Yang Qingheng's face suddenly turned pale, and panic flashed in her eyes. As the man was about to walk over, her hands and feet went cold.

Song Hengjue felt like a mistress who couldn't be brought to the table. He was irritable and stubbornly refused to leave, but when he saw Yang Qingheng's anxious eyes, he hesitated for a second and then reluctantly scurried into the fitting room next door.

"Qingheng, what are you doing here?" Tang Bainian saw Yang Qingheng, and a smile suddenly appeared on his cold face as he strode over.

Mr. Zhang stared in disbelief at the two of them, who looked as flustered as if they had been caught cheating. Recalling the threatening look in Song Hengjue's eyes before he went in, his legs trembled. He quickly stepped forward to redeem himself, explaining with an embarrassed smile, "That's what I wanted to say. I was shopping with my wife just now and saw Mrs. Tang. She said it had been a long time since she had gone shopping with you, so my wife persuaded me to make this call."

Tang Bainian was skeptical, but the moment he saw the sweater in Yang Qingheng's hand, all his worries disappeared, and his eyes lit up with a smile: "Did you buy this sweater for me?"

What do you mean "his"? Yang Qingheng bought it for him!

Song Hengjue stared wide-eyed.

But then she heard a woman's affirmative voice from outside: "Yes, Mom said you've been busy lately, so I bought these for you. What do you think? Do you like these styles?"

This woman!

Enraged, Song Hengjue gritted his teeth and kicked the trash can next to him.

Tang Bainian's eyes darkened as he looked toward the fitting room, grabbed the clothes from Yang Qingheng's hands, and walked toward it, saying, "I'm going to change and try them on to see if the size is right."

Yang Qingheng's heart skipped a beat. She grabbed his arm, forced a smile, and said, "What, you still don't trust my judgment? How could the size I chose be wrong?"

Mr. Zhang nodded repeatedly: "Deputy Director Tang, Mrs. Tang has been married to you for so many years, do you think she doesn't know your place? Are you saying you don't trust Mrs. Tang?"

Tang Bainian glanced in the direction of the fitting room and nodded: "Of course I trust Qingheng's judgment."

Yang Qingheng felt there was something hidden in his words, but she couldn't quite make out what it meant. Anyway, since he hadn't caught her red-handed, he stubbornly refused to admit it and shoved the clothes in her hand into the hands of the sales clerk who was watching the show: "Check out."

Hearing that everyone outside had left, Song Hengjue walked out with a dark face.

Seeing the empty desktop, a wave of bitterness welled up inside me.

The clothes I was going to buy for him have all been taken by that bastard Tang Bainian!

"Sir, do you still want to buy this sweater?" The sales clerk asked hesitantly, looking at the sweater he was carrying that he had just gone in to change.

The person has already left, what's the point of him buying it himself!

Frustrated, Song Hengjue shoved the sweater into her arms and was about to chase after her.

Just a few seconds later, the door to the clothing store was pushed open with a bang.

His face was filled with resentment, as if he were seeking revenge, which was extremely frightening.

The sales clerk and the Zhang couple were startled and stared blankly at Song Hengjue.

"What are you looking at? Pay the bill!" Song Hengjue said irritably, grabbing the sweater and packing it into a bag for himself.

The next day, the company.

"Seriously, you're managing such a big company, aren't you just sitting around doing nothing?" Yang Qingheng was parched after finishing a meeting. As soon as she opened her office door, she saw the man sitting on the sofa with a thermos in his arms, staring at her expectantly. She was completely exasperated.

Although I don't want to admit it, I can't suppress my jealousy anymore.

Song Hengjue thought she was annoyed by him bringing her food every day, so he looked away and didn't dare to meet her eyes. He put the soup on the table and said, "Fang Nan helps look after things at the company. I heard from my sister-in-law that the food at your company isn't good, and you haven't been eating much lately, so I made some soup for you."

Yang Qingheng quickly organized the documents she had just brought back from the conference hall. She had no interest in listening to Tang Bu Tang's talk. She only had one sentence in mind and turned to stare at him.

"Wh...what's wrong?" The woman's gaze was so intense it felt like it could burn him to ashes. Song Hengjue's ears turned bright red, and he stammered.

Yang Qingheng rushed over and grabbed his hand tightly: "What did you just say? Say it again!"

"I said your sister-in-law was talking about you..."

Yang Qingheng raised her hand to interrupt: "That's not it."

Song Hengjue tentatively asked, "Does Fang Nan have any help with company matters?"

“Yes!” Yang Qingheng slapped her thigh and eagerly grasped his fists with both hands. “Song Hengjue, we’re practically bed-to-bed people now, so you should be pretty generous to me, right?”

Song Hengjue was so enraged by her blunt words that he blurted out, "Of course!"

Yang Qingheng succeeded, pressing the back of his head and giving him a hard kiss on the lips, making a crisp sound. This teased Song Hengjue so much that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet, and his ears turned as red as if they were about to bleed.

"Then you can give Fang Nan to me."

The woman's words made his mind go cold instantly. He stiffly looked up and said, word by word, "What did you say?"

"Seriously? You're so stingy." Yang Qingheng pinched one of his cheeks, looking a little unhappy.

She knew he had many capable secretaries on his side, and she had just lost one of her secretaries who was too busy to handle everything, so what was wrong with giving her one to work for?

Her soft fingertips brushed against his dry stubble, and she gently touched his earlobe, trying to reason with him: "Think about it, it's not safe for me to find someone outside. Fang Nan is much better; he's one of my own, and I feel more at ease using him."

Sleeping with other men is one thing, but she also wants to sleep with Fang Nan?

Song Hengjue felt like he'd been struck by lightning. The woman's words from yesterday kept echoing in his mind, and even with his good temper, he finally exploded: "Yang Qingheng, don't even think about it! If you dare touch Fang Nan, I'll... I'll..."

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