The moment the words were spoken, even the hostess's voice trembled slightly.

"This gentleman has offered one million. Anyone else want to bid? One million once, one million twice, one million three times. Sold."

The scene erupted in uproar.

"This guy from Haicheng is new here, doesn't he know the value?" Let alone a million, this land isn't even worth eight hundred thousand.

"They might have a grudge against Boss Zhang."

"People surnamed Zhang are too busy trying to curry favor with him, how could they possibly have a grudge against him?"

...

These words naturally reached Boss Zhang's ears. He subconsciously turned his head to look at Song Hengjue. The man was sitting upright, and his emotions were unreadable.

He smiled politely, a hint of flattery in his eyes: "President Song, if you like it, just let me know, and I won't argue with you."

"Mr. Zhang, there's no need to be so polite. We're not that close." Song Hengjue didn't even bother with a fake smile anymore.

After the auction ended, Yang Qingheng was in a bad mood and went straight out.

Song Hengjue stood up and tried to follow, but Tang Bainian blocked his way.

"Song Hengjue, don't forget what you said last month." His eyes were mocking.

Song Hengjue frowned, looking at him with a displeased expression: "I will do what I say, but it's not good for you to be cheating on me."

He just saw it: Yang Qingheng has been married for so many years, but she doesn't have a ring on her hand!

Tang Bainian couldn't even be bothered to give her a perfunctory response, but he was quite attentive to his mistress!

The more Song Hengjue thought about it, the more wronged she felt for Yang Qingheng. She must have been deceived by Tang Bainian, who was full of lies.

"Don't worry about our family matters." Tang Bainian saw that Yang Qingheng was about to get into the car, too lazy to argue with him, and strode after her.

Song Hengjue frowned, opened his mouth to call out to Yang Qingheng, but the woman just floated past him, treating him even less like a stranger.

Song Hengjue's heart skipped a beat, and his throat tightened.

…………

"Stop construction on the new welfare home immediately," Yang Qingheng instructed Sun Rong as soon as she arrived at the company the next morning.

Sun Rong was startled and asked cautiously, "Why has work stopped? Did something happen?"

"Boss Zhang bought that plot of land next door; he's probably going to build a concrete plant there." Yang Qingheng pinched her brow, her face extremely pale.

Their immediate halt to work was a timely measure to minimize losses, but the subsequent arrangements for the children became even more problematic.

With over six hundred children, where could she find such a large resettlement house?

With just one sentence, Sun Rong understood the whole story. Her expression changed, and she said resentfully, "This Boss Zhang is a real scoundrel."

If it were another factory, it might be barely acceptable for the children to live there. But if Boss Zhang's concrete factory were there, not only would it be noisy, but the children are weak and might develop respiratory illnesses. Wouldn't that be a tragedy?

“But we’ve already bought the land…” Sun Rong sighed, helplessly preparing to go out and make arrangements.

The secretary knocked on the door: "Mr. Yang, a document has been delivered downstairs."

"What document? Let me see it." Yang Qingheng was surprised. In the company, documents are usually handled by designated personnel. This was the first time that one had been delivered directly to the front desk.

The secretary was also uneasy, cursing inwardly.

Who's being so inconsiderate? If Boss Yang finds out, they'll get scolded again.

However, the next second, the woman in front of him actually curled the corners of her lips into a smile.

The secretary was surprised and even more curious about the contents of the document.

Sister-in-law Sun was standing nearby. She glanced at it and her eyes suddenly widened. She even spoke in her local dialect: "My goodness, what is he up to?"

"I don't understand." Yang Qingheng waved to her secretary, pondered for a moment, and picked up her phone.

Sun Rong knew who she was going to call, and wisely avoided the call, closing the office door behind her.

"What do you want to do?" Yang Qingheng's flat voice came through the phone.

Song Hengjue nodded to his business partner across the street and walked out onto the balcony.

"I want to apologize to you..." The word caught in his throat, Yang Qingheng's bare fingers kept dangling in his mind, and he couldn't help but change his words, "Can we meet?"

She shouldn't have been kept in the dark.

Yang Qingheng remained silent, the contract between her fingers scraping against her soft fingertips. Thinking that this thing was worth a million, she reluctantly nodded: "Okay, just tell Sun Rong when you've decided on the location."

She seemed unwilling to waste even a second on him, and hung up the phone in an instant.

Song Hengjue was very perceptive, or perhaps he didn't want to disappoint her, so this time the meeting place was a restaurant not far from her company.

When Yang Qingheng went in, he was already sitting inside. She glanced at the tea on the table and saw that half a pot was gone, so he must have been there for a long time.

"What would you like to eat?" Song Hengjue was taken aback, pulled out a chair for her, and handed her the menu.

Yang Qingheng didn't stand on ceremony at all and ordered six dishes from the waiter next to her.

The restaurant was very efficient; the food was served in just over ten minutes.

The man opposite her didn't speak, and Yang Qingheng didn't speak either, deliberately stalling for time. She pointed to the dishes in front of her and said, "Eat, why aren't you eating?"

Song Hengjue paused with her chopsticks, her eyes sweeping over the dishes on the table. Of the six dishes, five had onions added, and the only vegetable dish she had asked for had green peppers added.

This is deliberately making things difficult for him.

Seeing the slight smile in the woman's eyes, Song Hengjue took a deep breath, picked up a piece of onion, and put it in his mouth.

"Alright, go ahead, what is it?" Half a plate of onions was gone from the table, and Yang Qingheng was satisfied. She picked up a napkin and wiped her mouth.

"Why aren't you wearing a ring?" Song Hengjue's eyes quickly swept over her hand as he poured himself a cup of tea, as if it were just a casual question.

Yang Qingheng frowned, unsure of what he was trying to say. She rubbed her knuckles with her other hand under the table, saying indifferently, "We have a good relationship, so rings are optional. You know I don't like wearing jewelry, so Bai Nian didn't force me."

Stupid woman, he's just too lazy to be polite!

Song Hengjue was even more certain that Tang Bainian, that bastard, didn't take Yang Qingheng seriously and was bullying her because she had no family to back her up!

The fire in his heart almost burned his lungs, and his mouth was out of control: "I saw him buying rings with another woman at a jewelry store the other day. You're wearing a green hat on your feet, and you're still defending him."

Yang Qingheng, however, sensed a hint of sarcasm in the man's words and deliberately spiteed him with nonsense: "Oh, it's alright, Bai Nian knows his limits. Even if he's out having fun, he'll still come home on time."

His nonchalant demeanor clearly indicated that he had known about this all along. Song Hengjue gritted his teeth until they ached: "You like him that much?"