She strode after him outside, but she couldn't outrun the tall, strong man at all.

Yang Qingheng opened the car door and saw Song Hengjue sitting upright inside. The slight blush on his face betrayed the turmoil in his heart.

"Oh, so you know how to be shy now. Why are you so sarcastic when you're teasing me?" she said playfully, then climbed into the car and said to the driver in front, "To Ping An Winery."

"What are you going to the winery for? Do you want a drink?" Song Hengjue asked strangely.

Yang Qingheng said, "This winery is run by a retired veteran. There is a wine in their wine that tastes good. Tang Bainian's father likes it. He has to have a few sips during the New Year's Eve dinner. I'll go buy a bottle while it's still early, otherwise it will be gone in a few days."

The old man doesn't usually drink, maybe once or twice a year, so we should let him drink to his heart's content.

Song Hengjue pursed his lips and muttered to himself, "He cares more about an old man than me, what a simpleton."

Yang Qingheng frowned: "What are you muttering to yourself about here? Are you trying to insult me?"

She narrowed her eyes, her gaze carrying a hint of warning.

Song Hengjue chuckled dryly and denied it outright: "How could that be? I was thinking about the New Year."

Yang Qingheng didn't believe it, but she also knew she wouldn't get any answers, so she didn't bother to ask.

When the topic of the New Year came up, Song Hengjue couldn't sit still. He secretly glanced at her, curled his little finger, and gently hooked the hem of her dress.

"Speak up if you have something to say, otherwise... hold it in." Yang Qingheng said impatiently.

In Song Hengjue's eyes, that cold expression was simply that of a fierce demon.

He touched his nose guiltily, and just as Yang Qingheng's patience was about to run out, he finally spoke up: "Where are you planning to spend New Year's Eve?"

"Everyone's at Tang Bainian's parents' house, so don't try anything funny." Yang Qingheng raised her eyes.

They saw right through me.

Song Hengjue awkwardly touched his nose.

Just when Yang Qingheng thought she could finally have some peace and quiet, a soft sigh came from beside her.

"Sigh, other people's mistresses get new clothes and money, but my life is so miserable. I've been sleeping with them for so long, and I haven't gotten a single piece of clothing or a single word of concern. I have to spend the New Year alone. My heart is colder than the hail outside..."

The sighs and the endless stream of sarcastic remarks made Yang Qingheng's temples throb with veins and her teeth chatter.

He roared, "Song Hengjue, are you ever going to stop? If you say another word, get out of here!" He not only said it, but he also started singing; it was awful.

Seeing her anger, Song Hengjue became even more smug and pressed his advantage, saying, "Alas, poor me, a lonely man still ill, about to be kicked off the bus by this heartless man, how pitiful~"

He got so emotional that he even sang a line in a poorly executed Peking Opera style.

The driver in front was laughing so hard his hands were shaking.

Yang Qingheng took a deep breath and gritted her teeth: "What! Do! You! Want! It!"

Song Hengjue had been waiting for these words. His backache and pain had disappeared, and his illness was gone. With a radiant face, he leaned over and said, "Meihu will be setting off fireworks for the New Year. Shall we go watch them together? We can ring in the New Year together and eat tangyuan (sweet rice balls) too."

Seeing that Yang Qingheng didn't answer, he nudged her with his elbow: "Is it okay? Is it alright?"

"Whatever you want, but I'll have to see how things go." Yang Qingheng rubbed her temples helplessly.

Tang's parents are going to spend New Year's Eve with her, and Tang Xiaoxiao will be there too. There will be too many people, and she might not be able to find a chance to sneak out.

Song Hengjue felt a surge of joy. At the same time, the car slowly came to a stop in front of a flat area.

“It’s windy outside, and you’re still sick, so wait here.” Yang Qingheng closed the car door, leaving no room for argument.

Song Hengjue watched anxiously, afraid that she would change her mind about the New Year's Eve plans, so he sat obediently in place, not daring to object.

Yang Qingheng greeted the gatekeeper with practiced ease and entered the room: "Uncle Xu, long time no see, how are you?"

"Great, you're eating well," Uncle Xu laughed heartily, his eyes practically overflowing with joy at seeing her. "I heard Old Liu talking about you the other day, saying you hadn't been here in a long time. You're inside today, go in and see him, he'll be so happy."

He pointed in the direction of the winery.

Old Liu is the winery owner that Yang Qingheng just mentioned.

"I think he's just bored, otherwise why would he remember me?" Yang Qingheng shook her head and chuckled, then stepped inside.

As soon as I approached Uncle Liu's office, I heard a familiar voice.

"Mr. Liu, you can't sell it for such a good price without me. You should think it over carefully." Qiao Xihe said confidently, taking a sip of hot tea with a calm demeanor.

Uncle Liu frowned: "Miss, this isn't about money. I already said from the beginning that this wine has already been reserved. If you really want it, it won't be available until next year."

Qiao Xihe said unhappily, "Why not? You look down on six hundred yuan? Fine, I'll give you a thousand yuan, and you can give me this wine."

“I’m telling you, young lady, can’t you understand what I’m saying? It’s a matter of integrity, not money. They’re coming to collect it in a few days. Am I supposed to let them go back empty-handed? What will happen to my big factory then?” Uncle Liu said, still speaking kindly.

Qiao Xihe raised her chin, with her usual arrogance: "What's there to worry about? When he comes, just say he spilled the wine and ask him to come back next year. At worst, you can just return the money he owes him."

I was already feeling a little irritated.

This old man talks a good game, but frankly, he's just a businessman who thinks she hasn't given him enough money.

She found Nacho's appearance annoying. If it weren't for the fact that she had troubled her father's friend recently and needed the wine to please him, she would never have come to a place like this to buy wine.

That man has no taste either. She asked someone to bring back foreign liquor worth thousands of yuan, but he didn't even glance at it. He insisted on drinking this kind of liquor brewed by some unknown small factory. Doesn't he worry about drinking himself to death?

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