Chapter 73: Chapter 73: PrankThe dream last night was something Su Qingqing couldn’t even bring herself to recall, let alone let Ye Huan comment on it.

    After giving Ye Huan a furious glare, she left the room first.

    "Qingqing, why are you coming out in pajamas? No sense of image!" Song Yanhong criticized.

    "I’ll change later, we’re at home anyway." Su Qingqing waved it off, "Mom, is breakfast ready?" Sёar?h the N?vel?ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "It’s been ready for a while. Your dad’s already eaten and gone to the fields to work, just waiting for you two lovebirds."

    Song Yanhong moved the bamboo cover aside, and the fragrance immediately wafted out.

    She had a meaningful expression: "Must be exhausted, hurry and eat to replenish your strength."

    "Yeah, totally worn out." Su Qingqing nodded, truly exhausted after giving Ye Huan a beating.

    She grabbed a bun and stuffed it in her mouth, completely oblivious to the "ambiguity" in Song Yanhong’s words.

    Suddenly, her gaze fixated on the soup pot on the table.

    But just as she reached out, Song Yanhong stopped her, "This isn’t made for you."

    "Not for me? Then this soup was specially made for that jerk?" Su Qingqing raised an eyebrow, beginning to wonder if she was even her mother’s biological daughter.

    The two clearly weren’t communicating on the same wavelength.

    Song Yanhong sighed.

    Ye really doesn’t know how to cherish a woman, making her precious daughter so tired she’s complaining he’s a jerk, it’s truly a sin!

    But that’s fine, at least their married life certainly won’t be disharmonious.

    With that thought, her tone softened a lot, "I made this soup for Ye, you can’t have it."

    "Why not?" Su Qingqing folded her arms, her pretty face showing nothing but defiance.

    Song Yanhong rolled her eyes, "It’s for your own good."

    "If it’s for my own good, then why can’t I drink it?"

    "Why do you care so much, it’s for your own good!"

    "You..." Su Qingqing was fuming, and suddenly pointed outside, "The big yellow dog at the village entrance!"

    "Big Yellow’s here so early?"

    Song Yanhong smiled and looked outside, but saw no sign of the dog, she asked puzzledly, "Where’s Big Yellow?"

    "Clang."

    Su Qingqing was dumbfounded as the pot lid in her hand fell onto the table.

    This sound turned Song Yanhong’s face ashen, and she turned around.

    "This girl turned the world upside down, dares to lie to her mom?" Song Yanhong scolded, quickly putting the lid back on.

    "This... this..."

    Su Qingqing pointed at the soup pot, hesitating to speak.

    Growing up in the countryside, she naturally knew the effects of the herbs in that soup pot. The effect was to strengthen the kidneys!

    For her own good?

    For her own good, making such a soup for Ye Huan?

    Only then did Su Qingqing realize what Song Yanhong meant by "tired," almost fainting from embarrassment!

    They misunderstood!

    "The effect of the medicine is almost gone, go call your man over, really clueless!"

    "Mom, you misunderstood..."

    "Misunderstood what? You’re not fooling me?" Song Yanhong pretended to be angry, "Dare to fool your mom now, your wings are quite strong."

    With that, Ye Huan came out of the room.

    Immediately, Song Yanhong beamed, "Ye, you’re up, must be exhausted, breakfast is ready, come and eat."

    Su Qingqing’s face was ashen, almost spitting an old mouthful of blood.

    When she was little, her mom said she was found in a garbage heap, she used to doubt it, now she’s starting to believe it!

    "Auntie, getting up early to cook for us, thank you so much."

    "See, Ye is much more sensible than you, girl!" Song Yanhong looked at Su Qingqing unhappily, then turned her gaze back to Ye Huan, face instantly changing with a smile, "Ye, try this soup, I especially made it to replenish your body."

    Ye Huan opened the soup pot.

    As someone knowledgeable in traditional Chinese medicine, he immediately recognized the purpose of the herbal soup. Based on the soup, he guessed that Song Yanhong had surely misunderstood after witnessing something in the room earlier.

    Ye Huan’s lips curled into a mischievous smile.

    "Auntie, could this soup be..."

    "That’s right." Song Yanhong nodded with deep meaning, "This is an old village remedy, guaranteed to restore your energy in half an hour and improve your body."

    "So miraculous!" Ye Huan exclaimed, then smiled and nodded, "Thank you, Auntie. Without this soup, who knows when I might recover. Qingqing is really too wild."

    Too wild?

    This remark stunned both Su Qingqing and Song Yanhong.

    "What nonsense are you spouting!" Su Qingqing slapped the table and stood up, glaring at Ye Huan.

    Her stance looked like she was ready to fight Huange.

    But to Song Yanhong, it seemed nothing but a case of being angry out of embarrassment.

    "What are you doing, be quiet!" Song Yanhong scolded, pushing Su Qingqing back into her chair.

    "I’m sorry, Auntie, it was a slip of the tongue, my fault."

    Ye Huan showed an apologetic face but glanced at Su Qingqing with pride.

    This almost made Su Qingqing’s lungs explode with anger.

    She wanted to skin Ye Huan alive.

    Song Yanhong had a harsh tone because she felt a bit embarrassed.

    She’s a traditional and reserved woman. How did her daughter turn out like this? It’s a failure of family education!

    As a woman, she wasn’t reserved at all!

    Being unreserved to the point of being mocked as too wild by her boyfriend?

    This... truly is a sin!

    Song Yanhong’s face turned red, wanting to find a hole to put Su Qingqing in!

    ...

    After breakfast.

    "You’re leaving right after breakfast, not staying a little longer?" Song Yanhong said, looking regretful.

    "We’re leaving, we have to go to work today." Su Qingqing gritted her teeth, shoving Ye Huan into the passenger seat, and gave a smile to Song Yanhong.

    "Treat Ye well, don’t bully him. Such a good man, you’ll regret it if you lose him!"

    "Him?"

    Su Qingqing laughed out of anger.

    "What tone, if I find out you bullied him, you’d better watch out." Song Yanhong’s words were a clear warning.

    But she didn’t know, the more she said this, the more dangerous Ye Huan’s situation would be later!

    "Mom, don’t worry, I think I’ll treat—him well." Su Qingqing deliberately emphasized the words "treat well," with a deep meaning.

    "Also..." Song Yanhong glanced around, then whispered in Su Qingqing’s ear, "As a young girl, it’s better to be a bit more reserved about these things, people have been saying you... anyway, just be careful..."

    Su Qingqing’s face instantly turned red, her heart full of anger, but she kept silent.

    At this point, any explanation would seem pointless and would only make things worse, completely useless!

    "Bang!"

    She shut the car door and got into the driver’s seat.

    Su Qingqing started the car, chuckling coldly.

    In the passenger seat, Ye Huan silently rolled down the window, waved, and smiled, "Goodbye, Auntie, we’ll come see you next time."

    "Alright, I’ll definitely cook you a big feast next time!" Song Yanhong waved with a smile, bidding farewell.

    "Sure, sure." Ye Huan replied with a grin.

    Su Qingqing gritted her teeth, cursing his cunning, but her hand obediently dropped below, hiding the scissors she picked up from below the door window, the "weapon."