Greed knows no bounds, and this son even indulges in womanizing—he deserves it!

Song Hengjue hung up the phone, chuckled, and strode forward when he saw Tang Bainian: "Well, did you find it?"

"That's all, you decide what to do with it." Fang Nan was panting like a broken bellows, gritting his teeth as he shoved a small bunch of pink lilies of the valley into his hand.

Regardless of the curses he might have in his mind, Song Hengjue felt good about himself. He carefully picked out a pleasing item and slipped it into his breast pocket, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.

But after glancing at the flowers in his hand, he frowned and picked out another one.

My face is all scrunched up from agonizing. How come this one looks a little prettier than the last one?

The banquet hall on the other side.

Qiao Xihe was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, little did she know that the person she was looking for was actually outside the banquet hall.

My uncle hadn't brought any money for ages, and I almost broke the phone, but all I got was a busy signal.

Pan Zhen, that miser, actually messed things up at this crucial moment!

"What, Miss Qiao, you haven't paid for so long? Is it because you don't have the money? Although we don't get along, if you ask, I can help you out with the rest of the group." Yang Qingheng wasn't about to waste this opportunity to humiliate her, so she stepped forward with her wine glass.

He successfully drew the attention of several leaders around him.

Qiao Xihe was so angry she wanted to grind her teeth, but she could only pretend to be nonchalant: "Our Qiao family is a large and powerful family, how could we possibly want the money from a small company like yours?"

"Oh, I thought you were short of money since you couldn't solve it for so long." Mu Xiaoxiao almost burst out laughing, seizing the opportunity to subtly expose her.

No wonder my sister-in-law agreed to let me come to this banquet; it turned out to be such a big show. She made the right decision to come to this banquet today!

Mu Xiaoxiao even wanted to take a picture of Qiao Xihe's clown-like expression and put it on the living room wall at home to admire every day.

She didn't even dare to do that; she thought how pleasant it would be for her to see it every morning.

You bitch!

Qiao Xihe almost rushed up and tore their faces to shreds.

He turned around angrily and ordered his subordinate to go back to the company and allocate funds, telling him to make sure the money was delivered today.

She, Qiao Xihe, couldn't bear to lose face like that.

However, just as one problem was resolved, another arose. The singer Bai Ling, whom she had just praised to the skies, came over with a fake smile: "Miss Qiao, why is the banquet suddenly canceled?"

The music stopped, and in an instant, even the waiters all ran away. The guests in the banquet hall began to talk about it.

Before Qiao Xihe could speak, Bai Ling stated the purpose of her visit: "Miss Qiao promised me three to five dollars after the matter is settled. Why not give it to me now? Miss Qiao also said she's a wealthy and powerful woman; she wouldn't shortchange a working-class person like me, would she?"

It costs money again.

Qiao Xihe didn't know who had spread the news to Bai Ling's ears. Seeing more and more people pointing and whispering about her, and the displeased expressions of several leaders, she felt her vision go black and fainted.

The scene erupted in uproar.

It's so easy to play, yet it still tries to frame people every day.

Yang Qingheng pouted, took a sip of red wine, and led Tang Bainian outside: "Let's go, everyone's dizzy, there's no good show to watch."

"You have a sharp tongue." Tang Bainian shook his head and chuckled. Although it was a reproachful remark, his tone was full of affection rather than reproach, which almost made Mu Xiaoxiao next to him feel envious.

"I need to take this call." Yang Qingheng took out her phone and walked to the side.

Tang Bainian saw the string of numbers clearly, his eyes flashing.

"The banquet is over, and you've spent the whole day with him. When are you coming to spend time with me?" Song Hengjue squatted in the snow, drawing circles with a twig, feeling an indescribable resentment. He was furious just thinking about how those clueless idiots had been praising Tang Bainian and his wife as a perfect match.

What do you mean by "a good match"? How could that old man Tang Bainian be a good match for his girlfriend? It's all thanks to his lily of the valley dress.

That shameless Tang Bainian actually dared to put a lily of the valley hair clip in his pocket. How could he not be so irritating?

"Song Hengjue, are you addicted to being a clingy pest? What are you going to do with me? I'm going back with Tang Bainian. His parents are still at home. If I run away now, what will Tang Bainian say when they ask where I went?" Yang Qingheng was impatient, but she still explained the reason to him in detail.

Song Hengjue stared at the phone the woman had hung up, remaining silent for a long time.

Fang Nan felt relieved to see his disheveled appearance and leaned against the side: "Hey, some people just overestimate themselves. These mistresses outside are just for fun. How can they compare to the wife at home? Our boss Yang is not such a clueless person."

"If you say another word, I'll rip your tongue out!" Song Hengjue was furious and jumped up, feeling increasingly resentful.

That scumbag Tang Bainian isn't as good-looking as him, nor as considerate, and he even cheated on him. Why does he have a higher status than him?

“Go tell Yang Qingheng that if she doesn’t come today, I won’t go back and will freeze to death here.” He kicked Fang Nan hard in the corner next to him.

Fang Nan was stunned: "Big brother, are you serious?"

Temperatures below zero are truly freezing.

"Who's joking with you?" Song Hengjue sniffed and glared at him with a stiff neck.

"You're so capable, so amazing, you big idiot, just you wait." Fang Nan rolled his eyes, took his phone and went inside.

Let them freeze; they deserve to freeze to death.

It's amazing that he could come up with such a stupid idea.

The guests left, and the hotel grew quieter and quieter. The outdoor temperature dropped lower and lower, and Song Hengjue was so cold that he was almost numb. Suddenly, he felt a little sad and wanted to slap himself a few times.

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