He...he's good-looking, has a great waist, and most importantly...

[The male escorts outside are so expensive, but this one I have is cheap and works great!]

This... can be considered a form of affirmation, I suppose.

Song Hengjue stroked his chin, finally feeling a bit more confident.

He's much better looking than that old man Tang Bainian. I don't believe that Yang Qingheng, that lecherous bastard, won't fall for it!

Ah, men.

Mo Yao rolled her eyes inwardly, but on the surface she looked excited. She slammed her hand on the table and encouraged him wildly, as if she were the one pursuing the woman: "President Song, I think that for a boss as big as you who can lead our company to such great success, your friend's taste must be excellent. The girl he's chosen must be one in a million... no! She's practically the best girl in the world. He must have the best taste too. After seeing your friend's sincerity, he'll definitely choose him! Your friend will definitely win the heart of the beauty!"

The passionate words stirred Song Hengjue's blood to the point that he almost thought Yang Qingheng had taken a liking to him.

Then, a group of secretaries in the office watched as their usually dignified and composed boss suddenly stood up, paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, his face flushed with excitement.

Mo Yao: ...

Fang Nan: ...

Everyone: Mr. Song, you've lost all face.

Song Hengjue was still immersed in his own emotions, completely unaware of the strange looks from everyone. He waved his hand and said, "You all did a great job on today's task. Fang Nan, everyone's salary will be increased by fifty percent this month!"

Mo Yao got so excited that she jumped up from her chair. After becoming rich, her flattery level had risen a notch: "President Song, I wish your friend's loved one a long and happy marriage, many children, and a long and healthy life together. Down with the shameless cheating man!"

The other secretaries rubbed their hands together, as if they'd been injected with adrenaline: "Down with the shameless cheating man!"

The male secretary hesitated for a few seconds before echoing, "I wish your friend a son in one fell swoop, two in three years, and three in five years."

An eerie silence fell over the scene.

Song Hengjue's face suddenly darkened, and he looked him up and down a few times: "Who recruited you?"

Even the slow-witted secretary knew he had messed up. His face turned pale, and he stammered, "I...I...Mr. Song, I'm sorry." He was completely bewildered until Fang Nan kicked him out, not knowing what he had done to offend the boss.

He glanced at the group of women inside, then suddenly realized what was going on, and felt utterly mocked.

It seems that women have an easier time in the workplace; as long as they dress up attractively, they can win the favor of their superiors.

The group of women were so engrossed in the joy of their raises that they paid no attention to his emotions. After thanking Song Hengjue, they seemed to have been injected with some kind of energy, and their backaches, headaches, and even bathroom breaks disappeared. They were determined to work hard today.

"Your name is Mo Yao, right?" Song Hengjue suddenly said.

Mo Yao quickly turned around, forcing a professional smile: "Yes, President Song, is there anything else you need?"

“No, not at all,” Song Hengjue looked up and nodded approvingly at her. “The secretary-general resigned a couple of days ago, and the position is now vacant, so you will temporarily take over.”

Mo Yao was in a daze until the moment she walked out of the office.

She...she's become the secretary-general?!

Just because he encouraged the boss to become a mistress?

Mo Yao was filled with mixed feelings, and she slapped herself in the face.

What a terrible thing!

…………

Restaurant.

Yang Qingheng reached out and hugged Xixi, pinching his little feet, which made the child kick his little feet and make noises.

"Xixi's first birthday celebration is coming up soon, where are you planning to hold it?"

“Let’s keep it at the old house. It’s spacious, and it’s always more convenient to hold it at home than outside. We can take better care of everyone,” Cheng Shu said. “We need to write the invitations in a couple of days.”

"How many people have you planned to hire? Are you hiring your company's shareholders and partners?" Yang Qingheng asked.

“Of course we have to invite them. The old man and the old lady weren’t satisfied with the baby’s one-month celebration, so they want to have a big one-year celebration.” Cheng Shu nodded.

Before the words were even finished, Mingyu, who had been making faces to amuse his son, reacted instinctively and his face turned as black as coal: "You're not allowed to send invitations to that bastard Song Hengjue's company!"

"What's wrong with your temper? Song Hengjue even sent gifts and came to apologize. It was just a misunderstanding. Maybe your family's company will have to cooperate with him in the future. What's wrong with you forgiving him this time?" Cheng Shu frowned.

The usually gentle man suddenly turned cold. Mingyu was stunned for a second, feeling wronged and upset, but gritted his teeth and insisted: "We just can't invite that lunatic Song Hengjue!"

"I can't reason with you." Cheng Shu was too lazy to argue with him. She would discuss it with the old man. It would be a waste of breath to talk to him.

Mingyu snorted and turned to tease his son, but looking at the little face in front of him, he felt more and more aggrieved. He pinched the little face and said fiercely, "You brat, you didn't really call that bastard daddy, did you?"

Xixi didn't understand and kept making babbling noises, but Mingyu felt more and more that it was possible.

He'd been inside making milk for so long, that bastard Song Hengjue might have already succeeded!

Damn it! The hatred for having my child stolen is irreconcilable!

Seeing the man's ever-changing expressions, as if he wanted to kill Song Hengjue, Yang Qingheng burst out laughing.

"You're still laughing! You're still laughing!" Mingyu exploded, his teeth itching with anger. "You're so despicable, you'll get your comeuppance sooner or later. When your child is born, that man Song Hengjue will trick you into calling him Dad, no, Grandpa."

Cheng Shu was speechless. She glanced at Yang Qingheng across from her, then at her own silly man, and thought to herself, "If this really happens, Tang Bainian will be crying."

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