She genuinely liked Song Hengjue. Although he came from a poor background, he was handsome and capable of becoming a manager. He was more reliable than the young masters in Beijing, so she felt at ease entrusting Xiaoxiao to him.

Oh, the old lady seems quite satisfied. I wonder what method he used to coax Mu Huihe, who has such high standards, into this state.

Yang Qingheng dug hard at Song Hengjue's palm under the table, a playful glint in her eyes.

Song Hengjue's fingers trembled, and a vein throbbed in his temple from the pain, but he tried his best to keep his expression unchanged, afraid that the two people opposite him would notice their little actions.

He declined, saying, "I've been too busy with work lately. Let's make plans another time when I have time. I'll treat you to a meal then."

“It’s okay if you’re busy. Xiaoxiao is preparing to start training at the company soon. We can have her come to the company to see you then, and you can talk about work. You have a lot of work experience, so you can mentor her.” Mu Huihe wasn’t about to let the opportunity slip away, so she quickly added.

Song Hengjue's face stiffened. For the first time, he regretted nodding. If he had listened to Yang Qingheng and walked away, none of this would have happened.

"Answer me, why aren't you answering?" Yang Qingheng sneered inwardly, speaking sarcastically to him in a low voice.

Now that things have turned out this way, it's all his fault! Let's see how he handles it.

Song Hengjue took a deep breath. Continuing to refuse would only seem deliberate, so he reluctantly agreed: "If I have time then, I can."

"That's wonderful. Neither of us parents have ever been inside a company before, so we don't know what companies are like these days. With you taking care of Xiaoxiao, I feel so relieved." Mu Huihe smiled gratefully.

Tang's father sat to the side, and the thought of his daughter possibly being with Song Hengjue in the future made him find everything about him displeasing. If Mu Huihe hadn't been there, he wouldn't have dared to act rashly and would have definitely kicked Song Hengjue out.

What a load of nonsense! Their Xiaoxiao has both a good education and good looks, and he still makes excuses.

This Manager Song, I don't know where he came from, looks so arrogant, I guess he's not someone who'll stay put.

The more Tang's father thought about it, the more convinced he became of it, and his gaze toward Song Hengjue grew increasingly disdainful.

Song Hengjue felt so uncomfortable under Yang Qingheng's gaze, which seemed to see through everything, that he almost threw Yang Qingheng's hand out of his palm.

I was afraid he would notice something.

"Now you know fear?" Yang Qingheng pretended to drink water, using her cup to cover her mouth, and gloated.

Mu Xiaoxiao had no idea how much she hated Song Hengjue. She had overheard her secretly cursing Song Hengjue many times, to the point where she wished she could kill him. If she knew that her blind date was Song Hengjue, she would probably blow Song Hengjue's head off.

Seeing that she didn't help him out of the predicament but instead just watched the show from the sidelines, Song Hengjue's already bad mood almost collapsed.

This woman really loves to stir up trouble.

At the dinner table, from the moment lunch was finished, Tang's father and Yang Qingheng didn't have a chance to interject; it was almost entirely Mu Huihe talking to Song Hengjue.

"Hengjue, come over for dinner sometime, don't be shy." Mu Huihe patted Song Hengjue on the shoulder.

"Alright, Mom, we can't park here randomly. Let's go." Yang Qingheng was afraid that this matter would really come to fruition, which would mean that Song Hengjue would have to meet Tang Bainian.

The thought of the two of them appearing together at Tang Bainian's house made her head spin.

"Alright, alright, don't rush me." Mu Huihe quickly got into the car after hearing Yang Qingheng's words.

Song Hengjue watched as the group disappeared together.

"Song Hengjue, you forgot your cat!" At this moment, the restaurant owner rushed out carrying a cat carrier. Seeing that Song Hengjue was still there, he breathed a sigh of relief and handed it to him with one hand.

Song Hengjue's heart stopped when he saw the snarling, hairy animal inside, and he scrambled ten meters away.

Hesitantly: "Could I leave it here with you for now, and have someone come and pick it up later?"

He would never bring such a strange thing home!

"Brother, this is a restaurant, and it's a children's themed one at that. If you leave it here, will people even need to come and eat? Besides, everything I raise dies. Have you thought this through?" The restaurant owner remained silent.

Upon hearing the word "death," Song Hengjue's expression changed: "Never mind, I'll take it back myself."

What if Yang Qingheng's cat dies...

Song Hengjue broke out in a cold sweat just thinking about the consequences; he figured it would be impossible for him and her to ever be together again.

"Then I'll leave it here." The owner, as if throwing away a hot potato, placed the cat carrier on a nearby public bench and slammed the restaurant door shut without a second thought.

Song Hengjue felt a chill run down his spine. He took a few stiff steps forward, then pulled back as if he had been electrocuted, feeling goosebumps all over his body.

This was the first time I realized the drawbacks of sending Fang Nan to Yang Qingheng's company.

He may be a bit sarcastic, but he'll do anything for money.

"Hey, how long have you been parking this car? Do you even want it anymore? It's been blocking the road for ages, you have no manners!" A furious roar came from the side, and a man leaned out of the car window, cursing at Song Hengjue.

Song Hengjue felt a chill run down his spine. He closed his eyes, grabbed the cat carrier, threw it into the back seat, and opened the driver's side door.

Company conference room.

A bell rang, sounding unusually abrupt in the empty and quiet office.

Who's been so reckless as to bring their phone in again?

The people at the table exchanged glances, looking around but not seeing anyone take a phone out of their pocket.

"Let's continue the discussion, I'll be right back." Just then, the woman who never brought a phone into the meeting room actually pulled one out of her bag and hurriedly left.

"What's the rush?" a young gossip asked.

The person next to him glanced at him indifferently: "Instead of worrying about what other people are thinking, you should worry about how you're going to explain things to President Yang later."

The young manager looked embarrassed at the mess in front of him, his head throbbing with pain.

"How is it? Did you send Xuanxuan back?" Yang Qingheng asked worriedly, pinching her brow in frustration.

I was so focused on getting Tang's parents away that I forgot to bring Xuanxuan back with me.

The driver shook his head: "I didn't see the cat when I went there. I asked the staff inside, and they said that Mr. Song had taken the cat back."

"Okay, I understand." Yang Qingheng hung up the phone, secretly relieved.

On the other side.

Fang Nan, holding the salary he had just received from the finance department, leisurely pushed open the door to Song Hengjue's house, happily planning what to drink to celebrate that night, but froze the moment he opened the door.

Song Hengjue, who should have been at the company, had returned at some point. He was sprawled out on the sofa, and the room reeked of alcohol. There were seven or eight empty bottles on the floor, which made Song Hengjue's scalp tingle. He wanted to turn around and leave immediately, but in a fit of anger, he rushed over and kicked Song Hengjue in the shin.