Seeing Yang Qingheng leave, Song Hengjue revealed his true colors, his face as cold as if he had just been dug out of the Arctic: "It's not appropriate for a stranger like you to come along when we're having dinner together as a couple."

He had already arranged the candlelight and flowers, and even hired someone to play the violin, all in the hopes of getting to know Yang Qingheng better. What kind of situation would it be with a third wheel around like that!

Song Hengjue was already about to explode at the thought of that scene.

Seeing that someone had finally given this capitalist Song Hengjue a hard time, Fang Nan was overjoyed. He patted Song Hengjue on the shoulder earnestly and said, "President Song, I'm not trying to be mean, but since he's a friend of our President Yang, what's wrong with him having a meal with you? President Yang doesn't mind, so why are you being so petty?"

“Yeah, my sister doesn’t mind at all.” Zhao Yan snorted and pulled her clothes up tightly.

This abrupt action made Song Hengjue glance at it subconsciously, and he was about to explode at that one glance: "Whose clothes are you wearing!"

The gray-blue suit jacket—who else could it be but Yang Qingheng's?

When Song Hengjue thought of how Yang Qingheng had refused to share a coat with him when it snowed, he felt a sudden sense of loss and his back teeth clenched.

When Yang Qingheng returned with the documents, she saw Song Hengjue grabbing Zhao Yan's coat with an annoyed expression.

Her brow twitched: "Song Hengjue, what are you doing?"

Song Hengjue was so jealous that his eyes turned red, and he pressed himself against her, ready to make a grievance.

Unexpectedly, the woman beside her changed her expression even faster. With red eyes, she rushed forward, hugged Yang Qingheng's waist, and tears welled up in her beautiful eyes: "Sister, your boyfriend said I'm not worthy of wearing your coat. Is it particularly expensive? I... I'll take it off and give it back to you."

Feeling extremely anxious and apprehensive, one should unbutton the garment.

These words could very well have come from Song Hengjue, who is so petty. Yang Qingheng's lips twitched, and she gently buttoned the clothes back up for her: "He's just possessive and petty. Don't listen to him. My clothes are for whoever wants to wear them. Clothes are for people to wear, so how expensive can they be? Don't overthink it."

"Sister, you're so kind," Zhao Yan said softly.

Fang Nan watched in disbelief, secretly giving a thumbs up: So this is what people call a "green tea b*tch"—brilliant, truly brilliant!

This tactic is practically rubbing his CEO Song's brain in the ground.