjue followed behind the two of them, looking up at the sky.
He thought the weather was really nice.
As soon as Yang Qingheng entered the courtyard, she keenly sensed the strange atmosphere.
When the aunt saw them, it was like seeing a savior. She rushed over and said, "Oh dear, you're finally back! There's a stranger inside who says... we can't get rid of him."
Yang Qingheng noticed that she was speaking unclearly, so she strode into the living room. The person inside was Xu Lan, who was holding the same child from last time.
He frowned: "What are you doing at my house?"
Xu Lan chuckled: "What do you mean 'your home'? This is Song Hengjue's home, which is also the child's home."
Upon hearing this, Song Hengjue's legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground, leaning against the door frame, his face contorted in pain.
And who the hell is this guy?!
Yao Ying, standing beside him, had the same expression on her face. Looking at the child in Xu Lan's arms, her vision went black, and she almost fainted.
What a terrible thing!
Where did this baby come from?
He slapped Song Hengjue on the head protectively: "Is it yours?"
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