"What mistress? You use such harsh language. Don't you know whether it's true or not?" Song Hengjue frowned, but in the end, he didn't mention hiring a lawyer again.

In another car.

Sun's sister-in-law casually opened the car door for Yang Qingheng.

"Have you completed the site selection for the Chen'an Welfare Home branch?" Yang Qingheng flipped through the contract in her hand, seemed to remember something, and turned to look at Sun Rong.

"My secretary submitted it this morning; it's already on your desktop," Sun Rong said.

Yang Qingheng nodded in satisfaction: "Have the finance department prepare a bill and send it to my office, and remind the purchasing department to make preparations in advance."

Sister-in-law Sun didn't respond immediately, seeming to want to say something but then stopping herself.

"Just say what you want to say, we don't need to be so serious." Yang Qingheng raised the corners of her lips slightly, no longer as serious as before, and seemed much more approachable.

Sun Rong's shoulders slumped slightly: "Didn't we say in the previous meeting that we were having cash flow problems? Why don't you consider postponing the welfare home project until next year and investing the money in new product development? That would make things much easier, and the new product launch could proceed as scheduled."

“No.” Yang Qingheng said without hesitation.

Sun Rong had a headache. After so many years of getting along, she had figured out Yang Qingheng's temperament. Yang Qingheng had some kindness in her bones, but it was far from being universally loving.

I really don't understand why Yang Qingheng is so obsessed with the orphanage issue.

“Qingheng, I know you’re eager to build this welfare home, but right now the company is really short of funds. If our company doesn’t do well, we won’t be able to keep up with the subsequent funding for the welfare home, right? I think as long as we explain the reasons to Director Chang, he will understand.”

Sun Rong's suggestion was the best solution, and Yang Qingheng knew this in her heart. She hesitated for a moment, then shook her head and refused: "Don't touch that money for now. Help me arrange a meeting with Gu Wenhao tomorrow and tell him that I want to discuss a collaboration with him."

If the welfare home can't be built this year, where will those children be placed in the winter? Are we going to let thousands of children continue to crowd into that old welfare home? She couldn't get over that thought.

Seeing how stubborn she was, Sun Rong shut her mouth.

She has always been clear-headed. Back in Xishan Town, when it came to minor interests, she would speak her opinions directly to Yang Qingheng. She could even make decisions for Yang Qingheng herself beforehand, and then tell Yang Qingheng afterwards, so Qingheng wouldn't mind. This was also more efficient. Now that they've started a company, even close brothers need to keep clear accounts. Sun Rong knows where she should place herself.

When Yang Qingheng doesn't ask, she, as a subordinate, would never say a word. She wouldn't dare to interfere with Yang Qingheng's decision-making, which is why Yang Qingheng was willing to bring her all the way to the capital.

“Okay, I’ll arrange it when I get back to the company.” Sun Rong nodded, and when they arrived at the Tang family’s house, she helped her open the car door.

As soon as they got out of the car, the people inside the house noticed them. Mu Huihe greeted them with a smile and took Yang Qingheng's arm: "I was just saying that I should ask Bainian to put the food in the pot to warm it up. You came back before I finished speaking. Perfect, no need to heat it up. Let's eat now."

He then warmly greeted Sun Rong, saying, "Secretary Sun, have you eaten yet? It's good to finish eating before you leave; the more people there are, the more lively it will be."

Sun Rong, being quite perceptive, quickly shook her head, saying, "Aunt Mu's offer is tempting, but I have some things to take care of at the company today, so I'm really sorry."

"Then you go ahead and do your work," Mu Huihe said, not pressuring her further.

Yang Qingheng put her arm around Mu Huihe's shoulder and walked inside: "I could smell it from far away, Mom, what delicious food have you made for me again?"

"Stewed chicken with shiitake mushrooms, Bai Nian said you called him recently saying you were craving this."

Yang Qingheng's eyes flashed, and she smiled, "He remembered everything I mentioned casually. His memory is really good."

Mu Huihe raised her eyes, pretending to casually observe her expression, and only felt relieved when she saw nothing amiss.

"You two are both smart, so your future child will definitely be smart too."

Yang Qingheng didn't respond this time.

Tang Bainian's expression changed slightly. He put his arm around Yang Qingheng's shoulder and pressed her down to sit in the chair: "You two are talking on and on, the food is getting cold."

Tang's father nodded, "Young people have their own plans. Why do you keep nagging about this? Let's eat, don't spoil the fun."

“I’ll settle the score with you when we get back,” Mu Huihe glared at her husband, then turned and put a piece of chicken on Yang Qingheng’s plate. “Qingheng, don’t overwork yourself. Take care of your health too. Eat more nourishing foods. I asked Sister Mei to make you some white fungus soup. You can have it as a midnight snack later.”

Yang Qingheng smiled and responded, then pulled away from Tang Bainian's hand and picked up her chopsticks.

Tang Bainian's eyes flashed, and the smile on his face faded slightly.

“I asked Sister Mei this morning, and she said she hadn’t seen you since early this morning. Are you staying out again?” Mu Huihe said, “There’s no place like home. A couple’s relationship needs to be nurtured. Bai Nian is away on business, and you’re not home either. This marriage is bound to have problems sooner or later.”

The old lady is targeting her.

Yang Qingheng paused, the smile on her lips narrowed, and she echoed, "Mom is right. I was too late yesterday and was afraid of disturbing Bai Nian's sleep. I will never do that again."

"I came back late. What are you talking about Qingheng for?" Tang Bainian frowned.

Knowing that saying more would only lead to an argument, Mu Huihe shut up, but her eyes kept glancing in their direction.

Yang Qingheng knew that the old lady was suspicious, so she lost her appetite, ate a little, and then made an excuse to go back to her room.

As soon as he sat down, Tang Bainian pushed open the door to the room and casually placed a glass of hot milk on the floor: "My mom is hard to deal with, thank you for your hard work."

"I was in a bad mood today and didn't do a good job." Yang Qingheng pinched her brow, walked past him to get the cup of hot milk and took a sip.

Turning around, he noticed that Tang Bainian looked slightly taken aback.

She asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Tang Bainian shook his head.

As soon as Yang Qingheng entered the bathroom, his expression suddenly changed. He became furious and kicked the wall hard.

He hadn't misheard last night; there was a man with Yang Qingheng last night!

Yang Qingheng never smokes, and neither does her secretary, so where did the smoke smell come from?