The improved female villains regained their memories.

"You have no love. You had two wives. The first one made you suffer a lot and eventually divorced you. The second one loved you deeply but died for you. In the end, you are all alone. Ha..."

"You have no career. Everything you've done has come at the expense of others. Leng Lingshan, Leng Yanran, your mother, and me—all the people close to you have sacrificed themselves for your own sake. But in the end, what career have you built? Nothing, absolutely nothing!"

"You've wasted half your life, over sixty years, and accomplished absolutely nothing. You're a failure, a complete and utter failure!"

"Hahahaha, Song Qihao, you are a loser! Your life is the life of a loser!"

Song Qihao opened his eyes and looked at the horizon.

As the new sun peeked out, he closed his eyes and passed away at the age of sixty-four.

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crunch--

Song Panning pushed open the door to the study and came out.

The moon was bright and the stars were few. Under the moonlight, she took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, calming her emotions.

Tonight, she heard a story and witnessed a person's entire life.

This person was her ancestor, who, a long, long time ago, led the Song family to rise to prominence and brought them to settle in the mountain city.

Song Xingtian said, "Since Song Qihao, the Song family has had an ancestral precept that has been passed down for a very long time. The reason why I am telling you this story today is ultimately for the sake of this ancestral precept."

Song Panning walked into her room.

She walked steadily, step by step.

In the long river of history, the figures of our ancestors are becoming one with her, moving towards a certain destination.

Chapter 231 The Illness is Called Love

Dating is not an easy thing, especially with a kid.

Yang Pingsheng had already realized the difficulty of this task.

Song Panning didn't know what had happened and took a month off. When Yang Pingsheng went to the Song family to ask, the only reply he received was that she was in seclusion practicing the Goddess Dance. Since that was the case, Yang Pingsheng didn't know what to say. Around this time, Lin Wanjun started contacting him more often.

However, it's getting increasingly outrageous.

Bang bang bang!

Yang Pingsheng opened his eyes. Moonlight shone slightly through the cracks in the window, and he could clearly sense that someone was knocking on the window outside.

"..."

He opened the window, and Lin Wanjun was standing in front of it, blinking at him.

“Pingsheng, I’ve come to visit you,” she said sweetly.

Yang Pingsheng could only sigh helplessly, not knowing how Lin Wanjun had managed to climb back in.

"What are you doing sneaking out so late?"

I want to play with you.

A young girl's thoughts are always hard to fathom, so Yang Pingsheng could only light a lamp, put on his robe, and go outside.

He took the girl to see the stars and catch fireflies, playing until late at night. Only when she fell asleep in his arms did he finally settle down. Yang Pingsheng gently stroked her hair, carried her to bed, and sighed deeply.

It doesn't feel like a romantic relationship; it feels more like raising a daughter.

If the two were father and daughter or brother and sister, Yang Pingsheng would be happy with that. However, the system's words told him that this was his future wife, which made Yang Pingsheng feel uneasy.

The next day, the Lin family came to demand her return. Lin Wanjun, still half asleep, came out of Yang Pingsheng's room. From then on, their relationship became ambiguous.

Upon hearing this, Ling Shuxin was stunned and immediately wanted to go and discuss it with Song Panning, but unfortunately, Song Panning was in seclusion at the time.

She is still in seclusion.

So, Yang Pingsheng and Lin Wanjun spent the rest of their days together.

"Pingsheng, get up."

Yang Pingsheng opened his eyes. In the classroom, bathed in the setting sun, only Lin Wanjun was there.

She smiled and said, "They've all left. I saw you weren't fully awake, so I waited for you here."

"...Did you come specifically to call me?"

"Yeah, they said you sleep in class and if they don't wake you up, you'll sleep until night."

This task originally belonged to Song Panning.

However, during her absence, Lin Wanjun naturally took over the work.

The two walked out of the classroom hand in hand, and Lin Wanjun asked him, "Pingsheng, have I caused you any trouble?"

"No."

No, to be honest, Yang Pingsheng wouldn't have fallen asleep whether she was there or not.

"Don't you like it when I call you?"

"No."

"You didn't laugh."

"What's this?"

“You’ll smile when Sister Song calls you.”

