"You think I'm being unreasonable?" Song Hengjue asked incredulously, grabbing her sleeve. Yang Qingheng slapped him on the arm, and he froze, stunned. He belatedly felt wronged. "Not only do you think you're not wrong, but you also hit me!"

"I'm going to hit you!" Yang Qingheng turned around, but Mingyu and his wife were nowhere to be seen. She gritted her teeth in anger and glared at Song Hengjue.

Seeing the man's sullen expression, she sighed helplessly, "Alright, stop making a fuss. Go get the gifts from the car for me; I forgot to take them." She took the car keys out of her bag, put them in his arms, and patted his hand reassuringly.

Song Hengjue was soothed that his mind was filled with the feeling of Yang Qingheng's palm. He was no longer angry and left in a daze with his keys.

Yang Qingheng shook her head, finding it amusing.

He gets angry quickly, but he's also calmed down just as quickly; this man's mood changes in an instant.

Turning around, I saw Fang Nan.

"Sister Yang, have you seen Song Hengjue?" Fang Nan had a pile of desserts and seafood in front of him, his mouth bulging as he chewed something. When he saw her, he quickly swallowed and stood up.

Yang Qingheng nodded, pulled out the chair next to him and sat down: "I asked him to help me get my things."

She seemed to realize something, her eyes flickered slightly, and she rested her chin on her hand, staring straight at him.

Fang Nan felt uneasy under her intense gaze. His mind raced, but he couldn't think of anything he had done to offend this plague-like place. He finally calmed down and awkwardly put down the seafood in his hand: "Sister Yang, just tell me what you need. It's kind of scary to watch you not talking."

"I've heard you're quite capable. I'm currently short of a secretary. Would you be interested in working for me for a while?" Yang Qingheng sat up straight and extended an olive branch.

Fang Nan became interested when this was mentioned. Song Hengjue paid a high salary, but lately he had been acting strangely and was really unruly. Especially after returning from Yang Qingheng's place today, he was giving him the cold shoulder. It would be good to go and hide at Yang Qingheng's place for a few days.

He rubbed his hands together and chuckled, "Sister Yang, this treatment..."

Yang Qingheng held up two fingers.

Fang Nan gestured with his fingers, then hesitated: "Two hundred?"

Yang Qingheng shook her head: "Double. Whatever salary Song Hengjue pays you, I'll pay you double. How about that? Pretty generous, right?"

"My good sir, Sister Yang, if you had told me sooner, I would have started work tomorrow!" Fang Nan was so excited that he jumped up from his chair, wishing he could bow to Yang Qingheng on the spot.

When Song Hengjue returned, he saw the two chatting happily, with that scoundrel Fang Nan staring at Yang Qingheng with a grin on his face.

His mind went blank for a second. He slammed the gift on the table, forced a half-smile, and said through gritted teeth, “What are you talking about? Tell me too.”

Fang Nan stumbled from the impact, his buttocks hitting the ground so hard it felt like they'd been split in four. He gasped and yelled angrily, "Song Hengjue, why are you making such a fuss?! It hurts like hell!"

He rubbed his bottom and limped to his feet, leaning on the table for support.

"What business is it of yours if we chat?" Yang Qingheng chuckled, picking up the gift box on the table. "Alright, I'm not going to argue with you anymore. I'm going to find Mingyu and the others, and I'll go home with you later."

After hesitating for a few seconds, feeling uneasy, she turned back and gave him a warning look: "Behave yourself, don't cause any trouble, or else..."

She raised her fist and gestured twice on his chin.

Song Hengjue pursed her lips, not daring to make a sound, and watched him walk away with longing eyes.

"Tsk, they've all left, and you're still looking? You're such a grown man, acting like a fool. Aren't you ashamed?" Fang Nan was holding a grudge against him for throwing him earlier and was deliberately mocking him.

"What do you know, you single dog?" Song Hengjue sneered.

Fang Nan stared blankly at him, clutching her chest in disbelief and heartbreak, reaching out to grab his sleeve: "Song Hengjue, have you forgotten who helped you pursue that woman?"

"Get away," Song Hengjue said, his teeth aching, pushing him away in disgust as if afraid of stepping on something unclean. Thinking of the two of them chatting and laughing when he came in, he narrowed his eyes, grabbed Fang Nan's collar meaningfully, and said, "Fang Nan, we're brothers, right?"

"Yes, what's wrong?" Fang Nan was completely bewildered, never expecting that Song Hengjue would ever talk about feelings with him.

Song Hengjue snorted coldly: "Stay away from Yang Qingheng from now on."

Fang Nan's eyes darted around, and he thought Fang Nan knew about his abduction, so he didn't dare to say a word and made up an excuse to run away.

Her mind was racing, trying to figure out how to avoid offending Song Hengjue, continue living in Song Hengjue's house, and switch jobs to Yang Qingheng's company.

Song Hengjue thought he had taken his words to heart and nodded in satisfaction. He was indeed his brother, loyal and righteous. He would give him a raise when they got back.

…………

Mingyu ran away as soon as he was out of Cheng Shu's sight, randomly found a guest room, went in, and dialed Tang Bainian's phone number.