70s factory beauty, transform villain cubs to become rich

Chapter 190 Baby kiss

Yang Yihe arched her back, her incessant coughing making her feel as if her internal organs were being ripped out.

Yang Xiujin crossed his legs, a cigarette between his fingers, the smoke continuously drifting towards Yang Yihe: "What's wrong? Are you alright? Look at you, even though Dad gives you a lot of money, you can't always eat spicy food and make your health so bad. Besides Dad, who else will care about you?"

"Cough cough cough..."

The intense smell of smoke, entering her chest cavity with each breath, caused Yang Yihe, who was already feeling unwell, to cough until tears welled up in her eyes.

boom--

He Yuxiang, who forcefully pushed the door open with his shoulder, came in carrying a water glass. He looked at the smoke in the room, then at Yang Yihe, who was coughing and clutching her neck on the hospital bed. His dark eyes were filled with gloom.

Yang Xiujin flicked the ash from his cigarette, his tone calm but his eyes playful: "Why are you back?"

"Deliver water," He Yuxiang said succinctly.

"What a good boy. I heard from Teacher Lin that you and my Xiaohe are quite close. You even carried my Xiaohe to the hospital?" Yang Xiujin took a drag of his cigarette, looked at He Yuxiang's tense face through the smoke, and smiled slightly: "Is it because my Xiaohe is pretty? How about I talk to your aunt and arrange a marriage between you two? How about we become in-laws?"

Yang Yihe stopped coughing, but she was completely dumbfounded.

She's not even seven years old yet!

What is Dad saying?!

He Yuxiang: "Then you go and talk to her."

Yang Yihe's almond-shaped eyes widened in surprise.

"Cough cough cough cough cough..."

Now it was Yang Xiujin's turn to cough.

He almost choked to death on the smoke.

He Yuxiang calmly handed the water to Yang Yihe, "Drink it quickly, and then go rest on the innermost bed."

"Oh." Yang Yihe took the cup blankly and gulped down all the water in it.

He Yuxiang took the water glass.

Yang Yihe moved her body out of bed and lay down on the innermost bed.

Yang Xiujin slapped his chest, his anger rising as he watched He Yuxiang openly interact with Yang Yihe in front of him: "You two are only a few years old and you're already thinking about love and romance, have you no shame! Yang Yihe! You're not even married yet, and you're already thinking about listening to him?! Get back here right now!"

Hearing her father's scolding while curled up in the hospital bed, Yang Yihe felt more ashamed and embarrassed than scared, and she buried her face in her hands and cried silently.

Yang Xiujin stubbed out his cigarette, straightened his collar, and resumed his usual gentle demeanor: "Come back. Your father is the closest person to you in the world. Would he possibly harm you?"

He Yuxiang lifted his eyelids, his dark pupils like deep pools, sharp and sinister.

Yang Xiujin noticed He Yuxiang's gaze, frowned, and then chuckled, "You're not feeling sorry for him, are you?"

He Yuxiang: "No, I just find you disgusting."

A cry.

Yang Xiujin's face was stiff.

He Yuxiang: "It's disgusting."

He repeated it again.

Yang Xiujin gritted his teeth: "So that's how your aunt taught you to speak. A child without parents, you really have no manners."

He Yuxiang stated bluntly: "Slandering the children of martyrs will result in either writing a self-criticism or being sent to a labor camp."

He said it so lightly that it made Yang Xiujin laugh in anger. Then she saw her daughter secretly looking at He Yuxiang, her eyes still wet with tears, and she could clearly see the admiration in her eyes.

Yang Xiujin recalled how his ex-wife had argued fiercely with her father before getting together with him, and for the first time in his life, he felt sorry for his former father-in-law: "Yang Yihe, are you happy?"

The offspring of a scoundrel is indeed a little scoundrel.

Yang Yihe silently got out of bed.

He Yuxiang glanced at her and said, "I'm going to school now."

Yang Yihe pursed her lips: "Mm."

