In the bar, the deafening music was giving everyone a headache. Song Hengjue's pupils were slightly dilated, revealing a hint of confusion.

He had already drunk several bottles, but Yang Qingheng's words still echoed in his mind, and the image of her indifferent expression when he questioned her that day would flash through his mind from time to time. The alcohol did not numb him; on the contrary, it made these memories even clearer.

Song Hengjue pinched his temples hard and reached for his phone.

It's been so empty for days, and she's actually managed to resist calling him! She really has no heart at all!

The black screen remained dark for a few seconds before suddenly lighting up. Song Hengjue jumped and answered the call almost reflexively.

However, upon hearing what was being said, the light in his eyes vanished, and his voice, strained from between his teeth, betrayed his anger and embarrassment: "Don't know me? Get lost!"

A curse could be faintly heard from the other side.

"If it's not true, it's not true. Why are you being so aggressive? You have no manners."

His angry face was faintly reflected in the dark screen. Song Hengjue suddenly realized that his anxious appearance just now was a joke!

If that woman knew he was so anxious because of a phone call, she would definitely laugh at him, and she wouldn't be able to hide her smugness!

Unbeknownst to Song Hengjue, two buttons on his collar had come undone, revealing half of his collarbone. Paired with his refined and elegant face, he was practically a prime target here.

Several women pushed and shoved each other, and finally one of them brushed a stray hair behind her ear, held a half-empty glass of wine, and stepped forward with a grin.

"Hey handsome, I've seen you drinking here for a while now. Is something on your mind? Can you talk to me..."

Song Hengjue shrank back as if startled, swept a cold glance at her, and uttered a single word without any emotion from his thin, crimson lips: "Get lost!"

"Tsk, such a bad temper, no wonder she's heartbroken." Women don't often suffer setbacks, and to be taken the initiative only to be insulted like this, she was in a terrible mood. She rolled her eyes and spoke sarcastically.

The coldness in Song Hengjue's eyes vanished instantly. He slammed down his cup and jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, grabbing her collar: "Who are you calling heartbroken!"

Seeing that the woman remained silent, Song Hengjue pursed his lips, his mind blank, staring straight at her, insisting that she change her mind: "You! Say! Who! Is! Heartbroken!"

Having worked in bars for so many years, she'd seen all sorts of people, but this was the first time she'd ever met someone so stubborn.

"Idiot." The woman didn't see any hostility in his eyes, but rather a stubborn idiocy. Her lips twitched for a second before she forcefully broke free from him.

Song Hengjue was about to give chase when Li Tongji, who was not far away, glanced at him and seized the opportunity to rush up and put his arm around his shoulder.

"President Song? It's rare to see you here. What's the point of drinking alone? Why don't you do us the honor of drinking with us?"

Song Hengjue's gaze was unfocused. After looking at him carefully for a couple of seconds, he managed to piece together a familiar face from his fragmented features. He frowned and instinctively wanted to refuse.

Li Tongji smiled ingratiatingly: "President Song, you are very wealthy. What's it to be heartbroken over a woman? Out with the old, in with the new. Why don't you come with us and pick out a new love for you?"

“Tongji is right. To get over heartbreak, finding someone new is the fastest way. Do you really want to be controlled by a woman?” someone who came with Li Tongji chimed in.

Song Hengjue gritted his teeth: "Who are you calling heartbroken!"

Li Tongji's calves trembled. He glared at the man and quickly apologized, "Of course it couldn't be you, President Song..."

She coaxed Song Hengjue gently into going inside.

Song Hengjue pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, and did not struggle.

He was furious. That woman didn't even spare his brother. He decided to go and provoke her, to make her taste the bitterness of betrayal.

The moment he stepped into the bar, he abruptly stepped back and stopped a bartender: "Wait, can you make a phone call for me?"

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"Where?" Yang Qingheng pushed open the car door and strode out, her face so gloomy it could drip water. Behind her were five imposing bodyguards, each one tall and burly.

The bartender was startled and thought to himself, "This money isn't so easy to get after all."

He sighed and led her toward the private room.

“It was inside. I saw him go in with my own eyes.”

Yang Qingheng gave him a deep look, and as she approached the door of the private room, she indeed heard several somewhat familiar voices.

Inside, Li Tongji winked at the curvaceous, hot woman beside him.

The woman understood, smiled charmingly, and moved closer to Song Hengjue in the corner.

Li Tongji felt a pang in his heart when he saw this scene.

She has a sweet voice, a hot body, and is very understanding; she's simply his dream girl.

Unfortunately, Song Hengjue was like a dead man when he came in. He sat in the corner, coldly watching them, and stopped drinking. He seemed to be lost in thought about something.

Li Tongji deliberately flattered him and brought him in, hoping to take the opportunity to send a few trustworthy women to win him over and make things easier for himself. Unexpectedly, he didn't lift a finger.

Is it because my standards are too high?

Since things had come to this point, he had no choice but to reluctantly part with it.

The woman, with her graceful figure, plopped down next to Song Hengjue, stared at his face for a moment, and felt a surge of excitement.

I thought I was going to be hanging out with a bunch of old idiots, but I never expected to run into such a gem today.

Knowing that men are drawn to an innocent look, she pursed her lips, her eyes darting around nervously, and feigned nervousness by tugging at the hem of his suit jacket with two fingers: "Hello, my name is..."

"Get out!" Before the words were even finished, the man jerked away from her as if he had been electrocuted.

The woman's hand hung awkwardly in mid-air, still unwilling to give up: "Sir, I... I have no other choice..."

Song Hengjue stared at her coldly, his expression as if he had seen some kind of demon, mixed with a hint of fear.

The woman had no choice but to turn and look at Li Tongji.

Even this couldn't win him over?!

Li Tongji was shocked and looked the woman over carefully twice.

Wait a minute, no man could bear to refuse such a beauty.

Then she remembered that she had never heard of Song Hengjue having a woman by his side, and suspicion began to creep into her mind.

Could it be... that she likes men?

He whispered a few words to the bartender next to him.

The man understood, nodded, and left.

When Yang Qingheng entered, she saw a group of men performing a striptease on stage, while a group of men and women below were hugging and kissing each other in a chaotic scene.

His face was extremely dark, and his gaze swept around before landing on Song Hengjue in the corner.

"So, Mr. Song, did you have a good time today?" Li Tongji's friends all knew who he was, and they found an opportunity to come over and fawn over the people on the stage.

Song Hengjue's gaze was unfocused, and he couldn't hear what he said clearly. He just nodded vaguely.

But his eyes met those of the woman outside the door.