Looking at Yang Qingheng's indifferent face, and knowing that she was the type to respond to gentle persuasion but not force, he softened his voice and earnestly advised, "Yang Qingheng, there are countless good men in the world. With your wealth and good looks, you can find any kind of man you want. Why waste your time on a cheating man like him?"

Yang Qingheng, seeing his serious expression, felt a bit amused and teased him. She touched the stray hairs on the side of her face, feigned sadness, and revealed a hint of inferiority in her eyes. She sighed, "Sigh, you make it sound so easy. If I get divorced again, I'll be on my third marriage. Rumors about me are already circulating everywhere in the industry. If I divorce Tang Bainian, won't I become a laughing stock for them?"

So that's the reason!

Song Hengjue felt a pang of sadness, self-blame, regret, and overwhelming guilt.

It's all his fault. He insisted on making her divorce him without considering how she would live in the future, and he ruined her reputation.

With Tang Bainian's family being so well-off, it's no wonder Yang Qingheng wasn't treated well when she first married into the family.

For some reason, he wanted to do something for her, so he patted his chest and said, "Yang Qingheng, you mustn't underestimate yourself. It's just a man. I can find you any kind you want. Tall or short, thin or ugly, good-looking or not, you can choose whatever you like."

"We've been husband and wife, and I didn't expect you to be so loyal," Yang Qingheng almost laughed out loud as she watched him being completely fooled. She suppressed her smile and shook her head. "But, I've been with Tang Bainian for so many years, and I still have feelings for him. I still hope that I can be with him. You see, even though he plays around outside, he has never brought it to me to make me angry. It shows that he still cares about me."

"You're just fooling yourself!" Song Hengjue didn't expect that after saying so much, she would still come back to the beginning, and she was so angry that she jumped up from her chair.

He grabbed a handful of his hair and paced back and forth restlessly, unable to think of any way to bring Yang Qingheng, this foolish woman whose mind was filled with love, back to her senses.

Yang Qingheng took a sip of tea, glanced at her face a few times, and then crossed her legs as if watching a show.

A voice came from outside the door asking a question.

"Hello, tea delivery person, may I come in now?"

Yang Qingheng glanced at the empty teapot and replied, "Come in, thank you for your help."

Completely unaware that as the waiter pushed open the door to the private room, the scene inside was revealed to the outsiders.

Secretary Qian, accompanied by several leaders, passed by and nearly dropped his jaw when he saw the two people in the private room.

Adulterer? Deputy Director's wife?

"Xiao Qian, what are you looking at?" The leader next to him noticed that Secretary Qian hadn't followed and turned around.

Secretary Qian shook his head and quickly followed, saying, "It's nothing, Director, this way." He respectfully led the way for her.

After seeing the others off, my thoughts became increasingly chaotic.

He really didn't expect that the deputy director's wife would be so bold. She had already been caught cheating by the deputy director once, but this time she still dared to invite her mistress out alone.

This matter shouldn't have been his responsibility as a subordinate.

Secretary Qian was about to leave with his briefcase, but moral condemnation made him uneasy. Although Deputy Director Tang had been a bit strict in the past, causing him to work a lot of overtime, he had genuinely promoted him step by step.

Otherwise, how could someone with no money or power have climbed to this position?

A vein throbbed twice on his forehead. He gritted his teeth and made a phone call: "Deputy Director Tang?"

"What is it?" Tang Bainian asked.

Secretary Qian, clutching her phone, suddenly felt that her boss was a pathetic wretch, and her hatred for Yang Qingheng's shameless behavior deepened.

He stammered, "I just had dinner with some leaders and ran into the deputy director's wife at the restaurant."

This tone gave Tang Bainian a bad feeling: "Hmm, and then?"

“The boss of Boxiang is also inside,” she added, as if afraid he wouldn’t understand, “the one I met at the hotel last time, the one you asked me to look into.”

Tang Bainian's breath hitched: "Okay, I understand."

He hung up the phone, slumped into his chair, his eyes vacant for a second, then stood up and said, "Meeting adjourned," before striding back to his office.

The group exchanged bewildered glances, wondering why the deputy director had changed so drastically lately; his unpredictable behavior was truly frightening.

Yang Qingheng had had enough of the spectacle and was about to speak when her phone rang in her bag.

The man beside her also looked over. Yang Qingheng frowned, raised her hand and gave him a warning look, signaling him to be quiet, before answering the phone.

"Bai Nian?"

"Hmm," a gentle male voice came through the crackling sound of electricity, "Where are you now?"

"At the orphanage, what happened?" Yang Qingheng frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable, when she heard Tang Bainian ask such a curt question for the first time. She deliberately kept the matter of the orphanage a secret.

Tang Bainian remained silent for a moment, his eyes becoming even more obscure, his mouth bitter, and his fingertips digging tightly into the cap of his pen, devoid of any color.

Her tone was flustered, her breathing rapid, and her usually steady and gentle voice was tinged with unease: "I just went back to get some documents and saw Xiao Xuan vomiting. She looks like she's not doing well. Please come back and check on her quickly."

"Xiao Xuan is sick?!" Yang Qingheng was startled. She grabbed her bag from the table and rushed outside. "Don't panic, have you found a doctor? I'm going back right away."

I was shaking all over, and when I glanced at it unintentionally, the contents of my bag fell to the ground with a clatter.

Song Hengjue frowned, squatted down to help her pick it up, and asked worriedly, "What happened?"

"My son is sick, I need to go back first. I'll contact you later about the property transfer." Yang Qingheng didn't have the energy to explain to him and strode outside.

Song Hengjue was stunned, as if struck by lightning: "Son? You have a son?"