"Mr. Song, you're back." The aunt had just returned from grocery shopping and met Song Hengjue in the yard, so she quickly greeted him.
Song Hengjue nodded in response, his gaze sweeping across the living room without lingering on the two of them, before turning to the housekeeper and asking, "Qingheng hasn't returned?"
I panicked for no reason again.
Song Hengjue felt that he probably really needed to see a doctor. It had only been half an hour since he last called, and Yang Qingheng was already getting annoyed with him. If this continued, they might have another argument.
"No, I usually get off work around this time, it'll probably only take about ten minutes. I'll go cook first." The aunt shook her head, looking at Song Hengjue's alarmed expression, and found it amusing.
After learning that Xu Changchang and Song Hengjue had no relationship, she realized that she had misunderstood Song Hengjue too much and no longer had many opinions about him.
Song Hengjue didn't hear what she said. He had already dialed the number on his phone, but there was no response for a long time.
"Hengjue, if you ask me, you shouldn't call. Qingheng might even get annoyed by you," Gao Xiao'e mocked. "I've seen her out with other men these past few days, having a great time together. She's not in the mood to answer your calls."
If any other man heard these words from his fiancée's mother, he would have been furious. Even if he trusted his fiancée completely, he would have some doubts. Song Hengjue immediately thought of the pretty boy who came to the hospital. Yang Qingheng had indeed visited him at the hospital a couple of days ago.
But looking at Gao Xiao'e's eager face, he felt something was off, so he pretended to be annoyed and asked, "Who did she see?"
They've taken the bait.
Gao Xiao'e and her son exchanged a glance, both of them excited.
“Hengjue, although Qingheng is my daughter, I am not an unreasonable person. It is really wrong of her to do such a thing,” she sighed. “I just saw her with another man at the Baifu Hotel. After thinking about it, I still can’t get over it. I have to give you a reminder.”
Arrest her! Go catch her in the act! Abandon her and cancel the engagement.
Thinking of the immense wealth, Gao Xiao'e's face practically lit up with a smile.
Song Hengjue was terrified, his face turning a terrifyingly grim expression: "Take these two people under control. Fang Nan, call the police."
He took off running outside.
"Watch out!" Fang Nan exclaimed, running over to help him.
Song Hengjue had already gotten up from the ground and was limping as he ran outside.
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"Sir, you cannot open the guest's room." Several security guards failed to stop Song Hengjue, not to mention that his bodyguards arrived shortly after he arrived.
"Get out of the way!" Song Hengjue's eyes were bloodshot, almost violent. He kicked open the door next to him, but did not see any familiar faces, and continued to the next room.
Two bodyguards stopped a group of security guards, while the other bodyguards helped kick down the door. The hotel was in chaos. The people in the back rooms were frightened and obediently opened the door for him to check before Song Hengjue could kick it down.
This can't go on.
Song Hengjue felt a pang of panic. He glanced upstairs and suddenly had a strong premonition. He gritted his teeth and went upstairs.
The door was kicked open with a bang.
"Qingheng!" The bright red blood stung Song Hengjue's eyes.
Even the phrase "blood flowing backwards" wouldn't be enough to describe his feelings at that moment.
Song Hengjue's body temperature seemed to drop to freezing point in an instant, so much so that his brain did not make any commands at first.
Yang Qingheng's face was covered in blood. She sensed a familiar presence, and all her strength seemed to vanish in an instant. She mumbled incoherently, "I killed someone... Song Hengjue, I killed someone... What should I do?" The scissors in her hand were held stiffly in the air.
Song Hengjue pressed her into his arms and checked her over twice to make sure she had no wounds. Only then did her body temperature seem to return to normal. He held her trembling body tightly in his arms.
"It'll be alright, it'll be alright," he reached out to grab the scissors from her hand, which were already embedded in her flesh. Blood and flesh mingled with the edges of the scissors, because this was her only weapon. Song Hengjue felt as if she had been shoved into a jar of strong acid, her heart a bloody mess, and she forgot to breathe. "Qingheng, it's safe now, I'm here."
"Why did you take so long to come?" Yang Qingheng's soul returned, and tears streamed down her face like falling water. Her hoarse sobs lost all decorum, only a subconscious emotional outburst.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, don't be afraid, I'm here..." Song Hengjue apologized again and again, his heart torn to pieces by the sobs.
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