She secretly observed countless times and eventually came to a different conclusion.

Yang Pingsheng behaved differently when facing Song Panning and her.

Yang Pingsheng stopped in his tracks and looked at her: "How did you know?"

"I watched it secretly."

"...You really do jump around everywhere."

Yang Pingsheng said this without answering, and then turned and walked out.

"Pingsheng, do you find me annoying? I feel like you don't like me that much."

Lin Wanjun asked tentatively, while pondering what was going on in her mind.

She really couldn't see through this man.

Although she was the one who took the initiative to approach him, it was he who directly said he wanted to get married, and it was he who kept saying he was interested in her. However, his subconscious actions and behavior didn't seem to match her at all.

Saying one thing but meaning another?

Hearing her words, Yang Pingsheng was at a loss for words.

He truly didn't love her.

Having lived in this world for so many years, Song Panning grew up with him. Over time, they developed a tacit understanding in their words and actions. Yang Pingsheng had become accustomed to Song Panning's presence, her words, and her presence.

Habit is a powerful force; as the saying goes, familiarity breeds affection, and once a habit is formed, it transforms into emotion.

As for Lin Wanjun, it was ultimately a task assigned by the system. Yang Pingsheng could profess his love for her, but he couldn't truly believe it from the bottom of his heart. He was just doing his job as a tool, just like in the previous worlds.

Therefore, he could not answer Lin Wanjun's question.

He could only hold her hand, avoiding the question, and say, "Would you like to have dinner at my place tonight?"

Every time Lin Wanjun stayed for dinner, her aunt would prepare a lot of delicious food in a grand manner.

Lin Wanjun let go of her hand, shook her head, took a step back, and ran away.

She did this on purpose, to test Yang Pingsheng's attitude.

Yang Pingsheng did want to chase after her, but Ling Shuxin stopped him after he had only run a few steps.

"You're actually going to chase after her?"

She'd been spying for a long time, and now she finally couldn't resist anymore.

Yang Pingsheng stopped in his tracks, and after receiving a system notification, slowly began to speak: "Sister Ling..."

"Don't call me! You're not cute at all right now. You don't care about me, and you don't care about Panning. I hate you!"

Ling Shuxin spoke excitedly, her chest heaving.

Having known each other for a long time, Yang Pingsheng was familiar with Ling Shuxin and knew that she wasn't expressing resistance to him, but rather that she was very angry and wanted him to come and coax her.

"Sister Ling, have you eaten?"

"I didn't eat, I didn't eat! But what's it to you? You're going to chase after that girl anyway, so go ahead!"

"Ling Shuxin," Yang Pingsheng called her name calmly, "Let's talk."

Ling Shuxin shut her mouth and snorted coldly, but a smile appeared on her lips. This had happened many times before. When Yang Pingsheng called out Ling Shuxin's or Song Panning's names, it meant that he was about to express his meaning.

Ling Shuxin wasn't that cunning; she simply wanted to know what Yang Pingsheng was thinking.

As long as he's willing to talk, she's willing to listen as a friend.

That evening, in the back courtyard of the Ling family, the two sat on the floor, and Ling Shuxin poured tea for Yang Pingsheng:

"Are you serious about marrying her?"

Yang Pingsheng silently accepted the teacup and nodded: "Mm."

"Why?" Ling Shuxin's eyes widened, completely baffled. "Young man, this isn't like you. You've never been the sentimental type. I don't believe you would like someone you've only known for a short time."

"We've known each other for a while now."

"That's impossible. You two don't even know each other well enough to be friends, let alone date! Besides, the Lin family would never agree!"

Ling Shuxin was very excited.

Whether it's personal feelings or family interests, dating Lin Wanjun seems to do more harm than good. Unless you're truly in love to the core, there's no need to be so stubborn. And the possibility that Yang Pingsheng loves Lin Wanjun to the core... sorry, Ling Shuxin simply doesn't believe in that possibility.

She trusted her intuition; compared to Lin Wanjun, Yang Pingsheng cared more about Song Panning.

"I fell in love with her at first sight, so I will naturally take responsibility for it," Yang Pingsheng said. "As for the Lin family, I will find a way to get them to agree."

"...You've really confused me."