"You've forgiven me?" Song Hengjue persisted.

Yang Qingheng gritted her teeth: "If you don't get up, don't ever see me again."

Song Hengjue chuckled, scrambled to his feet, his joy almost overflowing from his eyes. He covered his upturned lips with his fist, bowed to everyone, and said, "Thank you all for helping us reconcile. You've all worked so hard. Let me treat you to dinner."

He raised his chin at Fang Nan.

He has no one to carry him; is he only fit to run errands as a subordinate?

Fang Nan rolled her eyes inwardly, but greeted everyone warmly, "It's lunchtime, ladies, why don't you do me a favor and come to a restaurant with me?"

After watching the excitement, they could also grab lunch. "A fool wouldn't take advantage of such a good deal," so the group followed Fang Nan.

The driver breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there was no one on the road ahead, and slowly started the car.

Song Hengjue's hand, which was about to pull the car door, missed. He chased after her for a few steps, but when he realized that she really didn't intend to stop, he awkwardly raised his hand and touched his nose.

Suddenly remembering something, he slapped his forehead and ran towards his car.

His flowers!

"You...with him?" Sun Rong pointed at Song Hengjue, then turned around, "And Tang Bainian..."

He hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

He slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "What a disaster!"

Yang Qingheng realized that in Sun Rong's eyes, she and Tang Bainian were still a legitimate couple. She coughed lightly and said, "Tang Bainian and I have a marriage of convenience."

"Huh?" Sun Rong didn't react.

"Tang Bainian said his family was pressuring him to get married, and since I had just arrived in Beijing at that time, I needed him to help me find some connections. After discussing it, we figured we knew each other well and were much safer than other women, so we simply signed a contract to get married and put on a show for the elders. However, we agreed that we would get a divorce after he finished his promotion during this period." Yang Qingheng felt embarrassed by her accusing gaze and quickly explained.

"Fake?!" Sun Rong exclaimed in shock, her voice cracking as if her brain had turned to mush.

After realizing what had happened, he laughed in anger and slapped Yang Qingheng twice hard: "You bad person, you even lied to me, and for five years! You really treat me like an outsider!"

“That’s not how it is,” Yang Qingheng said, her eyes darting around. “When I married Tang Bainian, you hadn’t come to the capital yet. Later, I saw how happy you were after hearing about my marriage, and since it’s not exactly something to be proud of, I didn’t explain.”

Seeing that Sun Rong still had a cold face, she smiled awkwardly, grabbed her arm and shook it: "My sister, dear sister, please forgive me this once."

"Sigh, as long as you know it, that's fine." Sun Rong sighed and gently tapped her head, afraid that she didn't know it.

She didn't have those feelings for Tang Bainian, but Tang Bainian didn't seem to have no feelings for her.

Yang Qingheng is an insider, so she can't see clearly.

As an outsider, she could see it clearly: every time she appeared, Tang Bainian's eyes were practically glued to her; he didn't seem innocent at all.

I don't know if the promotion thing is true or not.

Finally, she shook her head. After all, it was a matter between the three of them, and as an outsider, she had no right to interfere. She would just let them make a fuss.

Both seem pretty good, so the girl won't lose out by choosing whichever she ends up with.

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"They've already dispersed?" On the tenth floor, a group of people gathered around the window.

"Whose man is he? He's even followed me to the company." One of the secretaries shook her head, looking on with a hint of amusement.

The woman next to her clicked her tongue twice, her tone full of pity: "I heard that President Yang is coming back today. After all this commotion, it's bound to reach her ears."

"That's it, this female colleague is probably packing her bags and leaving." One of them joked. You see, Yang Qingheng hates it most when people bring their family problems to the company. Last time, a male colleague was fired on the spot because his mistress came to the company to make a scene.

I heard he's a relative of the general manager, and many people went to plead for him.

Yang Qingheng only said one sentence.

"If you can't handle personal matters, your work skills are probably lacking as well. Go to the finance department to settle your wages. Don't come in tomorrow."

As soon as they finished speaking, the glass door behind them was pushed open from the outside, and Yang Qingheng's stern voice came: "Working hours, this isn't a place for you to watch the show."

The group was startled and ran back to their workstations dejectedly.

Yang Qingheng wasn't one to make a big deal out of things. She said something and simply opened the office door.

Everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"I was terrified. I always see Mr. Yang drive here, why is he all alone today?" The person near the bed patted his chest, still shaken from the shock.

"She probably came in because there were too many people downstairs," the person next to her casually replied. "I wonder how she'll handle that situation downstairs later..."

When she saw the man holding flowers outside the door, her mind went blank.

This...this...isn't this the protagonist they were talking about? The man downstairs!

The office was deathly silent; so quiet you could fit an egg in each person's mouth.

Even more shockingly, the man effortlessly opened the door to General Manager Yang's office.

Everyone swallowed hard and exchanged glances.

…………

"Didn't I tell you to knock before entering..." Yang Qingheng had just sat down when she heard the door open. She scolded him angrily, but when she saw the familiar person, she fell silent. Pointing at Song Hengjue, she threw a pen at him, "Who told you to come up here!"

Song Hengjue was hurt by her disdainful look.

"Am I really that shameful?" He was furious and embarrassed. He raised the flowers in his hand and subconsciously wanted to slam them on the table. After hesitating for two seconds, he chose to throw a tantrum rather than be thrown out by Yang Qingheng.

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