Song Hengjue was oblivious to the insults hurled at him from behind. His mind was completely consumed by the thought of being kicked out by Yang Qingheng. His heart sank, and he was so annoyed that even the trash cans on the street seemed like an eyesore.

Fang Nan started the car, glanced at the rearview mirror, and almost burst out laughing when he met the man's aggrieved handsome face: "What, kicked out again?"

Song Hengjue was already furious. When he saw Fang Nan, he couldn't stop thinking about Yang Qingheng's words that she wanted him to give Fang Nan to her. He felt like his lungs were about to explode. He glared at her and said coldly, "Go drive your car. It's none of your business!"

"Tsk, with such a bad temper, it's no wonder Yang Qingheng likes you." Fang Nan rolled his eyes, mocking mercilessly.

Little did he know that these words were like thorns stabbing into Song Hengjue's bleeding heart.

"She doesn't like me, and she won't like you either!" She kicked the seat in front of her.

Fang Nan gasped, utterly bewildered. What did that crazy woman Yang Qingheng want? He was afraid to even dream about it if she gave it to him. Only this love-struck fool would treat her like a treasure.

Thinking about his salary, he gritted his teeth and swallowed back his complaints.

I finally managed to get Song Hengjue to raise my salary back after the recent cuts these past two days, I can't let him squander it all at once.

Song Hengjue seemed to realize something, and turned his gaze from the window to the front: "The Ming family is going to hold a banquet, why didn't you tell me about this?"

"They didn't even send an invitation, why would they tell you? Besides, you've never liked attending these kinds of banquets." Fang Nan glanced at the rearview mirror.

"How could there not be? The Ming family has been sending invitations to the company all along." Song Hengjue frowned. They even sent invitations to his blind date event before, so there's no reason why they wouldn't send one for such a big event as a baby's first birthday banquet.

An eerie silence fell over the carriage for a second, then Fang Nan's voice drifted out softly: "...You tell me why there isn't any."

If some kind-hearted person were to force someone else's chubby son to call him "Dad," and now even want to attend the child's first birthday celebration, Song Hengjue, the person involved, would feel embarrassed, but Song Hengjue would feel ashamed on his own behalf.

Song Hengjue: ...

After hesitating for a few seconds, he muttered to himself, "So, I apologized, and they forgave me."

The embarrassment came belatedly; if he had known it wasn't Yang Qingheng's child, he wouldn't have made such a fool of himself.

Fang Nan scoffed.

Song Hengjue frowned: "Go find an invitation. I'm going this afternoon too."

Tang Bainian, that bastard, finally got to work overtime, and tonight was the perfect opportunity. He was determined to lure Yang Qingheng home. Thinking of this, he cleared his throat, which felt itchy.

Fang Nan rolled his eyes: "The Ming family's invitations are limited in number. If you can't even get one, why should they give me one? Brother, I'm just a secretary. Any more would cost extra."

After thinking about it, Song Hengjue realized he was right. He remained silent for a long time before picking up his phone and making a call.

Pan Zhen was flattered to receive Song Hengjue's call: "Mr. Song, what is the matter that you called today?"

"You have the invitation from the Ming family, right? Send it to me." Song Hengjue didn't stand on ceremony at all.

Pan Zhen thought it was something big, but it turned out to be about the invitation. He was stunned for a second. It was strange. Bo Xiang was such a big company. Would the Ming family not send an invitation to Song Hengjue?

However, this is not a question he should be thinking about.

Pan Zhen opened the drawer and took out the invitation that Song Hengjue had mentioned. He glanced at it a few times, feeling a little reluctant. The Ming family had a high threshold for entry, and his entire family had only received one invitation. He was even thinking of going to the banquet to build a relationship with the Ming family.

"What's wrong? You're not happy?"

Song Hengjue's voice was emotionless, but Pan Zhen detected a hint of displeasure in it. He quickly tried to appease him, saying, "No, what I mean is, although my wife really wants to attend this banquet, since President Song has already spoken, I can have someone deliver the invitation to you immediately."

"Okay, right away."

Pan Zhen's mouth moved faster than his brain: "Since President Song said it's not necessary, then I'll... huh?"

Upon recalling what Song Hengjue had just said, he froze on the spot.

Is Mr. Song deaf?! He already said that his wife likes it, shouldn't a normal person politely decline and say no? He really has no manners at all!

Pan Zhen was extremely anxious.

Over there, Song Hengjue emphasized again, "I said, you can send it over right away."

Pan Zhen's anxiety finally died.

He nodded obediently, "Mr. Song, you're right. I'll send someone to deliver it to you right away."

Remembering something, he stood up: "By the way, Mr. Song, I've almost finished preparing the goods that Miss Feng requested. When would you like to make the payment?"

"What does her business have to do with me? What girlfriend? Don't talk nonsense." Song Hengjue curled his fingers and tapped them on the wooden armrest of the chair.

The man's cold voice rang out in the carriage, sounding extremely unpleasant.

Pan Zhen's eyelids twitched, suspecting that the two had broken up. Afraid that mentioning that woman would upset Song Hengjue, he quickly smiled a few times and hung up the phone.

Yang Qingheng lifted her skirt and entered the reception room. Her phone rang again in her bag. She mechanically hung up the phone for the umpteenth time, her face dark and looking somewhat impatient.

Cheng Shu saw her standing in the corner, holding the child, and came over with a teasing look in her eyes: "Your phone keeps ringing. Is Tang Bainian so clingy that he can't bear to be apart from you for even a moment?"

“It’s not him, just a supplier, insignificant.” Yang Qingheng’s eyes flickered slightly as she reached out and gently rubbed the child’s chubby face.

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