"Ah! You pervert!" The woman in front of the sink turned her head and was met with a man's face. She screamed in fright and threw her bag at Song Hengjue with all her might.

Song Hengjue gasped in pain, clutching his head and taking two steps back in a panic. Afraid that she would misunderstand, he waved his hands repeatedly in a gesture of surrender: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding."

The woman finally recognized the man in front of her. She was furious, but considering the relationship between this pretty boy and President Yang, she could only swallow back all the curses she had for Song Hengjue's ancestors and forced a fake smile: "So it's Assistant Song. I'm so sorry, I hit him too hard. Don't go to the wrong place next time."

Judging from her expression, she didn't seem to believe him at all.

Song Hengjue never expected that he would become a pervert in other people's eyes in just two minutes. In a couple of days, the news of his sneaking into the women's restroom would probably spread throughout the office.

Thinking about his unpopularity in the office, Song Hengjue had a headache and tried his best to explain: "I swear, I really didn't come in on purpose. If I'm lying, may I be struck by lightning."

A man's words are deceitful.

It's not like he's never been to the company before; how could he possibly have mixed up the men's and women's restrooms?

The woman rolled her eyes inwardly, thinking to herself that she would have to talk to her female colleagues in the office about this when she got back, lest they accidentally get ruined by this scumbag.

He kept saying "I believe you, I believe you" and rushed out.

Song Hengjue opened his mouth, but then closed it in frustration.

"What, aren't you going to get out? Do you really want to be a hooligan?"

A mocking voice reached his ears, and Song Hengjue suddenly looked up, only to meet Yang Qingheng's teasing gaze as she looked him up and down. His face burned with embarrassment, and he almost wanted to disappear into the ground.

Yang Qingheng snorted coldly, grabbed his collar and dragged him back to the office. Her fierce appearance silenced the people discussing outside. Song Hengjue felt guilty and dared not breathe.

The office door slammed shut. Yang Qingheng coldly stared at the man before her, raising her chin. Despite being only 1.65 meters tall, she inexplicably exuded a condescending aura. "Explain yourself," she said, slamming the newspaper onto the table with a dull thud that seemed to strike Song Hengjue's heart, making him tremble in fear.

Song Hengjue was practically swearing to God again: "I didn't do it on purpose. Don't you know what kind of person I am? How could I..." cheat on him?

"You went into the women's restroom yourself and you still have the nerve to talk to me about character? Your reputation in our company is already bad enough. If you keep going like this, you can pack your things and get out." Yang Qingheng slapped him on the head. Her good reputation had been ruined by this troublemaker.

It hit Song Hengjue on the head right on the big bump that had just been caused by the bag, making him howl in pain and dodge and hide.

Yang Qingheng snorted coldly, but ultimately did not reprimand him further.

Looking at the woman's calm profile, Song Hengjue had a bold idea. Leaning against the table, he leaned over and asked, "Yang Qingheng, was today's newspaper interesting?"

"You still dare to say that? You're yelling outside. How big of a heart do I have to be to stand it?" Yang Qingheng was speechless. Just thinking about it made her angry. Heaven knows how uncomfortable it is to be forced to stop halfway through using the toilet.

Song Hengjue's heart, which had been in his throat, finally settled back into his stomach. Seeing that Yang Qingheng was about to take the newspaper again, he snatched it away.

"What are you doing?" Yang Qingheng asked strangely, looking him up and down, feeling that something was off.

Song Hengjue stiffened his neck and pretended to be calm, crumpling the newspaper into a ball and stuffing it into his pocket: "I've already read it, it's nothing serious, no need to waste time."

Meeting Yang Qingheng's suspicious gaze, his heart pounded wildly. He leaned down and nuzzled her cheek with his lips, trying to appease her: "When are we eating? I'm hungry."

“I think you’re a reincarnated starving ghost,” Yang Qingheng was indeed drawn to his words. She glanced at the time and saw it was only 10 a.m. She grabbed her coat and put it on. “I need to go out for a bit.”

She was still a little uneasy because the booth issue was not yet resolved.

After all, the exhibition hall is so big, with so many exhibits. It wouldn't be good if their company were assigned to a remote corner.

This is a significant opportunity for their products to go global, and Yang Qingheng doesn't want to miss it.

Song Hengjue usually clung to her tightly, and if he knew she was going out, he would do everything he could to follow her. But today he was surprisingly well-behaved.

Yang Qingheng walked all the way to the company gate but didn't see the man follow her, which made her even more suspicious. She looked at Sun Rong beside her and asked, "Is Song Hengjue acting a little strange today?"

“He was perfectly normal that day.” Sun Rong shook her head with amusement and helped her open the car door.

Yang Qingheng almost wanted to raise both hands and feet in agreement: "That's right."

If he ever acts normally again, she'll think she's seen a ghost.

Song Hengjue kept a close eye on things upstairs. When he saw Yang Qingheng's car leave, he rushed out and threw all the newspapers in the office into the trash can. After thinking about it, he still felt uneasy, so he took them out and threw them into the shredder. He watched them being shredded into strips. However, when he turned around and saw the man coming out of the elevator, he felt a lump in his throat and almost choked.