Song Hengjue finally let go.

Fearing he might go on another rampage, Yang Qingheng grabbed the documents and hurried out, saying, "A business partner is looking for me. Stay here and don't wander off."

"I'm in my twenties, I won't get lost."

Before Song Hengjue could finish speaking, he received a big eye roll from Yang Qingheng.

He's good for nothing, but a master at causing trouble. Look at him, doesn't he even realize how bad his relationship is with everyone else in the office? Is she afraid he'll get lost? She's afraid he'll cause trouble for her again.

Yang Qingheng returned an hour later. She took a big gulp of tea, but something felt off. She slapped her forehead, looked at the empty office, and turned to ask Sun Rong, "Where's Song Hengjue? Did he get into trouble again?"

"I didn't go in to tell you because you were in a meeting, but Song Hengjue said he went back to the company." Sun Rong was also troubled by Song Hengjue's reputation in their company, and now that he was gone, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Wow, he's finally learned to be ambitious. I'd have thought he'd given up his company.

Yang Qingheng raised an eyebrow, her mood improving considerably. She patted Sun Rong on the shoulder and said, "It's noon. Let's go eat together in the cafeteria. It's on me."

Sun Rong put down her folder and followed, shaking her head and chuckling. If Song Hengjue, with his petty mind, knew that Yang Qingheng was so happy after he left, who knows what kind of trouble he would cause.

Boxiang Building.

"Mr. Song... Mr. Song?" Mo Yao could hardly believe her eyes when she saw the man coming out of the private elevator.

Song Hengjue slowly walked out and nodded at her: "It's lunchtime, why aren't you going to eat?"

"Me...me? I'll go, I'll go in a bit." Mo Yao's mind became even more muddled. After the man left, she pinched the inside of her arm hard, gasping in pain.

Turning to her colleague beside her in surprise, she asked, "Are you sure he was talking to me just now?"

"Tsk, he must have taken some kind of magic pill to be in such a good mood." The colleague next to him was also surprised, glancing at the time, it wasn't even time to leave work yet.

But it doesn't matter what he ate, as long as he's back.

First, Fang Nan left, and their workload suddenly increased. Unexpectedly, the boss disappeared without a trace. Not only did they not see him every few days, but they could not even see him once every two weeks.

Working overtime every day, even a mule wouldn't work like that.

Looking up, I saw Mo Yao throw down a pile of documents and head outside. It was strange. "Didn't you just get back? Where are you going?"

"The capitalists said to go eat, what are you all doing here?" Mo Yao chuckled.

If someone isn't enthusiastic about eating, there's something wrong with their thinking.

The group exchanged glances, then suddenly realized what was happening. A series of clattering sounds filled the office as desks and chairs were moved around.

Mo Yao was in a great mood because she left work early, but before she could even press the elevator button, a familiar voice came from behind her: "Secretary Mo, come to my office for a moment."

Mo Yao's smile froze on her face. She forced herself to turn around and asked, "President Song, is there anything you need?"

Song Hengjue glanced at her indifferently and went into his office alone.

"Secretary-General, you've worked so hard. Whether everyone gets a raise this time depends on you." Several people next to her almost burst out laughing, patting her shoulder with feigned sympathy.

"Secretary-General, keep it up!"

Given Song Hengjue's seemingly indifferent attitude towards everything, his sudden return and the immediate invitation for Mo Yao to speak with him, it's obvious to everyone that he's probably going to use Mo Yao as his strategist again.

"Go ahead and gloat. Remember to order me a big order of braised pork ribs," Mo Yao pouted, glared at the group, and pushed open the door to Song Hengjue's office. "Mr. Song, what are your orders?"

Song Hengjue stared blankly out the window, then suddenly came to his senses and pointed to the chair opposite her: "Sit down, I have something to ask you." He then poured her a cup of tea himself.

Mo Yao was flattered and nervous, wondering how much of a favor this was. She said respectfully, "President Song, please feel free to ask for anything. I will do my best to help, except for going through fire and water."

"Why would I ask you to go through fire and water?" Song Hengjue asked strangely, clearing his throat. "Well, thanks to your previous advice, my friend's relationship with his girlfriend is going well now. But do you have any other methods to help them... well, take their relationship to the next level?"

Mo Yao's scalp tightened: "You mean, you want her to get a divorce?"

“When did I say that…” Song Hengjue subconsciously retorted, and finally just gave up, “Just tell me if you have any ideas. If this works out, I’ll give you a big red envelope when we get married.”

For Song Hengjue to say the words "big red envelope," how much money must it be?

"How old?" Upon hearing the word "money," Mo Yao's eyes lit up, and her mouth started moving on its own. After asking, she realized her embarrassment and coughed to sit up straight. "The right medicine is the best medicine. Mr. Song, you need to tell me about her marital status."

As soon as she finished speaking, she wanted to slap herself twice. "Better to tear down ten temples than to break up one marriage." What kind of immoral and uncivilized thing had she done?

"two thousand."

The moment that number came out of Song Hengjue's mouth, Mo Yao's guilt vanished, and she patted her chest with great passion: "President Song, rest assured, I will protect your marriage!"

"You're a sensible employee." Song Hengjue said with satisfaction, and then carefully told her about Yang Qingheng and Tang Bainian's situation.

"There are children too?!" Mo Yao almost bit her tongue.

What a terrible thing!

Even the shameless Song Hengjue felt his face burning with embarrassment.

Mo Yao was very perceptive and confident: "Since there is a child, this matter is much easier to handle. If the person you like has a close relationship with the child, once you resolve the issue of the child, the matter will be half resolved."

Song Hengjue's Adam's apple bobbed, and his gaze towards her became abnormal: "This isn't right, is it? Murder is illegal."

Mo Yao: ...You don't have to be so ruthless, even if it's your rival's child.

Seeing the woman's strange look, Song Hengjue realized he had misunderstood and was so embarrassed he wanted to disappear into the ground: "It's okay, you can continue."

"As for how to please them," Mo Yao said confidently, "Kids of this age are so easy to coax. Just give them whatever they like, and they'll never go west if you tell them to go east."

Song Hengjue tapped his pale knuckles irregularly on the table, making a soft, muffled sound: "What do you think would be a good gift?" If he remembered correctly, he had heard that Mo Yao's family had children.

This brings us to Mo Yao's strengths. She confidently said, "For boys, even if it's guns, swords, or building blocks, if you don't know what to buy, just go to the mall and observe what kids of that age like and buy them. You definitely won't make a mistake."

"Secretary Mo, you are truly my soulmate!" Song Hengjue suddenly found his way, slammed his hand on the table, stood up, grabbed his coat, and headed outside.

Mo Yao was stunned. Wait, she just got back and she's already leaving? Who's going to sign the documents?