It turns out she wasn't Song Hengjue's fiancée at all; everything in the newspapers was fabricated by her!

Looking at the letter of complaint from the newspaper in his hand, Mayor Zhou almost ground his teeth to powder. How dare this bastard play tricks on him and turn him into this state.

Thinking about the disciplinary action he might face, Mayor Zhou's eyes flashed coldly. He immediately dialed a friend's number at the tax bureau: "Old Zhang, long time no see. When can we get together for drinks?"

"Aren't you busy enough lately? Why are you getting together? Just say what you need to say, we're all brothers."

Mayor Zhou didn't mince words: "Send someone to investigate Qiao Jiajun's daughter's company thoroughly, inside and out."

"You've messed with me? This is easy to talk about." The man was surprised and hung up the phone without hesitation.

…………

"These cufflinks are really nice." As Song Hengjue passed by the jewelry counter in the mall, his eyes flickered slightly as he looked at the back of the woman's head in front of him, pretending to just casually remark.

Yang Qingheng looked up and pulled him inside without hesitation: "You like it? I'll give it to you."

“I don’t necessarily mean to buy it,” Song Hengjue coughed lightly with his fist to his lips, speaking in a serious tone, “but if you insist on giving it to me, I’m not against it.”

Pack.

Yang Qingheng rolled her eyes inwardly, but found his awkward manner inexplicably amusing.

She glanced at the style Song Hengjue had just picked out, then turned to look at him: "Which color do you like?"

Song Hengjue, always adept at taking shortcuts, looked left and right, then looked at her with a troubled expression: "They all seem pretty good. Which one do you think is better?"

The saleswoman's lips twitched. It was the first time she had ever seen someone so brazenly accept being a kept man. But her excellent professionalism made her step forward enthusiastically: "Sir and madam, to be honest, all the cufflinks here are unique. You see, although these styles are different, the colors and transparency are all top-notch. Sir, you are a handsome man. You would look incredibly dashing wearing these cufflinks. Why don't you buy them all? You can match different colors for different occasions."

Song Hengjue glanced quickly at Yang Qingheng and nodded in agreement: "You're right."

"Then wrap them all up." Yang Qingheng waved her hand and took out a card, since it wasn't worth much money anyway.

It would seem like she was neglecting him if she didn't buy it.

Song Hengjue feigned composure on the surface, but the corners of his mouth under the mask were practically curled up to the sky.

"What else? Let's buy it all together, so you won't keep complaining." Yang Qingheng found a chair, sat down, crossed her legs, and said to him.

Every day in front of her, he would complain about missing a cufflink or a tie, his little thoughts written all over his face. Yang Qingheng was getting annoyed by his nagging.

These words struck a chord with Song Hengjue, who, without any hesitation, began to look around at the items in the shop.

It's not that he lacks anything, but every time Song Hengjue thinks about how Yang Qingheng personally provided all of Tang Bainian's things, and how he has never enjoyed such treatment, he feels extremely jealous and deliberately brings it up in front of her every few days.

At first, Yang Qingheng pretended not to understand, which made him quite upset. He didn't expect that although she didn't show it on her face, she kept it all in her heart. She must have a place for him in her heart.

Song Hengjue was secretly pleased, his hands still busy: "This one."

"this."

"And this too."

...

"Wrap them all up for me."

He then emptied the store.

Seeing Song Hengjue's outrageous demands, the saleswoman cursed him inwardly for being shameless and looked down on him even more.

That damned "phoenix man" (a man from a poor background who achieves success in marriage), if he lets a rich woman see his greedy side, she'll dump him for sure.

While they were watching the show with schadenfreude, Yang Qingheng stood up the next second, put the card on the table, and said as if it were commonplace: "Wrap up everything he just mentioned and send it to this address."

The sales clerk was dumbfounded, almost thinking she had misheard, and was in a daze.

"What, is it not allowed?" Yang Qingheng asked.

She was startled and quickly took out the packing bag: "Of course, of course, ma'am, I'll pack it for you right away."

I gasped in shock; my worldview was shattered.

Rich woman... so generous?

Looking at Yang Qingheng's beautiful face, she subconsciously swallowed. And wasn't this rich woman too beautiful? Letting her... wasn't out of the question.

The two people in front of them were completely unaware of the woman's menacing gaze. Yang Qingheng was thinking about work, while Song Hengjue was entirely driven by ulterior motives.

He cleared his throat, coughed lightly, and held out his hand: "I feel like this hand is missing something."

"What's missing?" Yang Qingheng found it amusing. Why was this person acting so awkwardly today? He's so old, yet he's being so hesitant.

Hesitantly, she placed her hand in his palm, their fingers intertwined, and said indulgently, "Is this enough?"

Song Hengjue got anxious and removed her hand: "No, not this one, think again?"

"Then buy a watch?" Yang Qingheng asked, puzzled.

Seeing that she truly didn't understand, Song Hengjue became anxious and sweating profusely. He then stretched out his hand in front of her and hooked his ring finger.

Yang Qingheng understood, slapped him on the head, and laughed, scolding, "Are you crazy?"

Why wear a ring when you have no official status or relationship? You should only wear one when you get married.

Song Hengjue, who is usually easy to talk to, was acting like a stubborn person today, sticking his neck out and retorting: "What, am I not worthy of wearing it?"

Looking at the diamond ring on Yang Qingheng's hand, Song Hengjue thought of the same style men's ring on Tang Bainian's hand, and was almost consumed by jealousy.

She sniffled, turned her head away, and said disappointedly, "Forget it, it's okay if you don't buy it for me. After all, I'm just one of your many lovers. I'm not like them; I know how to sweet-talk and please you. Maybe one day you'll get tired of me and I'll be dumped..."

Because of these words, everyone else in the shop looked at Yang Qingheng with complicated expressions, as if they were looking at some unforgivable villain.

Yang Qingheng felt a chill run down her spine and almost strangled Song Hengjue, that shameless drama queen. She forced a stiff smile and said, "I'm sorry everyone, my boyfriend has some mental issues. He reads too many novels and tends to fantasize. I'm sorry for causing you all trouble."

The crowd, hearing that he was mentally ill, were skeptical.

Yang Qingheng turned her head and glared at Song Hengjue: "If you keep pretending, I'll beat you to death, you believe me?"

Song Hengjue knew this meant he agreed, and happily went to choose a ring.

Qiao Xihe never expected to see such a scene just by browsing in the supermarket.

The woman next to Song Hengjue was actually Yang Qingheng!