Yang Qingheng raised her hand, raised an eyebrow, as if she had just realized that the ring on her hand was missing: "I must have left it at the hotel yesterday and forgotten to take it. I'll have Sun Rong go to the hotel to get it for me in a bit."

"Why are you always so forgetful?" Tang Bainian's hand, with its veins slightly bulging, was inside his pocket. The hard silver ring was pressed against his palm. He took a slight breath and looked at the strands of hair on her head with a tender gaze that could drown a person. "A few days ago, Mom said that she thought the ring you're wearing now was too plain and that I wasn't thoughtful enough. She's coming over these two days and when she sees that you're not wearing the ring, she thinks we've had a fight."

"Then I'll have Sun Rong go to the jewelry store later and buy a higher-end one." Yang Qingheng was also afraid that the old lady would nag.

The thought of the old ring still being at Song Hengjue's house gave her a headache. However, she had stayed in the guest room that night, so he probably wouldn't find it for a while. She could tell the old lady and have her assistant go get it sometime.

Tang Bainian clenched his fists, pretending to be calm as he took the ring out of his pocket.

The silver ring has a simple design, but the bright diamond on it makes it look anything but simple.

It has a sense of understated luxury.

"This is what Xiaoxiao and I picked out when we went to the store the other day. Yours won't be delivered here anytime soon, so wear this for now. You don't need to bother buying a new one."

Yang Qingheng's gaze lingered on the ring for a moment, then she said helplessly, "It's just a piece of jewelry after all. Why did you buy something so expensive? Diamonds don't hold their value. You'll have trouble dealing with it if we get divorced."

Jade and the like can be collected, but diamonds won't be easy to sell.

Tang Bainian's enthusiasm was dampened by a bucket of cold water: "No matter what, it's just a few dollars. Just consider it as making the old lady happy."

He grabbed her hand and forcefully slipped it onto her arm.

The size was just right.

Yang Qingheng wasn't surprised. She and Xiaoxiao had the same size. Since Xiaoxiao had gone to pick it out with her, Xiaoxiao must have helped her try it on. Maybe Xiaoxiao even picked out the style herself.

Subconsciously, I felt that Tang Bainian wouldn't care too much about such things. Her words just now sounded a bit mercenary, always talking about money. What's wrong with her lately?

"I'll be going on a business trip to the south in a few days. If the company comes to my house looking for any documents, I'll need your help to find them in the study." Yang Qingheng took the opportunity to remind him of this.

Tang Bainian agreed without much thought.

It came so easily; with Yang Qingheng gone, things were even easier to arrange.

Yang Qingheng had no idea what the man was thinking. She glanced at the salesperson in front of her and gave a brief summary: "This one performs better than the previous one. The only downside is that it consumes fuel faster, right?"

"Yes, you understand perfectly." The salesperson nodded, nervously relieved. It was a rare opportunity to get a customer like this. These days, not everyone can afford a car, and getting someone who seemed genuinely interested in buying one was a stroke of luck.

"Are there any other models?" Yang Qingheng didn't seem very satisfied. She explained, "Since it's my husband's car, and he often goes on long trips, I want a high-performance model that also consumes less fuel."

The salesperson hesitated, glancing at the two of them almost imperceptibly, and said honestly, "We've recently received a few new models, but because they're newly released and there are many orders, the prices are quite high. If you're interested, you can take a look."

As he spoke, he led them to the innermost garage.

Yang Qingheng made her decision after just one glance, without hesitation: "This is the one."

The black design has smooth lines and doesn't immediately catch the eye, but it becomes more and more stunning the more you look at it, making it more suitable for Tang Bainian than the previous two stylish designs.

His position dictates that he cannot attract too much attention.

The salesperson was startled, swallowed hard, and said somewhat awkwardly, "Ma'am, this one is twice the price of the previous one, and we don't have many left right now. Why don't you consider the ones from before?"

"I don't drive much, so any car that works will do." No man dislikes a woman being generous to him, and Tang Bainian was genuinely happy, but he also knew that she was a little short on funds lately and didn't want her to spend too much.

"Since you're not opposed, then this one is the one." You can tell if someone likes something just by looking at it. Although the man tried his best to hide it, she could vaguely sense the surprise in his eyes, and she found it amusing.

Indeed, men of any era cannot resist the allure of cars.

"Madam, you mean..." The salesperson nervously swallowed and subconsciously looked up at Tang Bainian.

I thought this was the one in charge, but I never expected... a pretty boy.

Now, her eyes were practically glowing with malice as she looked at Yang Qingheng.

Yang Qingheng had no energy to pay attention to what the salesperson was thinking; her mind was completely occupied with the trip to the South.

The next morning, without notifying anyone, I boarded the train alone with my suitcase.

On the other side.

Qiao Xihe gently rubbed the knuckles of her fingers, lazily raising her eyes to look at the man in front of her: "What's Yang Qingheng up to these past two days?"

“Mr. Yang,” the man answered subconsciously, then quickly corrected himself, speaking respectfully, “Yang Qingheng went to the car dealership with the Tang family’s son a couple of days ago and didn’t come to work yesterday. Sun Rong also arrived around 10 a.m. that morning. I heard she has mild pneumonia and a fever, and needs to rest at home for a while.”

"Pneumonia?" Qiao Xihe scoffed, a hint of mockery and schadenfreude in her eyes. But something felt off. Judging from how desperate Yang Qingheng was, she would hold on even if she had only one breath left at such a critical moment. How could she suddenly stop caring about the company?

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