The tone ended almost threateningly.

Song Hengjue looked at him as if he had been insulted, staring straight into his eyes and mockingly said, "Do you think everyone is like you, only capable of resorting to underhanded tactics?"

He, Song Hengjue, is upright and honest, and would never stoop to such a despicable act.

"That would be for the best." Tang Bainian patted his shoulder and strode upstairs.

Song Hengjue pursed her lips, gazing indifferently at his retreating figure.

…………

1 a.m., Boxiang Group building.

Fang Nan was so sleepy he could barely lift his head. Looking at the man still reading documents inside, he was speechless and helpless: "Seriously, brother, what are you up to now? Why do you have to look at these documents now of all times?"

Looking at Song Hengjue's dark circles, he was afraid he might suddenly die.

I don't know what he's struggling with. Ever since he came back drunk that day, he's been either at the company or out negotiating deals. He hasn't slept for days.

"If you're tired, go back and rest." Song Hengjue said without even looking up.

Fang Nan laughed angrily: "You think I don't want to? I'm afraid you'll suddenly die. If we investigate later, and I'm the last person to have contact with you, wouldn't I become the prime suspect? Don't get me into this mess!"

Song Hengjue pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache: "I won't die."

"I'm not trying to be mean, but why are you so stubborn? Even if Yang Qingheng is a celestial being, she's still a woman. There are countless women in the world, many of whom are better than her. Why are you fixated on her, a married woman?" Fang Nan said, exasperated.

He felt that Song Hengjue was worse than a dog. He looked down on her when she was gentle and considerate, but now that she was being cold and sarcastic, he acted like he was on steroids.

They act like they're going to die; it's shameful to even talk about it.

Song Hengjue took a deep breath and finally told the truth: "It's not that I don't want to sleep, it's that I simply can't fall asleep."

Ever since that day when I talked to Yang Qingheng, every time I close my eyes, all I see is a tombstone, or Yang Qingheng's pale face like a ghost, or a bloody scene. And every now and then I seem to hear the sound of a baby crying.

He gave a bitter smile. Now, sleeping felt like torture to him, a kind of retribution.

Fang Nan was shocked: "When did this start?"

Song Hengjue shook his head and didn't reply.

Fang Nan scolded him a few times, genuinely worried that he might develop some psychological problems, so he made an appointment with a psychologist for him early the next morning.

"You can't even sleep with sleeping pills?" Dr. Cheng was surprised when he heard his description. "Your condition has worsened too quickly."