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The aunt was startled by his sudden cold expression, and became even more curious as she watched Tang Bainian go out.

After so many years of working in the Tang family, this was the first time she saw her husband so angry. Who was the man outside and what was his relationship with his wife?

After all, I didn't dare to eavesdrop on the master's conversation. I looked at him from a distance and then returned to the kitchen honestly.

Song Hengjue? What is he doing here?

Seeing the man outside the door, Yang Qingheng frowned subconsciously.

"Song Hengjue, what are you doing here?" Tang Bainian came from behind and put his arm around Yang Qingheng's shoulders.

A tacit way of asserting sovereignty among men.

The expression on Yang Qingheng's face was unnatural for a moment. She knew that Tang Bainian was helping her, so she didn't throw away his hand.

Song Hengjue was startled and suddenly came to his senses. He also realized how rude it was to come uninvited. He clenched his fists awkwardly and looked at the woman opposite him with his dark eyes pleadingly.

After Tang Bainian reminded her, Yang Qingheng broke into a cold sweat and became even more annoyed.

Song Hengjue, this idiot, was originally suspicious of the Tang family's marriage. Fortunately, they were not at home now, otherwise she would not have been able to explain it clearly!

His good expression suddenly disappeared, and he rolled his eyes at him and said coldly: "I don't think we are familiar enough to have dinner together. Boss Song, are you being very rude at this time?"

Tang Bainian curled his lips, and there was a hint of undetectable pride in his eyes.

Song Hengjue was heartbroken. When he saw the couple holding their arms around their shoulders and about to go inside, without giving him a chance to speak, he became anxious and said, "Yang Qingheng, I want to tell you about the welfare home."

His hand on the railing suddenly tightened, and the purple veins on the back of his hand bulged slightly, and his voice contained an obvious plea: "Just three minutes, just give me three minutes, please."

Yang Qingheng knew that this day would come when she heard Song Hengjue ask her if she was reborn a few nights ago, but she didn't expect that this day would come so quickly, and she was stunned.

Tang Bainian noticed Yang Qingheng's moved expression and subconsciously tightened his molars. Annoyance flashed through his eyes, but he pretended to be gentle and lowered his head, rubbing the top of her hair: "I'm going to see the white fungus soup that Auntie made for you. Okay, you don’t like sweet drinks lately, I’ll add some sugar for you.”

"Okay." Yang Qingheng did not refuse.

Tang Bainian's eyes dimmed for a second, then he turned and walked inside. When he passed by Song Hengjue, his eyes were nakedly warning.

The couple whispered in a matching and warm manner, and Song Hengjue felt a little uncomfortable for no reason.

The things he had done before were now done by other men, and they were done better than him. Suddenly, he didn't know whether it was meaningful to ask those old sesame seeds and rotten millet things again.

Even if I ask, what's the use?

He gritted his teeth, turned around and left.

Yang Qingheng looked coldly: "Come when you want, leave when you want. Where do you think this is? If you have anything to do, just tell me quickly. Don't waste my time."

Song Hengjue took a deep breath, turned around suddenly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Why is the orphanage you built called Chen'an? Don't you dislike that child?"

Why choose this name if you don't like it? All thoughts are in a jumble.

Yang Qingheng sneered, poking at his heart and lungs with each word: "Where did the child come from? Song Hengjue, look at your worthless appearance, you are such a coward, why should I give you a child? Besides..."

She paused and said with a chilling indifference: "It's just a bunch of cells. Don't you think you're ridiculous if you come here to go crazy over such a thing?"

Song Hengjue's hands and feet were cold, and his mind was blank. He couldn't believe that these words came from Yang Qingheng's mouth. His eyes were so red that he seemed to be crying in the next second.

"So you aborted our child just to be with another man?"

He knew she was cruel, but he didn't know she could be so cruel.

It was a fetus and could see the life of its little hands and feet. How could she say it so easily.

"What man?" Yang Qingheng was stunned and suddenly laughed angrily.

So he pissed her off, forced her to divorce, and even sent her to a detention center for a woman who didn't even exist. He even almost sent her to jail for more than ten years?

Thinking of those days in the detention center, Yang Qingheng's hands in his sleeves trembled uncontrollably. She grabbed his collar and said terrifyingly cruel words: "Yes, it's for a man. Guess...who it's for?"

Song Hengjue was silent, his heart ashen.

Yang Qingheng laughed out loud, feeling an almost pathological sense of revenge, like an executioner: "Song Hengjue, you are the one who killed your child. It was you who said that if the child was born without a mother, it would be better not to be born at all, so... , I couldn’t survive, so I… took him away too.”

"When did I say..." Song Hengjue's pupils shrank suddenly, his scalp was numb, regret, pain, and self-blame all rushed to him. His face turned pale and his mouth murmured, but he could not utter a word.

It was him. When Yang Qingheng asked him if he would be willing to raise the child alone, it was he who said that if the child had no mother, it would be better not to be born.

"I...I didn't mean that at the beginning..." He shook his head repeatedly, his eyes were distracted, and he stumbled to sit on the ground, speaking incoherently.

What did he do?

Yang Qingheng didn't show any pity. He looked at him briefly, turned around and left.

Song Hengjue's hand was desperately grabbed by the man, and Song Hengjue's voice trembled: "I'm sorry, Yang Qingheng, I didn't mean it. I was afraid. I thought you were going to divorce me, so I said those words..."

"Okay," Yang Qingheng turned back suddenly and kicked his hand away, "Song Hengjue, I don't want to think about what happened in the past. From now on, we will go back to our own way and end this relationship. If you come to disturb my life again, ,Kill you!"

Tang Bainian finally heard the sound of the door opening and turned around with a smile: "The tremella soup is ready, drink some while it's hot."

Yang Qingheng's tense expression relaxed, she reached out to take it, her eyes touched his wrist, and she gasped: "How did your hands get like this?"

It was blood red and had a few whitish blisters.

I was still in the mood to drink white fungus soup, so I hurriedly went to the cupboard to look through the medicine kit.

"I'm fine. I just accidentally got burned while filling the Tremella Soup. It will be fine in a few days." Tang Bainian knelt down to comfort her, his tone reproachful.

It was as if he had done something wrong when he burned his hand.

Thinking that he was helping her cook white fungus soup, Yang Qingheng felt even more uncomfortable. She took a needle to pick up blisters for him. When the man sucked in the cold air, she was so nervous that she trembled all over.

"How about this? Will it hurt?"

The aunt touched the smile in Tang Bainian's eyes and rolled her eyes almost to the sky.

She said how this man just picked up the white fungus soup with his bare hands, so that was what he had in mind.

A grown man with more ideas than briquettes and a face thicker than a city wall. Even her old aunt was worried for him.

…………

"Hey, Brother Heng, what are you doing with Yang Qingheng?" Song Hengjue opened the door, and Fang Nan was just eating and drinking, and was drinking the herbal tea made by Yao Ying.

Song Hengjue's expression was blank, and he passed by him as if he had lost his soul, without even raising his eyelids.

Fang Nan was startled and shook him hard: "No, brother, you look like you're dead, you couldn't have been beaten stupid by Yang Qingheng."