The old lady hadn't noticed the awkward atmosphere yet, and excitedly pulled Song Hengjue along: "Hengjue, there are so many guests at this banquet, I can't possibly entertain them all. When Xiaoxiao comes back later, I'll have her show you around. You can ask her anything you need. You're all young people, you'll have plenty to talk about."

Yang Qingheng's smile gradually froze on her face. She grabbed Mu Huihe and pulled her into a corner. As if someone had poisoned her throat, she struggled to utter each word: "Mom, this... this is the handsome young man you were going to introduce to Xiaoxiao?!"

Her lips twitched, and she rolled her eyes twice inwardly. Luckily, Mu Xiaoxiao went to the restroom, otherwise, given how much Mu Xiaoxiao hated Song Hengjue, she would have gone crazy and kicked this man out right now!

"How was it? Not bad, right?" Mu Huihe was still immersed in her pleasant mood, her face glowing. Yang Qingheng really couldn't bear to tell her the truth.

She gave a forced smile and said, "I don't think this gentleman is very familiar with this place. Xiaoxiao went out and we don't know when she'll be back. Why don't you let your aunt take him around to get acquainted with the area? What do you think, Aunt?"

Zhou Shuwen had been waiting for these words, and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes." She grabbed Song Hengjue's sleeve and dragged him away. The usually elegant lady now looked like a witch, baring her teeth and grinning, wishing she could smash the despicable man in front of her with a poisoned apple.

She really wanted to smash his head open and see what was inside! At Grandma Yang Qingheng's banquet, one of her ex-husbands came over. If you didn't know he was there to attend the banquet, you'd think he was there to attend the old lady's funeral!

However, despite the woman's best efforts, the man remained completely still.

Song Hengjue's feet seemed glued to the floor, but his polite smile remained unchanged: "Auntie, I've been to this banquet hall before, so there's no need to go out and explore. We can just chat here."

In the next few minutes, however, he kept glancing at Yang Qingheng out of the corner of his eye while drinking, especially at the child who seemed to want to stick to her.

Yang Qingheng felt uncomfortable under his intense gaze, and after giving him a cold look, Song Hengjue awkwardly looked away.

"Alright, since you've come, there's no need to be polite. Chat and eat as you please, don't be shy." Mu Huihe chuckled, her eyes shining as she looked at the young man in front of her, wishing she could just grab his head and throw him in front of her daughter right now.

This young man is becoming more and more pleasing to the eye.

Song Hengjue nodded.

After the old lady left, Yang Qingheng's face immediately turned cold: "Song Hengjue, didn't we already agree on what you were doing here? Get out of here and stop getting in my way."

Stung by her disdainful gaze, Song Hengjue felt a pang of sadness. He took a breath and forced a nonchalant smile: "You don't need to kick me out. I only just found out she's your mother-in-law. I'll leave on my own after the banquet."

"Whatever you want." Yang Qingheng was annoyed. She saw Tang Bainian and Secretary Qian come in from outside the door, put the child back in Mingyu's arms, and strode over to greet them.

"Bai Nian, why are you only arriving now?"

Tang Bainian's gaze lingered on Song Hengjue for a moment, then he gently smiled at Yang Qingheng, his large hand gently encircling her slender waist: "The director had something to discuss with me today, so I'm a little late. I didn't miss anything, did I?"

From a distance, they looked like a perfect match, both handsome and beautiful.

Yang Qingheng took his arm and led him toward the old lady: "The banquet has just started, don't miss it. Go tell your mother now, she's asked several times if you're here."

She smiles so beautifully at a cheating man; she really doesn't seem to mind at all.

Song Hengjue's eyes revealed a mocking expression, but he didn't realize that he was feeling a sour taste rising in his heart, a sour taste that even Zhou Shuwen next to him was suffocated by.

Thinking of the man's previous attitude towards Yang Qingheng, she felt a surge of anger and thought he wasn't pitiful enough, so she mocked him maliciously: "We should thank you for your bad judgment back then, otherwise we wouldn't have been able to pick up such a treasure as Qingheng."

"Oh, congratulations then." Song Hengjue's gentle expression instantly froze. Only he knew how much these words affected his heart. A glass of strong liquor was poured down his throat like water, and the steam rushed to his face.

He stared intently in one direction, then, using the excuse of getting some fresh air, strode off in that direction.

Just as Mingyu carried the child into the corridor, a lithe figure suddenly blocked his way.

Song Hengjue pursed his lips, his eyes fixed on the child, a tenderness he himself didn't realize in them. He hesitated before reaching out his hand: "I...can I hold him?"

Does he like children that much?

The last time Mingyu saw this man treat someone so gently was in his own backyard, and a strong sense of unease rose in his heart. But here, only Song Hengjue was there, and the child in his arms was crying from hunger. His heart was breaking.

Bo Xiang's boss, who was also Yang Qingheng's ex-husband, couldn't possibly steal a child. After hesitating for a few seconds, she carefully placed the child in his arms: "You hold his neck with your hand, and use this hand to support his bottom from above. I'm going to make a cup of milk powder and I'll be right back. You wait for me here."

But Song Hengjue didn't even think for a moment before skillfully taking the child, even more skillfully than he had been holding the child for half a year. He was stunned for a moment.

"Alright, hurry up and go, the child is crying from hunger." Song Hengjue said with heartache, urging him on. Anyone who didn't know better would think he was the biological father.

Mingyu scratched his head, feeling even more uneasy, but the child kept crying and his head was throbbing, so he rushed into the room.

After Song Hengjue saw him go inside, she looked closely at the child in her arms.

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