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"!!!" Qin Song's eyes widened, his face full of shock.

"These are the foods I've eaten."

Pei Xingzhi pretended not to understand and didn't answer: "It is indeed quite delicious."

After saying that, he took the steamed bun that Qin Song had handed him.

"..."

Qin Song looked at him with an expression that said, "You're really crazy."

He deftly adjusted his glasses, trying to ignore Qin Song's gaze.

Actually, he didn't mean anything by it; he just thought Qin Song's half of the bun tasted better.

Qin Song looked away and lowered his head, staring at the spot where Pei Xingzhi had bitten. After hesitating for two seconds, he bit again.

It's okay... she thought to herself. They were husband and wife, and it was perfectly normal for them to share food that the other had eaten.

Besides, she had already helped Pei Xingzhi with her hands, so it wasn't a big deal for Pei Xingzhi to take a bite of her steamed bun.

"Snapped……"

The egg that Pei's mother had peeled halfway suddenly fell onto the table.

Qin Song reflexively looked up and saw that Pei's mother was looking at her with a look that was both gossipy and excited.

"..."

Silence speaks louder than words. Qin Song hadn't thought anything of it at first, but when Pei's mother looked at her, she suddenly felt like a high school student caught having a crush, her cheeks instantly turning bright red.

"This ceiling is really a ceiling..." She tilted her head back and glanced around nervously.

Then Pei's mother turned to look at Pei Xingzhi.

“…” Pei Xingzhi stood on the balcony, having the foresight to hide his face beforehand.

After breakfast, Pei Xingzhi prepared to leave for work.

He moved Qin Song's little chair to the doorway and then brought her a small wooden table, on which he placed some snacks.

"Come, sit down." He led Qin Song over and sat her on a small chair, stuffing her favorite snacks into her arms.

"Stay put and call me if anything happens."

Qin Song glanced at Ms. Zhang, who was squatting at the door holding a banner, and nodded casually: "Okay, go to work."

Pei Xingzhi pinched her cheek, straightened up, and glanced at the person at his feet out of the corner of his eye.

“My wife is pregnant. If anything happens to her and the child because of your nonsense, I will sue you until you are bankrupt.”

"..." Ms. Zhang rolled her eyes guiltily, "I didn't touch her."

Pei Xingzhi: "You dare to touch her?"

Ms. Zhang remained silent.

Pei Xingzhi was in a hurry to get to work and didn't have time to talk to her much. He took out his phone, replied to Shen Yanhui's work WeChat messages, and quickly left the house.

The weather was lovely today, with warm sunlight streaming down the corridor. Qin Song leisurely basked in the sun, playing on his phone with his left hand and snacking with his right, thoroughly enjoying himself.

Ms. Zhang squatted down to the side with a gloomy face until her legs went numb.

"Hmph..." Qin Song chuckled mischievously as he watched her awkwardly pound her legs.

"What are you laughing at?" Ms. Zhang glared at her and said irritably.

"Mom, can you get my tablet for me?" Qin Song ignored her, having finished playing on his phone, he finally remembered he still had drawings to do.

From the kitchen, Pei's mother responded, "Bring it right away!"

"No rush." ​​Qin Song spread his hands, his eyes full of smugness.

"Give."

Less than a minute later, Pei's mother came over with the tablet. She placed the tablet in Qin Song's palm, and with her other hand, she used chopsticks to feed Qin Song a piece of fragrant beef.

"Mom made braised beef brisket with potatoes. Try it and see if the beef brisket is tender."

"Ah..." Qin Song obediently opened his mouth, bit into the beef, and then chewed it a few times with exaggerated movements.

"Mmm! It's soft! And it smells so good, Mom's cooking is so delicious!"

Knowing she was acting, Pei's mother played along, saying, "As long as it tastes good. There's some ham in the fridge, shall I make you some ham fried rice?"

Qin Song: "Okay! Thank you, Mom!"

Pei's mother patted her head: "Keep sunbathing, Mom will serve you more food when it's ready."

Qin Song: "Hmm!"

Ms. Zhang swallowed silently.

Qin Song opened his tablet and edited the images for a while, fixing the details of the last image before sending it to Jiang Mian. Then he opened the unfinished Wind Whisper Necklace and continued working on it.

After working for almost an hour, she finally turned off the tablet and called out to Ms. Zhang.

"Hey."

Ms. Zhang had already sat down on the ground.

"What?"

Qin Song: "It's already noon, aren't you going to eat lunch?"

Ms. Zhang glared at her: "What's it to you?"

"Hey..." Qin Song rested his chin on his hand, looking at her with deep sympathy. "I don't want to bother with you either, I just feel sorry for you."

"You really don't have to go to this extent. It's not like our family isn't losing money. Why are you torturing yourself like this?"

"Hmph..." Ms. Zhang sneered, "You said you wouldn't pay? Then you should pay. I've been waiting here for a week and you haven't given me a single penny."

Qin Song: "I said that as long as the lawyer determines the responsibility, we will immediately pay compensation. It is your lack of cooperation that has caused such a long delay."

“You’re always making a scene here, and you don’t approve of any of the solutions I come up with. Your husband is the same. My lawyer has been trying to talk to him for five days, but he hasn’t said a word. Now I’m starting to doubt whether you really want compensation.”

Ms. Zhang looked away, her voice already lacking confidence: "Of course, of course we want compensation."

"Okay." Qin Song opened his phone and talked nonsense into the Little Sweet Potato app, "Just now, the lawyer gave me a preliminary liability division statement. The statement says that our family will bear 50% of the responsibility for your husband's injury."

“Your husband stayed in the hospital for five days, which cost about 10,000 yuan. Your wedding was delayed because of this, and the loss is roughly 10,000 yuan as well, so the total is 20,000 yuan. According to the principle of responsibility, our family should compensate you 10,000 yuan.”

"no!"

No sooner had Qin Song finished speaking than Ms. Zhang immediately rejected her words.

She then added, "If ten thousand isn't enough, then twenty thousand. Our family will pay for everything."

"No way!" Ms. Zhang replied again. "You think you can get rid of me with just 20,000 yuan? It's not that easy."

“…Hmph.” Qin Song suddenly laughed.

"As expected, you weren't here for the money. Tell me, Ms. Zhang, who sent you to cause trouble in our house?"

"I……"

The question was too direct, catching Ms. Zhang completely off guard. She turned her head to stare at Qin Song, her mouth slightly open but unable to utter a single word.

Qin Song raised an eyebrow, a mocking smile on his face: "Are you going to keep pretending?"

Ms. Zhang was speechless.

Just then, a series of soft voices came from the end of the corridor.

"Mr. Lu, the house we want to see is on the right side of the corridor. It has the best lighting and layout in the entire complex!"

"The renovation is also particularly good! The homeowner has taken great care of this house, and you can move in right away with your bags."

"Hmm, the hallway is so well lit, you can imagine how good it is inside the house. Sisi, what do you think?"