Song Hengjue's face darkened: "You still say that? I asked you to deal with Mu Xiaoxiao, that mistress, and it's been so long, and there's been no progress at all."

Fang Nan: ...His damn foul mouth.

“You don’t have anything to do right now, so this afternoon you can run a errand for me and transfer this to Yang Qingheng.” Song Hengjue opened the car door and pulled out a document from somewhere.

"Sure," Fang Nan said with a smile, taking it, but the smile froze on his face the moment he saw it clearly. "...Are you sure?"

Song Hengjue's ears burned, and he glanced at her, asking, "You have a problem with that?"

"Of course there is!" Fang Nan cursed. "Song Hengjue, I've been with you for years, and this is how you treat me?"

Song Hengjue frowned, certain: "You're sick."

Fang Nan was so excited he jumped out of bed. Of course he was sick—he had conjunctivitis!

He pleaded earnestly: "Song Hengjue, there's an old saying that goes, 'Brothers are like hands and feet, women are like clothes.' We've worked together for so many years, and we have such a good relationship. Don't you have anything to give me?"

She should at least be on equal footing with Yang Qingheng.

"It's not uncommon to see people with broken arms and legs, but have you ever seen someone without clothes? Go run naked in the street and see what happens," Song Hengjue said disdainfully.

The driver saw a long, slender hand reach out from the crack in the window and beckon to him. Understanding the gesture, he quickly strode over and opened the driver's side door.

Fang Nan stared at the document, his eyes gleaming with greed, his fingers slowly moving towards his belt. He swallowed nervously, and his shameless voice rang out in the car: "If you give me a million, it's not impossible."

The driver's worldview was shattered, and he turned around in shock.

"Get out!" Song Hengjue's temples throbbed with veins. He yanked open the car door and kicked him out, then the car sped away.

Fang Nan was unwilling to give up, so he shamelessly chased after him, pressed his face against the car window, and pleaded, "Brother, dear brother, just give me 500,000, that'll do."

Song Hengjue quickly closed the car window: "Driver, drive faster."

"You stingy bastard!" Fang Nan was so angry that he jumped up and down. Looking at the empty streets around him, it didn't look like there was a bus stop at all. He slapped his forehead and realized he had made a mistake.

"Let's go, I'll give you a ride." Sun Rong's voice came from behind.

Fang Nan's eyes lit up as if he had seen a savior. He clasped his hands together and said, "Thank you, thank you, sister-in-law, you are such a kind person." He then jumped into the car.

Sun Rong was amused by his witty remark and opened the car door to sit next to him.

On the way, Fang Nan hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Sun Rong was speechless: "Just say what you have to say."

"Cough cough," Fang Nan choked on his saliva, his eyes darting around, and he leaned in mischievously, "Sis, does your CEO Yang need an assistant? What do you think of me?"

"Guess what I do?" Sun Rong put down the documents in her hand, gave a forced smile, signaled the driver to stop the car, and kicked him in the butt with her high heel. "You little brat, you've tried to scheme against me."

The driver in front chuckled and started the car.

On the other side, several people had already gotten off the bus.

"These strawberries were sent over by my parents. I tried them, and they're quite sweet. You should like them." Tang Bainian first went to the kitchen to wash a plate of fruit, then rolled up his sleeves to scoop up the cat litter.

Mu Xiaoxiao quickly grabbed one, rolled her eyes at his retreating figure, and said sarcastically, "You~should~like~"

He's an old man in his fifties or sixties, what's he pretending for?

Yang Qingheng chuckled, "You two are just sworn enemies."

She realized that Tang Bainian was amiable to everyone on the surface, but he couldn't do anything about his own sister. Every time they met, he would get furious.

It's quite fun.

"Sister-in-law, you should eat too." Mu Xiaoxiao, contrary to her usual self, eagerly held out the fruit to her.

Yang Qingheng rubbed the goosebumps on her hands: "Just tell me what's on your mind, no need to beat around the bush."

“Then I won’t stand on ceremony,” Mu Xiaoxiao rubbed her palms together. “Sister-in-law, our college is having a joint social event with your college this weekend… hehe.”

"What, do you want me to help you find a match?" Yang Qingheng teased.

Mu Xiaoxiao's face turned bright red. She remained silent for a moment, then turned her head away, clearly acknowledging the situation.

“No problem.” Yang Qingheng nodded.

I don't know where this younger sister developed this peculiar habit, but she likes those boys in their art academy who dress in a flashy way, especially those in their design institute. They had hinted to her several times before that they wanted her to introduce them to someone, but she didn't agree, afraid that the elders in the Tang family would have objections.

I asked Tang Bainian last month, and he said that his family didn't have any special requirements for Mu Xiaoxiao's boyfriend. Now that he's come to her for help, it's not impossible for them to agree.

"Sister-in-law, you are the kindest fairy in the world," Mu Xiaoxiao exclaimed excitedly, stomping her feet. She gave her a bear hug and pinned her to the sofa, rubbing her neck hard twice and chuckling. "Sister-in-law, you have to sleep in my room tonight."

Before she could finish speaking, fate seized her by the throat. Tang Bainian, with a cold face, grabbed her by the collar and threw her onto the sofa: "Mu Xiaoxiao, you still need someone to sleep with you? How old are you?"

"Pah, pah, pah, you stingy little thing." Mu Xiaoxiao made a face and ran away in a flash.

"How are you?" Tang Bainian patted her back to help her catch her breath.

Yang Qingheng shook her head: "Why are you talking about her? Xiaoxiao knows what she's doing."

Tang Bainian pursed his lips and did not reply.

Weekend afternoon.

"Sister-in-law, why aren't you changing your clothes?" Mu Xiaoxiao poked her head in.

Yang Qingheng was dressed casually in a white shirt and a brown long skirt, looking more like she was going to work than going to a social event.

She shook her head and pulled Mu Xiaoxiao outside to change her shoes: "Why would a married woman like me dress so brightly? People who don't know better would think I'm going to find a man."

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