"Why not?" Song Hengjue asked, displeased.

The doorman looked him up and down, then took out a photo from his pocket, compared it carefully, and became even more certain: "Yes, it's you. Our young master said that people can go in today, and dogs can go in too, but you can't."

He raised his chin, firmly blocking his way.

Wow, who else could this be but Song Hengjue's high school ID photo?

Fang Nan peeked over and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Song Hengjue remained expressionless, pointing his slender finger to his nose. Thanks to his superior face, he did indeed look somewhat aristocratic. Displeased, he said, "Do I look a lot like that mongrel?"

"It looks a bit like... right?" The doorman was now genuinely suspicious, holding up the photo to his face.

After all, if the person in question had heard those two curses he just uttered, he would have been furious long ago. This important person, however, didn't seem angry at all; in fact, he looked extremely disdainful of the person in the photo.

Besides, who would call themselves a country bumpkin?

Song Hengjue snorted coldly, threw the invitation into his arms, and raised his chin slightly, looking superior: "Open your eyes and take a good look at who I am. If you mistake me for that mongrel again, you'll be in big trouble." He then leisurely walked inside.

Fang Nan cooperated, raising his chin with the same disdain as Song Hengjue: "Look closely at our boss, he's not someone you can afford to mess with."

The doorman was startled, thinking he had really mistaken the people for the guests and angered them. He was uneasy and dared not chase after the two of them.

Once out of the doorman's sight, Fang Nan's shoulders suddenly slumped. He glanced at the man's face beside him, and remembering how Song Hengjue had risked everything to call him a dog just to get in, he burst out laughing.

"I have to say, bro, you were really good at pretending just now." He put his arm around Song Hengjue's shoulder.

Song Hengjue shook off his hand in disgust: "Stay away from me, who's going to talk to you two brothers?"

His gaze swept around the hall, but he couldn't find any familiar faces. His eyelids drooped slightly, and he looked listless. He casually found a corner to sit down.

Meanwhile, the people upstairs finished feeding their children and walked downstairs chatting and laughing.

The baby sat quietly in Mingyu's arms. Cheng Shu reached out and pinched the baby's cheek. A thought flashed through her mind, and she suddenly looked up: "Mingyu, the invitation I sent to President Song of Boxiang..."

“Do I look like that kind of person?” Mingyu frowned. “You were in charge of the invitations. I’ve been taking care of the kids the whole time. How could I have had time to intercept those invitations? Besides…”

He pursed his lips, looking a little aggrieved: "We're husband and wife, and I listen to you so much, yet you doubt me for the sake of an outsider!"

Cheng Shu was skeptical: "It's best if you didn't do such a thing." She shouldn't let her find any fault with him, or he'd be in big trouble!

Mingyu managed to get away with it and breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing his son in his arms, he triumphantly gave him a big kiss.

He smirked smugly, almost bursting out laughing.

He even gave instructions to the doorman, to see how that shameless fellow would get in today.

However, the next second, upon seeing who was in front of him, his smile instantly froze on his face.

Song Hengjue brought over a wine glass, nodded slowly to Cheng Shu, and said politely, "Miss Cheng."

"President Song has arrived. I'm so sorry for not welcoming you properly. I've been too busy today to properly entertain you. Please don't be shy, just tell your staff what you need." Cheng Shu made very thoughtful arrangements.

Song Hengjue's attention wasn't on the family of three at all. As soon as he saw Yang Qingheng, his eyes were glued to her, making Yang Qingheng feel uncomfortable. She gave him a warning look.

Feeling guilty, Song Hengjue looked away and met the furious Ming Yu beside him. His gaze paused for a second, then he remembered that this man had a good relationship with Yang Qingheng. He hesitated for a second before forcing a faint smile: "Young Master Ming, it's been a long time."

See you? See you my foot!

Mingyu's vision went black; he almost fainted from anger.

In his eyes, Song Hengjue's smile was clearly a blatant provocation.

"Who told you..." he gritted his teeth. If he weren't holding the child, he would have punched him.

Cheng Shu reacted quickly, giving him a warning glare and pinching his waist hard with her fingers.

Mingyu's face contorted in pain. Seeing Cheng Shu's face, which was showing signs of anger, he shut his mouth indignantly, but his expression was still not good.

Song Hengjue coughed lightly, feeling somewhat embarrassed as he had been the one to provoke the other party.

After scolding her husband, Cheng Shu quickly gave Song Hengjue a polite smile: "Mingyu and I had a fight just now. He was in a bad mood and said some hurtful things. President Song, please don't hold it against him. I'll teach him a lesson when we get back."

“Miss Cheng, you flatter me. Young Master Ming’s words were perfectly reasonable.” Song Hengjue glanced at Yang Qingheng beside him and nodded gently to Cheng Shu.

Cheng Shu was surprised; Song Hengjue was far too easy to talk to.

Noticing the man's gaze was directed at Yang Qingheng again, she raised an eyebrow in surprise.

There's something strange about that look in your eyes.

I couldn't stop thinking about what I had seen in my backyard last time.

Could it be...?

She tentatively looked at Yang Qingheng, but saw that the woman's face was expressionless and she was completely unmoved.

I felt relieved.

She said that Yang Qingheng didn't seem like a sensible person, so how could she do something like cheating?

"We have some things to do, so we'll be leaving now." She said to Song Hengjue, grabbed Mingyu's sleeve, and dragged him away.

Yang Qingheng lifted her skirt to follow, but Song Hengjue strode forward and blocked her way: "Where are you going?"

"I'll go help entertain the guests," Yang Qingheng pushed him away.

Song Hengjue pursed his lips, following closely behind like a leech. If they weren't outside, he would have wanted to cling to Yang Qingheng: "Can't you spend some time with me? You're busy every day, and you're busy attending this banquet too."

Yang Qingheng got goosebumps, rubbed her arms, and glared at him: "Where haven't I been with you? I see you every day, I'm sick of seeing you."

"What do you mean you should see me? It was clearly me who went to the company and pestered you. If I hadn't gone, you wouldn't have thought of me for half a year!" Song Hengjue retorted, his temper flaring up as he relentlessly pursued her.

Yang Qingheng said, "That's the same."

"How can they be the same!" Song Hengjue slammed the cup down on the table next to him, incredulous. He was so determined that he grabbed her arm and insisted on getting to the bottom of it.

Yang Qingheng's temples throbbed with veins. Seeing that someone was looking over, she became even more anxious and said irritably, "Song Hengjue, stop being unreasonable."