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"Yang Qinghe, are you doing this on purpose?"
"Hmm?"
Yang Qinghe smiled at her, looking puzzled.
"Are you upset that I just told everyone you’re my boyfriend and are trying to get back at me? You almost pinched my flesh off!"
Yang Qinghe, not used to being around girls and having a strong grip, hadn’t realized his own strength.
Seeing Yu Songyu's flushed cheeks and her pitiful expression, the man panicked.
"Did I hurt you? I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to."
"Of course it hurt!"
Yu Songyu noticed Yang Qinghe reaching out to rub her cheek and instinctively flinched. However, knowing he didn’t do it on purpose, she quickly explained, "You don’t know? There’s a huge difference in strength between men and women. There’s a saying called 'cherishing the fragrance and loving the jade,' you know? So you need to be gentler with girls!"
After saying this, she rolled her eyes, thinking that this man really needed some training!
"I’m only gentle with you!"
Yang Qinghe's tone was firm as he stepped forward and lightly kissed her forehead like a dragonfly touching the water.
He had wanted to do this for a long time, even though it was quite embarrassing.
Seeing Yu Songyu frozen in place, a smile he couldn’t suppress spread across his face. He reached out and tapped her forehead with his large hand.
"What’s wrong?"
"Uh, I need to go work!"
Yu Songyu was mainly surprised that Yang Qinghe, who usually acted so reserved, would take the initiative to kiss her. This was completely different from what she had imagined. Were men like him really so open? She remembered that wasn’t how it was portrayed in dramas!
Watching the young girl walk away, Yang Qinghe couldn’t help but remind her, "Don’t run too fast!"
Until the bright red scarf around Yu Songyu's neck faded from view, Yang Qinghe reluctantly withdrew his gaze.
This child, in the freezing cold, doesn't know to take it slow. What if she falls?
Seeing Yu Songyu's clumsy demeanor, the Little Old Lady grew anxious, fearing that she might slip and hurt herself. That would be a real problem.
"Grandma, it's fine! I'll be careful from now on!"
Yu Songyu understood the Little Old Lady's concern and quickly spoke up to reassure her.
Zhao Lianzhi and her daughter had also changed into clean clothes, likely provided by the Little Old Lady. Although they didn't fit perfectly, at least they were warm.
"Grandma, you won't blame me for taking matters into my own hands, will you?"
Yu Songyu pulled the Little Old Lady aside. The situation had developed so suddenly that they hadn't even had a chance to discuss it yet!
"Silly child, you did the right thing! This is a blessing for yourself! How could I have any objections?"
The Little Old Lady was already aware of Zhao Lianzhi's situation and knew she was a woman who had suffered greatly.
"If you don't mind me, then I can rest easy. The old house is too cramped; we should all move over here and live together!"
"Then let's find some time to bring Li over too!"
The Little Old Lady smiled and patted Yu Songyu's arm. As long as she could live with her granddaughter, she was content with anything.
Yu Songyu called over Yang Qinghe, Li Xiuzhen, and Wang Jianjun. They borrowed a small cart from someone in the village and gradually moved Li's belongings over, including the Little Old Lady's kang cabinet and two camphor wood boxes.
Seeing everyone busying about, Zhao Lianzhi felt embarrassed to just stand by idly. Despite her weak condition, she began sweeping the floor.
The Little Old Lady didn't stop her; she knew that if she didn't let her help, Zhao Lianzhi would still feel uneasy.
Once the few Aunt Wangs had left the house, Zhao Lianzhi suddenly knelt down with a thud on the ground, startling both the Little Old Lady and Yu Songyu.
"What are you doing? Get up! If there's something to say, just say it!"
The Little Old Lady couldn't stand such behavior; if there was something to discuss, then do so without kneeling or bowing down—she felt unworthy of such gestures.
"Aunt Wang! It's me, Xiao He! Come here and call someone!"
Zhao Lianzhi choked on her words as she pulled her daughter to kneel before the Little Old Lady.
The child named Xiao He trembled all over, avoiding eye contact and looking frightened—she appeared very pitiful.
Yu Songyu furrowed her brows and stepped forward to pull Xiao He up.
"Sister Lianzhi, if you have something to say, just say it. Don't scare the child!"
Yu Songyu said this while glancing at the Little Old Lady, both of them wearing expressions of helplessness.
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