"Bullshit, I'm the one who took care of everything for you," Song Hengjue laughed in exasperation at her blatant lies. He pressed on her waist, the stray hairs on his forehead brushing against her neck. "The bed isn't soft, it's not. I'm always the one serving you, can't you let me have my way this time?"
His lips pressed against her soft flesh in a flattering gesture.
...
Yang Qingheng felt as if an eternity had passed. She bit her lip, turned around, grabbed his spiky hair, and forced him to look up. Her soft fingertips brushed against his lips, which seemed to be covered with a layer of moisture, making him blush and his heart race. She was a little annoyed: "Do you still want it?"
Song Hengjue succeeded and pressed down on her shoulder.
The two woke up again the next morning.
Yang Qingheng stretched and got up, reaching out to her side where she felt a cold, damp spot. She had no idea how long Song Hengjue had been gone.
Warm water and a note were thoughtfully placed by the bedside.
I'm going to work, and breakfast is keeping warm in the kitchen. I'll come back at noon to have lunch with you.
She glanced at the time; it was already 10 a.m. Her stomach was empty, so she quickly washed up and went to the kitchen to find something to eat.
It was millet porridge cooked by Song Hengjue, along with a plate of steamed buns. The taste was alright.
After Yang Qingheng finished eating, she finally had the energy to observe the house.
It was a detached villa, with nothing but essential furniture and household items, making it seem rather deserted. It was probably his own house, while Yao Ying lived in another place.
Yang Qingheng breathed a slight sigh of relief. With this divorce and the continuation of their relationship, she felt awkward and strange every time she saw Yao Ying.
She didn't bring much, and she didn't know when Song Hengjue had already packed it for her. Several sets of clothes were neatly hung in the closet, next to his.
Upon seeing the scenery inside the courtyard, she paused, her pupils suddenly contracting.
This courtyard... is exactly the same as the courtyard in her previous life.
"Mr. Song planted them himself. Several batches died, but they were finally planted neatly this year," the aunt pushed open the door and came in. When she saw her, a look of amazement flashed in her eyes. She came forward with a smile and said, "I am the housekeeper. I am responsible for cooking and cleaning. Just tell me if you need anything."
Yang Qingheng nodded politely and exchanged a few pleasantries before going upstairs. Feeling extremely bored, she decided to go to Song Hengjue's study to find a book to read.
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"Mr. Song, don't rush to refuse me. You'll only make a profit on this deal. Once you miss this opportunity, you won't find another good deal like this." Bai Wei looked at the man in the driver's seat and tried to persuade him, unwilling to give up.
Song Hengjue stared intently at the road ahead, his brows furrowed: "Miss Bai, if you keep repeating this to yourself, then get out. Also, don't talk while driving, shut up."
I wanted to slap myself.
If he had known these two would be so difficult to deal with, he definitely wouldn't have hesitated to let them get in the car.
The claim that it was impossible to hail a taxi in the suburbs was a lie; the woman got into the car specifically to discuss this matter.
Bai Wei felt awkward and finally shut her mouth, somewhat speechless.
Song Hengjue is not a child anymore; he shouldn't be so naive.
A few million dollars are not worth as much as a woman?
Besides, it was just a fake marriage, and they divorced after a few years. He's a grown man, and he didn't lose out. He's such a blockhead and a stubborn person.
If she weren't afraid of getting into trouble with others after collaborating, she wouldn't bother with him at all.
Qi Lian, who was standing nearby, noticed that Bai Wei's complexion was not good. His pupils contracted slightly, and his dark eyes swept over Song Hengjue in front of him.
Song Hengjue was oblivious and honked his horn before smoothly turning the corner, only to see a truck suddenly rushing towards him.
His expression changed, and he forcefully turned the steering wheel.
At home.
Yang Qingheng checked the time countless times, her heart pounding wildly.
It was already 1 p.m., almost an hour and a half after get off work. Given how persistent Song Hengjue had been lately, it was impossible that he hadn't even made a phone call.
Is something wrong with the company?
After hesitating for a moment, I stood up, picked up my bag, and was about to leave when my phone suddenly rang.
The woman's voice pierced through her ears, and Yang Qingheng's mind went blank; she was no longer able to think.
I bent down to put on my shoes, but I couldn't help falling on my bottom. I then realized that my hands and feet were so weak that I had no strength left.
The aunt exclaimed in surprise and rushed over to help her.
Yang Qingheng was in a daze, pushed her hand away, and ran outside in a panic.
Hearing the chaotic sounds coming from the other end, Bai Wei quickly explained, "There's no danger to your life."
But no echo was heard.
Song Hengjue rubbed his head, wincing in pain: "Who exactly are you?"
He had asked this question three times before Bai Wei finally looked at him. A thought flashed through her mind, her eyes widened, and she suddenly leaned close to his face, almost as if she wanted to kiss him. She smiled gently and asked, "Guess?"
Startled, Song Hengjue jerked backward, aggravating the wound on his head and wincing in pain, almost cursing out loud.
He woke up in a strange hospital room, and to make matters worse, there was a woman he didn't recognize!
He stared intently at the machine, about half the size of a palm, in Bai Wei's hand, and at the unfamiliar and strange surroundings. His fingernails dug into the bed, and he felt uneasy.
She pursed her lips, glanced at the unfamiliar woman in front of her, and said warily, "Fine, don't tell me then."
"You heartless bastard, you've even forgotten me," Bai Wei sniffed, grabbing his hand and holding it tightly. "Hengjue, I'm your fiancée."
Song Hengjue stared intently into her eyes, as if trying his best to process this absurd information, and uttered two words under Bai Wei's expectant gaze.
"fart."
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