Song Hengjue's lips trembled slightly: "Take that thing away first."
"It doesn't bite." Yang Qingheng chuckled, glancing at the cat carrier placed in the corner of the amusement park not far away.
Song Hengjue cautiously lowered his leg from the door, his face grim: "Is this the Xuanxuan you were talking about?"
Seeing his unpleasant expression, Yang Qingheng knew he had misunderstood something. Recalling the misunderstanding caused by Song Hengjue holding Mingyu's child and asking him to call him "Dad," she almost burst out laughing.
"You're still laughing? Why didn't you explain it to me clearly in the first place?" Song Hengjue pursed his lips, feeling a little aggrieved, as if he were the biggest joke in the world.
Yang Qingheng chuckled, "How was I supposed to know your brain worked so strangely? Oh right, didn't you say you prepared a gift for my son? Let me see it." She held out a hand, confident and with a hint of schadenfreude.
"No, let's eat." Song Hengjue thought of the house full of building blocks and toy guns he had prepared, and felt secretly annoyed. He wondered how this woman would laugh at him if she found out.
Yang Qingheng knew he was embarrassed, so she stopped teasing him and simply sat down.
But she noticed that the man opposite her hadn't touched his chopsticks and was looking down, seemingly lost in thought. She leaned over curiously and said, "Are you angry? I really didn't mean to lie to you. Who knew you would misunderstand something like this?"
"You eat first, I'm going to the restroom." Song Hengjue said in a muffled voice, pushing away her outstretched hand and leaving her with only the back of his head.
Yang Qingheng watched the man's speechless, angry back and awkwardly touched the tip of her nose.
Tsk, what a temper.
"Qingheng? What are you doing here?" At the same time, a surprised yet familiar voice rang out from outside the door. Mu Huihe and Tang's father pushed the door open and entered.
Yang Qingheng's face was stiff. She only breathed a slight sigh of relief after seeing Song Hengjue disappear around the corner.
Mu Huihe hugged her shoulders affectionately, her eyes filled with delight: "I saw you from afar. I said it was you, but Bai Nian's father still didn't look like you. I told him my eyes are good and I couldn't be wrong. What are you doing here?"
She glanced at the table and saw two sets of cutlery. Then she looked at the facilities not far away and realized that this was clearly a children's themed restaurant!
Yang Qingheng's heart trembled, but she pretended to be calm and explained, "I was just talking to a business partner about a collaboration and we were thinking of having a meal together. I didn't expect to end up in this restaurant. I was wondering if there were any other restaurants nearby, so I decided to just make do here."
"Oh, you're so busy, you don't even have time to rest during meals." Mu Huihe sighed and patted her back with concern.
She turned her head and met her husband's gaze, a look that held a deep meaning.
He glanced at Yang Qingheng's belly frequently, secretly amused. He knew from Qingheng's fondness for the Ming family's child that she liked children. He had been hoping that Yang Qingheng would settle down and have a child for him to play with.
Judging from Yang Qingheng's current appearance, it should be soon.
The old lady was overjoyed; her legs no longer hurt, and her back no longer ached.
Yang Qingheng felt her hair stand on end, wondering when Song Hengjue would return. She just wanted to leave as soon as possible, otherwise, if the two groups met, who knew what kind of chaotic scene it would be.
He coughed lightly and said, "Mom and Dad, didn't you say you were going to the mall today? If we don't go now, it will get crowded after midnight, and we'll have to wait in line for ages to pay."
Mu Huihe gazed meaningfully at the children's playground not far away, waved her hand, slowly put down her bag, and sat down naturally opposite Yang Qingheng: "There's no rush. I'm just hungry. I'll eat something here first before I leave, right, Bai Nian's dad?"
Tang's father was puzzled, but nodded quickly.
"The food here is terrible." Yang Qingheng was on edge, her eyes constantly scanning the direction of the restroom, her palms sweating profusely.
The first hope is that Song Hengjue will have diarrhea, preferably be able to squat inside for two hours.
However, things did not go as planned.
The man came out of the bathroom the next second.
Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!
Yang Qingheng felt a chill run down her spine, her heart nearly leaping out of her throat. She held the fork and waved it strangely, gesturing to him.
Unfortunately, the man didn't see her movements at all. He was half-lowered, lost in his own world, when he casually pulled out a chair and sat down next to Yang Qingheng with astonishingly practiced movements.
Yang Qingheng's hair stood on end, and she almost fainted. She gritted her teeth and said, "Sir, this doesn't seem to be your seat, does it?"
"Stop joking..." Song Hengjue was speechless, but fell silent instantly when he looked up and met two familiar eyes opposite him.
Her bottom slipped off the chair with an almost silky smooth motion: "I was indeed in the wrong seat. I should have been at the next table."
“We’re all family, what’s wrong with that? Just sit here and eat, join in the fun.” Mu Huihe grabbed his sleeve and forcefully pressed him into a chair, her eyes filled with undisguised affection.
She hadn't seen Song Hengjue for a long time since that banquet, and had no reason to ask him out. It was fate that they met here.
Mu Huihe stared at Song Hengjue with the fervent look of a mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law. Yang Qingheng felt a chill run down her spine, unable to imagine how terrible the old lady's expression would be if she found out about their improper relationship.
“Yes, it’s just a matter of having an extra pair of chopsticks, Mr. Song, please don’t be so formal.” Tang’s father’s sharp eyes swept over Song Hengjue, and he reluctantly echoed his wife’s words.
Song Hengjue's mind went blank, and he subconsciously looked at Yang Qingheng beside him.
Yang Qingheng gritted her teeth, her hand under the table waving wildly at him.
Don't agree, don't go crazy.
Song Hengjue pursed his lips, and for some reason, his mind went blank, and he blurted out, "Then I'll have to trouble you."
Yang Qingheng's vision went black, and she almost fainted. The moment Song Hengjue sat down, she pinched Song Hengjue's thigh hard.
That bastard! Their relationship was already ambiguous. If she divorces Tang Bainian and gets together with him, wouldn't the old couple be furious when they think about what happened today?
They might even call her a liar.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, wishing he could put Song Hengjue in a sack and beat him up.
Song Hengjue gasped.
"Hengjue, what's wrong?" Mu Huihe asked in surprise.
Song Hengjue's temples throbbed with veins, and he shook his head with a forced smile: "I bumped into the table, it hurts a little, but it'll be fine after a while."
He casually reached under the table, forcefully pulled away Yang Qingheng's fingers that were pinching his leg, and then rubbed them hard in his palm as if venting his anger.
"That's good," Mu Huihe said. "I arranged for you to meet my daughter before, but there hasn't been a chance for you two to meet. When would you like to find a time to meet?"
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