Yang Xiujin: "!!!"

They seemed reluctant to part ways?

"What are you doing?"

He Yuxiang: "Speak."

Yang Xiujin's throat was blocked again, and his face turned completely black.

He Yuxiang didn't stay any longer, but asked Meng Huanhuan, a nurse who was familiar with his aunt, to take care of Yang Yihe.

Meng Huanhuan: "Call me 'sister' and let me hear it?"

He Yuxiang turned and left.

Meng Huanhuan pouted.

This kid is no fun at all!
Xiao Yu is still the cutest! She came to Yang Yihe's ward, smelled the familiar smell of cigarettes, and cursed, "Which rude person is smoking in a child's ward?"

Yang Xiujin, who was about to smoke, withdrew his hand.

Meng Huanhuan went to check on Yang Yihe's body and saw that she seemed to have a fever that was going down. She said to Yang Xiujin, "The child is not wearing enough clothes. You should check on the child more. The temperature difference is big now. Yesterday it was sunny during the day, but it was freezing cold in the afternoon. As a parent, you need to pay more attention."

Yang Xiujin: "...Okay."

Meng Huanhuan went to the next ward.

Yang Xiujin gave Yang Yihe a cold look: "Satisfied?"

The little voice in Yang Yihe's mind nodded frantically.

I'm so happy.

Yang Xiujin added, "It's impossible for you and He Yuxiang to be together!"

He didn't get Chen Qing.

What makes Yang Yihe so special that she got He Yuxiang?

Does being a daughter mean you have to be superior to your father?!
Yang Yihe took effect from the medication and gradually fell asleep in bed.

Yang Xiujin felt a lump in his throat, unable to catch his breath.

*
Small courtyard.

Chen Qing only found out that Yang Yihe had a fever after listening to Xiao Yu's rambling after get off work. She nervously touched Xiao Yu's forehead and asked, "Are you alright?"

The weather in Guangdong Province is acting strangely.

It suddenly got freezing cold, and the next day it was unbearably hot.

Chen Qingzhen was afraid that Xiaoyu would get sick.

Xiaoyu: "I'm great."

Chen Qingsong said in a relaxed tone: "That's fine."

Xiaoyu continued, "It was my brother and Teacher Lin who took her to the hospital."

"How is Xiaohe now?"

"I don't know, my brother said he's alive."

The two fell silent.

He Yuxiang: A human who is very good at talking nonsense.

Chen Qing went to the kitchen and rummaged through the cupboards to see if there were any canned yellow peaches.

She had heard that the god of canned yellow peaches would bless every sick child.

He Yuxiang: "What are you looking for?"

Chen Qing peeked out curiously: "Don't we have canned fruit at home? What flavors do they come in?"

"orange."

"anything else?"

"Gone."

"Don't you have yellow peaches?" Chen Qing remembered that when Teacher Lin's family gave gifts before, they gave a lot of canned fruit.

He Yuxiang: What are you going to do?

Chen Qing replied, "Isn't Xiao He sick? Eating canned yellow peaches will help her recover faster."

He Yuan, who was cooking in the kitchen, looked up and asked, "Canned yellow peaches are only said to have medicinal properties in Northeast China. How did you know that?"

Chen Qing paused slightly: "I'm very knowledgeable."

He Yuan had nothing to say.

Chen Qing said to He Yuxiang, "After Xiao He returns to school, bring her a jar of fruit the next day."

He Yuxiang nodded and noted it down.

He Yuan finished preparing the meal, and the three of them carried it out together.

Chen Qing was slightly taken aback when the space beside him suddenly became empty.

Ever since she looked at the handsome guy yesterday, He Yuan has been acting strangely. He wasn't angry with her and they still had regular conversations, but he would deliberately do some little things.

For example, right now, while walking normally, he insisted on taking a step to the side to widen the distance between them.

She asked him yesterday, "Are you jealous?"

He said, "I don't have any."

I really believed his lies.