Song Hengjue stared intently into her eyes with his dark eyes. After a long pause, just as Yang Qingheng thought he was about to say something serious and had already put on a serious expression, the man blushed and said, "I like you too."

Yang Qingheng: ...That's it?

She hesitated, her expression complicated, and finally slapped him on the head: "Can you not be so disgusting first thing in the morning?"

Looking at his dark circles, which were even more pronounced than usual, Yang Qingheng suddenly had a bold guess in her mind, and said in disbelief, "Song Hengjue, you didn't stay up all night because of this, did you?"

Staying up all night just to say that, are you out of your mind?

Song Hengjue blushed and denied it outright: "No way, I just woke up too."

I turned my head away, my heart pounding, afraid she would bring it up again.

Yang Qingheng was skeptical, but the next second she saw the watch next to her and almost jumped out of bed, frantically putting on her clothes.

"What's wrong?" Song Hengjue asked.

Yang Qingheng put on her shoes and opened the door, taking a moment to reply, "I made an appointment with someone to go to the factory to see the production line today. I only have half an hour left, and I'm going to be late." After saying that, she glared at him fiercely.

If he had listened to her and stopped after two attempts last night, she wouldn't have overslept.

Feeling guilty, Song Hengjue touched his nose, not daring to make a sound. He quickly grabbed his coat and rushed out to see her off, but all he saw was the elevator doors slowly closing in front of him, and Yang Qingheng disappeared in no time.

Song Hengjue scratched his head and went back to his room helplessly. Less than a minute later, there was a sudden knock on the door from the outside.

Yang Qingheng is back?

Song Hengjue jolted awake and sat up with a jolt, only to meet Fang Nan's gaze as he pushed open the door. His face instantly fell.

"Tsk, you're here. Why didn't you answer the door when I knocked?" Fang Nan said disdainfully.

After his hopes were dashed, Song Hengjue's expression wasn't much better: "If I'm not here, who is? If you didn't hear a reply, couldn't you have called out?"

She's really short-tempered.

Fang Nan rolled his eyes inwardly and held out his hand: "Where is Yang Qingheng's bag? I'll get it for him."

Upon hearing him mention Yang Qingheng, Song Hengjue finally got out of bed and searched carefully inside. He eventually found the bag upside down next to the shoe cabinet.

It was probably left behind when it came in.

Fang Nan raised an eyebrow: "Wow, this is intense."

"Get out, get out, get out," Song Hengjue said, his face flushed from the words. He impatiently pushed him toward the door, then paused, coughed lightly with his fist to his lips, and said, "Um, do you know how long after a divorce you can get married?"

"No way, you're moving so fast?" Fang Nan clicked his tongue in amazement. Just a while ago, Yang Qingheng was complaining to him about how heartless she was, and now they're about to get married?

As expected, feelings developed over time; Song Hengjue, that vixen, was quite skilled in bed.

Fang Nan clicked his tongue twice.

"Mind your own business! You don't know anything!" Song Hengjue retorted angrily.

"Is Yang Qingheng really going to give you a formal title? You're already worried about this?" Fang Nan scoffed. "Once the divorce is finalized, you can move right in. But given Yang Qingheng's current status, she can't divorce you immediately for the sake of the company's image. Besides, she still has feelings for Tang Bainian, and she wouldn't risk Tang Bainian's reputation just to marry you right away."

Song Hengjue sneered, raising his chin with the arrogance of a victorious rooster: "You don't understand how much Yang Qingheng likes me."

Yang Qingheng has already said she likes him, so all he has to do is cry, make a scene, and threaten suicide, and she'll definitely agree.

He always felt uneasy that Yang Qingheng hadn't married him. He figured he could just get married first and then have the wedding ceremony later when Yang Qingheng's career was more stable.

Yes, they can go on a destination wedding first, travel for a few months, and then come back to have a traditional wedding, which would be perfect.

Song Hengjue's mind was racing; if Fang Nan hadn't interrupted him, he would have almost already thought of a name for the child.

"Stop pretending. Did you take too many drugs today? You're starting to have delusions." Fang Nan couldn't stand his smug look, rolled her eyes, picked up her bag, and left, out of sight, out of mind.

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"You said Evelyn went to Yang Qingheng's company?!" Qiao Xihe's voice cracked when she heard the news. Her mind was in turmoil, and she slumped back into her chair, muttering to herself.

Evelyn, that's Evelyn, the candidate heir to the Fristin Company, how could she possibly be interested in Yang Qingheng's shabby handbag brand?

No, that can't be it. Maybe she just finds Yang Qingheng's bag a bit unusual. Once she discovers that the designers Yang Qingheng hires aren't very competent, she'll definitely refuse to work with Yang Qingheng.

However, the next second Qiao Xihe realized that three days had passed since the exhibition, and not a single foreign company representative had come to see her or extended an olive branch to them. On the contrary, several people from Yang Qingheng's side had already gone there. She could no longer deceive herself.

The panic in her heart grew stronger and stronger, and Qiao Xihe felt as if the world had gone dark.

She was not discouraged when Qiao Jiajun fell from power. She firmly believed that she could continue to stand in this position and continue to be a success in everyone's eyes by relying on her own strength.

But this exhibition was like a blow to her head.

Since Qiao Jiajun's downfall, many of the company's partners have broken their contracts one after another. Pan Zhen no longer respects her and has even pressured her to repay the money time and time again. Everything is getting worse and worse. For the first time, she realized that she might not be as capable as she thought.

"President Qiao, what should we do now?" Her subordinate asked nervously when she remained silent.

Qiao Xihe suddenly raised her head: "Prepare the car, I need to go to the next city to see Mayor Zhou."

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