Yang Qingheng's brow twitched: "Where? Take me there."
In the corridor.
The two were deadlocked, and the old lady was anxiously pacing back and forth. One of them was a young man she had her eye on, and the other was the only son of the Ming family. If either of them got into trouble with her, she would offend someone!
Unfortunately, several people he called were unwilling to go up and mediate the fight. He gritted his teeth and, risking his old bones, was about to rush forward.
"Mom." A hand grabbed her shoulder from behind.
Yang Qingheng coldly watched the two locked in combat, her crimson lips uttering a few words: "Have you had enough?"
The woman's voice was almost inaudible in the noise, but to everyone's astonishment, Song Hengjue actually stopped and subconsciously looked in their direction.
Mingyu, his eyes bloodshot, punched him squarely in the face, glared at him with hatred, and snatched his son back.
The brat hadn't realized the seriousness of the situation yet, waving his hands wildly, his innocent laughter echoing in the corridor.
"If you came here to fight, you're not welcome here. Please leave." Yang Qingheng carefully checked Xixi in Mingyu's arms twice, and only breathed a sigh of relief when she found no injuries. Her anger surged to the top of her head, and she said to Song Hengjue with annoyance.
His blunt words shocked everyone, and even Mu Huihe, who was standing to the side, looked at Song Hengjue with concern.
Unexpectedly, the man did not show any humiliation or anger at being publicly reprimanded. Instead, he lowered his eyes slightly, his flickering gaze looking guiltily at Yang Qingheng opposite him.
He wiped the blood from his face with his backhand, and the tall man, who was over 1.8 meters tall, looked somewhat incongruous... pitiful?
Even the most oblivious guests sensed something was amiss.
Zhou Shuwen tried to smooth things over with a laugh: "Today is Huihe's birthday, a joyous occasion. I don't know if you two young people have any misunderstandings. Let's leave it for later. Give the old lady some face and don't make a fuss for now." As she spoke, she took the opportunity to glare at Song Hengjue in a direction that no one could see.
That brat, I knew nothing good would come from seeing him.
Exhausted by the series of misfortunes, Mu Huihe nodded and instructed the waiter beside her, "Quickly take Young Master Ming and Hengjue to treat their wounds."
They said they were taking the two of them to treat their wounds, but actually only Song Hengjue was injured. Because he was holding a child in his arms, he didn't fight back hard and instead took several punches from Mingyu.
"Please excuse my rudeness, it's just a small matter, don't take it to heart. Enjoy your meal and have fun," Zhou Shuwen said, gesturing for the guests to proceed to the banquet hall.
"Please forgive the poor hospitality," Yang Qingheng said apologetically, helping Mu Huihe towards the outside.
Song Hengjue stood in the corner, glancing at Yang Qingheng from time to time, but the woman never looked at him even once until she disappeared at the end of the corridor.
"Mr. Song?" the waiter reminded him.
Song Hengjue then came to her senses and followed him toward the guest room.
The cotton ball pressed against his face, making him wince in pain and gasp for breath.
"You, what could you do? Snatching someone else's child to hold, no wonder they beat you up." Fang Nan only found out about this from others, and leaned against the cabinet next to him, laughing gleefully.
"No one will think you're mute if you don't speak." Song Hengjue stopped pressing the cotton ball and glanced at him briefly.
I realized I had misunderstood, and felt a little embarrassed belatedly.
"I wish you were mute!" A cold laugh came from outside. Yang Qingheng pushed open the door and came in, her face so dark it could drip water.
Sometimes I really want to pry open this idiot's brain to see what's inside.
Making Mingyu's child call him "Dad"—it's amazing that this idiot even thought of it.
Song Hengjue's hand trembled, and the cotton ball fell to the ground with a thud. He didn't even know where to put his hands, looking as awkward as a little kid who had made a mistake in kindergarten.
Fang Nan looked at Yang Qingheng's cold face, shrank his neck, and wisely turned around and left, even thoughtfully closing the guest room door for them.
"Song Hengjue, you were born to cause trouble for others, weren't you? Finish applying your medicine and get out of here." Yang Qingheng was going crazy from this banquet, her ears were practically steaming from being so busy, and now she couldn't stand anything about Song Hengjue.
Song Hengjue pursed his lips, staring intently at her. He found her flustered appearance rather cute, and couldn't help but smile.
Thinking that they would be returning to Hainan Province after the banquet, and that China was so vast, with them scattered across the country, they wondered if they would ever have the chance to meet again in this lifetime.
His eyes darkened, and the corners of his mouth, which had just been raised, drooped heavily again.
However, Yang Qingheng still managed to catch that fleeting smile.
She was furious: "You idiot, how dare you laugh at me! Get out! You don't need to wait until the banquet is over, get out right now!"
"Oh." Song Hengjue was slapped so hard that he shuddered and jumped up reflexively. The movement aggravated his wounds, causing him to wince in pain. His eyes stung and turned slightly red.
It looked like she could shed tears.
Yang Qingheng looked at his inexplicably pitiful face, pursed her lips, and couldn't bring herself to slap him a second time with her hand raised in the air. She glared at him, pushed open the door, and went straight out.
They bumped right into Tang Bainian, who was about to push the door open and come in.
"Mom is looking for you, so I came to call you." Tang Bainian casually put his arm around her waist, gave Song Hengjue a warning look, and closed the door, cruelly shutting out his burning gaze.
"Then let's hurry up and go out." Yang Qingheng nodded, took his arm, and the smile on her face was so perfect that it looked as if it had been measured with a ruler. From a distance, it looked like a beautiful scene of a loving couple.
As soon as she got closer, she saw Mu Xiaoxiao clinging to the old lady, anxiously shaking her hand: "Mom, didn't you say you'd introduce me to some good-looking friends? Where are they?"
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