Yang Qingheng thought he was unhappy about being ordered around, so she pouted and didn't take it to heart. She picked out a few items and put them on the chair for him to try on, then walked to the women's clothing section on the side.

Little did they know, their actions had been observed by the two people behind them.

Mr. Zhang had been looking for an opportunity to curry favor with Song Hengjue. He had originally planned to come to the mall with his wife today to pick out some gifts and visit her, but before he even started choosing the gifts, he witnessed this scene.

That woman Yang Qingheng actually brought a man out shopping!

"You can tell from his back that it's not that Tang family man. I wonder where this random guy came from," Mrs. Zhang sneered.

"This pheasant has barely settled into her new life and she's already cheating on me. I want to see if Tang Bainian will divorce her when he finds out," Boss Zhang sneered, taking his phone aside to make a call.

Last time, that vase and that bastard Tang Bainian mocked him for having an illegitimate child. He wanted to see what kind of chaotic scene would unfold if Tang Bainian found out.

That brat from the mountain dares to fight him! She's courting death!

After making the call, Mr. Zhang was still not satisfied, so he dragged Mrs. Zhang towards the clothing store.

"Oh, isn't this Mrs. Tang?"

Yang Qingheng heard a familiar voice behind her, turned around, and the smile in her eyes vanished instantly. She nodded blankly, "Mr. Zhang, Mrs. Zhang."

She had a lot of grudges with Mr. Zhang, who had competed with her for land at the auction last time, so she didn't believe that the couple would come over to greet her.

Sure enough, the next second Boss Zhang tore off the mask: "Does Tang Bainian know that his wife is so promiscuous outside?"

His small eyes glanced toward the fitting room.

“Mr. Zhang, it’s none of your business what other people do.” Yang Qingheng’s brow twitched. Just thinking about Tang Bainian’s expression when he found out that she was getting back together with her ex-husband made her blush.

"You still want me to keep it a secret for you? Mrs. Tang seems to have forgotten what our relationship is." Boss Zhang looked her up and down, a lewd look in his eyes.

No wonder Tang Bainian insisted on marrying a country bumpkin. Look at her, with her curvaceous figure and her tender, youthful face. Not to mention the plain-looking woman next to her, even his mistress couldn't compare.

I wonder if the body under the clothes is as tender as this face.

Mr. Zhang swallowed hard, making a loud "gulp" sound in the quiet clothing store. Mrs. Zhang, who was beside him, knew without a doubt what the old lecher was thinking about. Looking at Yang Qingheng's seductive appearance, she was so angry that she gritted her teeth.

However, she had no choice but to go along with her husband and raised her chin at Yang Qingheng: "Yang Qingheng, it's fine if you want us not to leak this matter."

"Mrs. Zhang, please speak." Yang Qingheng was at ease, arms crossed, leaning against the counter. She wanted to see what this couple was up to.

Mrs. Zhang scoffed, took a bunch of keys out of her bag and threw them into her arms: "If I don't see you here tonight, I can't guarantee where your story will spread tomorrow."

"You mean... sleep with someone?" Yang Qingheng suddenly understood. She looked at Boss Zhang, who was leering at her, and then at Mrs. Zhang, who was fawning over Boss Zhang. Her stomach churned, and she almost vomited on the spot.

This isn't a married couple; they're clearly a brothel madam and a ladybug.

You little brat, you dare to mess with her! You used to be nothing more than her dog, but now that you've gained some power, you think you can talk back to her? I'll get you!

Mrs. Zhang sneered, her impression of Yang Qingheng still stuck on the time when this woman had just arrived in the capital, had no connections, and could only serve them tea and water to curry favor.

A once subservient pheasant suddenly became her equal, and during holidays the elders in the family would compare them. How could Mrs. Zhang not hate them? When she had the chance, she naturally bullied them mercilessly.

"We're giving you face by letting you come. If it weren't for your good looks, what right do you think you would have to come?" Mrs. Zhang thought she was simply ungrateful.

Yang Qingheng's face was cold and she was about to speak when Mrs. Zhang in front of her exclaimed and pointed to her shoes: "Oh dear, they're dirty. I'm pregnant and can't squat down. Mrs. Tang, can you help me? Is that alright?"

She smiled at Yang Qingheng, and it was as if time had suddenly turned back to six years ago, when Yang Qingheng served tea and water and let them bully her.

She's the kind of person who wouldn't flinch even if coffee was spilled on her face, but now she dares to bite someone! Today, she's going to break her teeth one by one and show her what kind of person she really is.

Mrs. Zhang felt an overwhelming sense of pleasure as she looked down at the woman in front of her.

"What, sir? Are you waiting for me to polish your shoes?" A low, husky male voice came from behind, sounding sinister.

The couple turned around and met Song Hengjue's familiar face.

Mr. Zhang was surprised and quickly stepped forward to ingratiate himself: "President Song, what are you doing here?"

"Don't you know why I'm here? Didn't your wife just ask me to shine your shoes?" Song Hengjue sneered, instinctively shielding Yang Qingheng behind him.

Even the slow-witted Boss Zhang noticed something and took a closer look at Song Hengjue's clothes.

Isn't that the adulterer from earlier!

Cold sweat soaked his collar, clinging limply to his neck, but he dared not raise his hand to wipe it, forcing a smile: "Mr. Song, what are you saying? Even if I were a big shot, I wouldn't dare let you shine my shoes!"

"What's the difference between letting my friend wipe it and letting me wipe it?" Song Hengjue sneered, reluctantly swallowing the word "woman" under Yang Qingheng's threatening gaze.

Mr. Zhang was on the verge of tears, and seeing the two chatting so familiarly, he understood.

I've really messed up!

His legs went weak, and he almost knelt down before Yang Qing.

Just then, the door to the clothing store was pushed open from the outside, and Tang Bainian's voice came through: "Mr. Zhang, what brings you here today?"