Song Hengjue scoffed: "You wish! All you think about all day is money, money, money. Can't you think of anything else?"

Fang Nan swallowed hard and pointed behind him: "No, big brother, it's Yang Qingheng!"

"How old are you? How childish are you?" Song Hengjue was speechless. He met a pair of familiar black eyes in the mirror and suddenly stopped.

Song Hengjue: ...

A chill ran down my neck, and I took off running towards the toilet exit.

Yang Qingheng was prepared. She grabbed his collar forcefully and glanced at Fang Nan: "Get out."

Fang Nan shuddered, left with a helpless expression, and ran away, thoughtfully closing the bathroom door behind him.

They abandon each other when disaster strikes; what a heartless bunch!

Song Hengjue gritted his teeth, but he couldn't shake off Yang Qingheng's hand. Helpless, he turned around and said in a gentle voice, "Yang Qingheng, let me explain first..."

"Explain your head!" Yang Qingheng was already furious, having been looked down upon by those scumbags and then having her boyfriend snatched away by Qiao Xihe. Now that Song Hengjue had walked right into her trap, she grabbed her bag and smacked him twice over the head. "You little bastard, don't think I didn't see you smirking over there!"

Song Hengjue gasped when he was hit, and grabbed her bag tightly: "I was drunk the night before last, so I let you have your way. Don't be stubborn and ask for trouble."

He hasn't even settled the score with her for drugging him yet. If she hits him again, he'll really get angry. Even a clay figure has some temper, let alone a grown man like him!

Yang Qingheng tugged twice but couldn't pull it out.

Taking the opportunity, Song Hengjue reasoned, "Even if I hadn't told that woman just now, she would have found out about you from elsewhere in a few days and it wouldn't have worked out. Solving this problem now means you won't have to be disappointed."

"So, I should thank you," Yang Qingheng said thoughtfully.

Song Hengjue nodded: "Yes." With a forceful tug, Yang Qingheng's bag was thrown to the ground.

Yang Qingheng pursed her lips: "I misunderstood you. I'm not being unreasonable. Check if you've hurt your head, and I'll pay your medical expenses."

A strange feeling flashed through Song Hengjue's mind, but he still obediently lowered his head.

Yang Qingheng sneered and took off her high heels, holding them in her hand.

Fang Nan chuckled as he listened to the clanging and rattling sounds inside.

When Boss Zhao arrived, he saw a comical scene of a man sticking his butt out and looking inside, peering in strangely.

Fang Nan was so startled by the greasy face that suddenly loomed large in front of him that he shuddered and screamed.

Enraged, he yelled, "What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen your boss get beaten up before?!"

Something flashed through Boss Zhao's mind, and he pointed at Fang Nan: "You're that...that guy from Boxiang!"

Shocked, he pointed towards the toilet; inside was…

He shrank back as if he'd seen a ghost, his urge to urinate vanished, and he hesitated, turning his head back repeatedly.

If he weren't afraid that Song Hengjue would be furious if she saw him, he really wanted to see which woman was so brave that she could beat Boss Boxiang to this state.

She's simply a heroine.

He couldn't curry favor with Song Hengjue, but winning over a woman was easy. Once he pleased this woman, future collaborations with Song Hengjue would be a piece of cake.

The more Mr. Zhao thought about it, the more excited he became. He went out and found his subordinates to give them instructions.

"Quickly investigate the women who have been getting close to Boss Boxiang lately. You absolutely must find their information, especially what kind of bags they like."

Mrs. Zhao overheard half of the sentence and became wary: "What bag? What woman?"

"What do you know, you're just a woman?" Boss Zhao glanced at her disdainfully, too lazy to waste a single word on her.

Mrs. Zhao felt aggrieved and gritted her teeth, almost tearing the bag strap apart with her fingers.

The bathroom door slammed open from the inside, and Yang Qingheng emerged, looking refreshed and carrying her bag.

Fang Nan chuckled awkwardly: "Hi?"

Yang Qingheng glanced at him indifferently, then turned and left.

Fang Nan touched his nose, stood on tiptoe to look inside, and waited a long time without hearing Song Hengjue's voice, feeling uneasy.

Did they knock her unconscious?

Hesitantly, he poked his head in, only to meet a pair of chillingly cold black eyes.

“No, she’s already gone, why aren’t you coming out yet?” Fang Nan said speechlessly, glancing at his watch. “Come on, come on, it’s already past ten o’clock. Aunt Yao will start nagging again in a little while.”

Song Hengjue remained silent for a long time. Just when Fang Nan thought he wouldn't speak, a frustrated voice came from behind him.

"Lend me your belt."

Fang Nan was taken aback, peeked inside, and couldn't help but laugh.

Yang Qingheng is truly a talented person.

"Stop laughing. I'll buy you a belt for three hundred yuan. Hurry up." Song Hengjue's ears were red as he urged through gritted teeth.

Fang Nan shook his head vigorously, refusing firmly: "It's just a belt. Do you expect me to leave with my pants down if I lend it to you? I may love money, but I also have my bottom line!"

Five hundred yuan.

Fang Nan took a step back: "Brother, if it really doesn't work, hurry up, they're going to close the gate at eleven o'clock. I'll hold them off for you."

Song Hengjue gritted his teeth: "Eight hundred!"

"Deal." Fang Nan chuckled, deftly ripped off his belt, and tossed it into the cubicle.

Three minutes later, the two brothers went out looking quite respectable.

Upon seeing the two, Boss Zhao, holding a wine glass, quickly approached them, beaming with enthusiasm: "Boss Song, are you leaving already? What have you thought about what we were discussing earlier?"

Song Hengjue felt a chill in his pants, waved his hand dismissively, and said, "What is it? I'll think about it when I get back."