Mu Huihe nodded: "Come over here."

For a moment, no one spoke.

The elderly couple's attitude made Yang Qingheng's scalp tingle, and she didn't know what to do with her hands and feet. Finally, she couldn't help but bite the bullet and said, "Mom and Dad, I know it was my fault. You can scold me if you want."

This actually made her feel a little better.

Mu Huihe was surprised, and the sunflower seeds in her hand fell to the ground with a clatter: "Why would I scold you?"

They were unaware of Tang Bainian's political career.

Yang Qingheng turned to look at Tang Bainian beside her, only to receive a helpless yet amused look in her eyes.

Yang Qingheng couldn't understand it.

"Alright, stop looking at him. I know about this," Mu Huihe glanced at the two of them and snorted coldly. "In your eyes, are we old folks so heartless and unreasonable?"

This is a question that could cost you your life.

Yang Qingheng felt a chill run down her spine. She touched her nose and chuckled awkwardly, "My parents have always been open-minded. How could they be unreasonable? It was just my petty thinking." Before she could finish speaking, the tips of her ears started to get hot.

“I said from the beginning that I don’t care how you two quarrel, I’m not joking with you,” Mu Huihe said. “Bainian’s choice is his own, and I, as his mother, have no right to interfere. As long as he doesn’t regret it, that’s fine.”

Tang's father chimed in, "Those in positions of power should fulfill their responsibilities. Even if it weren't your business, Bai Nian should still do such things. The most important thing in life is to be honest and upright, and to have a clear conscience."

Yang Qingheng was silent for a moment, then felt a pang of emotion: "Mom and Dad are right."

Tang's father said it easily, but how many people in the world can actually do it? Even she herself doesn't dare to say with a clear conscience that she is an honest and upright person, but the people in front of her can all do it.

This was the first time Yang Qingheng had experienced the Tang family's traditions so directly, and she felt a little uneasy.

I wonder if Tang's parents will be greatly disappointed in them after they find out that the couple had agreed to marry.

Just thinking about that look in his eyes made Yang Qingheng feel like she couldn't breathe.

company.

After Yang Qingheng returned to her office from the meeting, she felt completely exhausted. Then, as if remembering something, a smile flashed in her eyes, and she instructed the person outside, "Assistant, brew a pot of tea and bring it in."

Everyone on the floor knows who the assistant is referring to.

Sun Rong stopped in her tracks, coughed lightly, and called out to Song Hengjue in the distance, "Assistant Song, brew a pot of tea and take it to President Yang's office."

Ever since Yang Qingheng came out of the elevator, Song Hengjue's eyes had been glued to the door of her office. Finally, upon hearing the order, he immediately opened the teapot to prepare tea.

"Hey, don't you think Yang Qingheng's attitude towards me has been pretty good lately?" He coughed and said to Fang Nan beside him while getting water.

"No, it's not always like this," Fang Nan said, disapproving of his smug attitude. "Our General Manager Yang has always been very kind to everyone."

"You can donate your foul mouth if you don't need it anymore," Song Hengjue said coldly.

But he muttered to himself.

He couldn't be mistaken about how nice Yang Qingheng had been to him lately.

Especially at the last banquet, Yang Qingheng abandoned Tang Bainian for him... Although he forced her to do it, she did wait for him!

To see if a woman has feelings for him, you have to look at what she does!

Song Hengjue became increasingly certain that Yang Qingheng's feelings for him must be very good, perhaps even surpassing those of Tang Bainian, the cheating man.

The marriage project has taken another step forward.

Song Hengjue pushed open the office door in a very good mood.

As soon as the person left, the office outside became noisy.

Several assistants complained, "President Yang doesn't seem that shallow. How come he's been blinded by that vixen?"

Previously, the group of them would take turns serving tea and water in the office, but since Song Hengjue arrived, it has become his exclusive responsibility?!

"She's good-looking, that's all. I've heard that those ladies love that kind of thing."

"But I heard that her husband is Deputy Director Tang. Isn't she afraid that Deputy Director Tang will find out if she dares to do this outside?"

"Who dares to report this?" The secretary next to him rolled her eyes at him. "Don't waste your energy. Do you have any evidence? Which eye of yours saw President Yang cheating? Besides, do you think President Tang doesn't know about something this big? In wealthy families, the couples each play their own games. Outsiders should stay out of it and avoid getting involved."

The man who had been eager to report the incident fell silent instantly, feeling a chill on his neck.

Song Hengjue sneezed as soon as he entered the room, and almost dropped the tea in his hand.

Thinking to myself: Who's so rude, talking about him behind his back again?

Yang Qingheng was horrified and almost jumped off the sofa. She carefully snatched the teapot from his hand and said, "Idiot, you can't even hold a cup of tea properly. You'll burn yourself to death."

Song Hengjue felt guilty after being scolded, but seeing her concerned expression, he instantly felt relieved and wanted to hug her and kiss her hard.

She really cared about him.

Yang Qingheng had no idea what Song Hengjue was thinking, otherwise she would have thrown the teapot in his face. She turned around and glanced at him: "When are you going back to work at your company? Are you that free?"

She used to say that Fang Nan was there, but now she has borrowed Fang Nan, and he still hasn't gone back to work for a single day. She thinks he's been skipping work.

"I'll take care of the work tonight." Song Hengjue, afraid of being driven away, tried to please her by massaging her shoulders.

“How much can you handle in those few hours tonight? Hurry up and go back to work. Even though you look like a gigolo, I don’t keep useless people around,” Yang Qingheng warned, pinching his ear.

It can handle something all night.

Song Hengjue thought about it but didn't dare to say it aloud. His eyes darted around, and he deliberately changed the subject: "When can I meet your Xuanxuan? I haven't met him yet."

This was the first time he had mentioned the name to Yang Qingheng since he had mistaken Mingyu's son for Yang Qingheng's child and made a fool of himself.

"Why would you want to see it? Are you bored?" Yang Qingheng casually flipped through a document, not paying it any mind.

"Why won't you let me see you? Yang Qingheng, do you not value me? You can't even grant me this small request." Song Hengjue was about to put on a show of crying, making a scene, and threatening suicide.

Yang Qingheng's head was throbbing, and she scolded, "Alright, you've made my scarf pill from all the times you've tried to hang yourself with it. Can't you behave yourself?"

"Never mind, I'm not that important anyway..." Song Hengjue sighed, tugged at her clothes and started sobbing, wiping his snot.

Despicable man!

Yang Qingheng almost flew off her chair, feeling disgusted: "You idiot, can you stop being so disgusting? It's so annoying! I'll see you, okay? Fine, I'll let you see me."