Boss Zhao was clearly unwilling to let go of this hard-won opportunity. His fat body blocked Song Hengjue's way: "Boss Song, there's no time like the present. I think today is a good day. Brother Gu just opened a few bottles of good wine. Why don't we continue our conversation while enjoying some wine?"

What an idiot with no sense of propriety!

Fang Nan clung tightly to Song Hengjue's back, pulling up his pants and almost cursing out loud, then kicked Song Hengjue's calf with the tip of his shoe.

"Mr. Zhao, I really have something important to attend to today. We can discuss the wine tasting later." Song Hengjue understood, gave a dry laugh, and quickly started walking.

Fang Nan snapped to attention and followed, the two of them approaching the hotel entrance in an extremely awkward manner.

Once they arrived at the garage, it was deserted. Fang Nan pulled up his pants and ran frantically toward the car.

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Yang Qingheng had come here specifically for Boss Gu, but since the cooperation hadn't been finalized and the banquet hadn't been held, there was no need to stay any longer. She picked up her bag and left.

"Qingheng, over here." Tang Bainian waved to her as soon as they entered the garage.

Yang Qingheng was surprised and quickened her pace: "It's so late, and you still came to pick me up."

"Of course," Tang Bainian said, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "How's everything going?"

Yang Qingheng was used to putting on an act in public and didn't feel anything from his intimate gesture. She pursed her lips and shook her head: "Something came up, let's go back first."

I opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat.

Tang Bainian smiled and opened the driver's side door.

The car was driving smoothly, and Yang Qingheng had fallen asleep at some point, but Tang Bainian's expression grew increasingly grim.

I'd been trying to meet that male model for several days in a row, thinking he was just a gigolo who was after money. But to my surprise, he not only refused to meet me, but he also stopped going back to the house. He was so slippery that even when I sent people to catch him, he managed to escape several times.

He's still someone with a brain.

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To avoid being outmaneuvered by Qiao Xihe again, Yang Qingheng asked Sun Rong to contact Li Tongji early the next morning to arrange a meeting to discuss cooperation.

She had done her research and found that although this person's company wasn't as wealthy as Boss Gu's steel company, it was still reasonably capable of investing in her handbag project.

Sun Rong returned in a hurry before noon.

"Didn't see anyone?" Yang Qingheng frowned when she saw her displeased expression.

Sun Rong nodded: "Yes, I waited there all morning and didn't see Li Tongji. I asked their receptionist and she said he usually comes every day, but he didn't come today. It must be on purpose. Maybe he was pressured by Qiao Xihe."

Yang Qingheng pinched the bridge of her nose: "It might not be her. Go ask Mr. Xu, whom we've worked with before, if he's interested. As for the new product development, allocate a portion of the funds first and let the person in charge proceed as normal."

Before he could finish speaking, the landline next to him rang again.

Sun Rong stared at the constantly ringing phone, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping herself.

It's been several days now, and Fang Nan calls every few minutes. Yang Qingheng isn't annoyed, but she's about to have a nervous breakdown.

Yang Qingheng glanced at it indifferently, and finally refrained from asking, "What is it?"

“Sister Yang,” Fang Nan laughed, but felt uneasy, “Why don’t you meet with Brother Heng? He said that if you apologize to him, the matter from that day can be put behind you, and he can help you with the investment.”

He cursed Song Hengjue in his heart.

Li Tongji was eager to gain a foothold in the capital and was in dire need of a powerful backer. Originally, when Yang Qingheng contacted them, they were about to agree, but it was Song Hengjue, that shameless guy, who personally went to threaten them.

What are you pretending to be all high and mighty for? Yang Qingheng isn't stupid; she can see right through you!

Sure enough, after only three seconds, a cold laugh came from the other end: "Let Song Hengjue answer the phone."

Fang Nan frantically winked, wishing he could throw this hot potato in Song Hengjue's face.

Song Hengjue glared at him and wrote a few words on a piece of paper, slamming them down in front of him.

"You don't want your salary anymore?"

Fang Nan gritted his teeth and said, "Sister Yang, Boss Yang, please see him. My brother Heng has been driven to depression by your beatings these past few days. Please have pity on me, your employee. I beg you."

"When did I become depressed?" Song Hengjue jumped up from his office chair and loudly defended himself.

At the same time, a woman's voice, full of hostility, came through the phone.

"Let him wash his neck and wait for me."

Song Hengjue stared at the disconnected phone, grinding his teeth in anger, and grabbed Fang Nan's collar: "Don't you want your foul mouth anymore?"

"Tsk," Fang Nan said smugly, pointing to the phone, "It may sound unpleasant, but I've made an appointment, haven't I?"

Song Hengjue remained silent for a moment, then released his grip, closed his eyes, and gave up entirely.

Oh well, so be it. He's never had any shame in front of Yang Qingheng anyway.

Now, what he urgently wants to find out is whether Yang Qingheng was reborn and what the truth of her past life was.

She sat up abruptly and looked at Fang Nan: "How's the matter I asked you to investigate going?"

“The investigation is almost complete. I spoke with a few of Second Master’s close associates, and they said that Yang Qingheng started cooperating with them in March. Before that, she had already been selling bags on the black market for a while,” Fang Nan said, clicking his tongue. “I really didn’t expect her to be so capable. If you hadn’t divorced back then, you would be a powerful duo now, and the company might be doing much better than it is now.”

Song Hengjue said coldly, "Are you out of your mind? Continue talking about things in the capital."

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