How could they be so close? Isn't Yang Qingheng Tang Bainian's wife?

Something flashed through Qiao Xihe's mind. At that moment, Yang Qingheng's image suddenly overlapped with that of the shameless woman who called Song Hengjue "brother" on New Year's Eve.

Her vision went black, and she almost fainted.

You bitch! How dare they treat her like this!

He strode aggressively inside.

"Yang Qingheng!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Yang Qingheng turned around abruptly and saw Qiao Xihe's familiar face. She raised an eyebrow and said, "Oh, isn't this Miss Qiao? Why do you have to shop at the supermarket yourself?"

That mocking manner was clearly a sarcastic remark.

Qiao Xihe should have been angry, but after thinking of something, she suddenly calmed down, crossed her arms, and looked at the two of them with a mocking expression: "If I hadn't come, I wouldn't have known that Mrs. Tang was so intimate with another man. Do you think Tang Bainian would let you off the hook if he found out about this? How would the elders of the Tang family punish you if they knew that you had played their son?"

"Oh, Miss Qiao, are you going to make demands of me? Just say it directly, no need to beat around the bush. After all, I know your true colors very well." Yang Qingheng glanced at her fingernails a few times, her indifferent and disdainful look as if she were looking at an ant.

That condescending attitude made Qiao Xihe feel as if her face was being trampled underfoot. She had always been the one looking down on this scoundrel, and now this scoundrel dared to treat her like this.

She wanted nothing more than to tear Yang Qingheng's face apart, but clearly she didn't have the chance right now. Considering her current situation, Qiao Xihe could only grit her teeth and swallow her anger for the time being, and snorted coldly: "You? I wouldn't even look at your stuff."

Turning to Song Hengjue, she said, "I want him to give me 30 percent of Boxiang Company's shares."

That's Boxiang, the famous Boxiang! Just thinking about the benefits she could gain if this succeeded made Qiao Xihe's heart race.

She could almost see the wonderful scene of money flowing endlessly into her pocket.

They really dare to ask for an exorbitant amount.

Yang Qingheng sneered, as if looking at a clown: "Miss Qiao, you're ugly, but you've got beautiful dreams."

He grabbed Song Hengjue's wrist and headed outside, not even bothering to glance at her.

Qiao Xihe asked incredulously, "Yang Qingheng, aren't you afraid I'll expose this?"

All we saw were their backs.

Qiao Xihe was furious when she failed in her attempt. Her eyes were filled with resentment and venom. She reached out and dialed a number: "Hello? Is this the Beijing newspaper? I want to break the news."

As soon as Yang Qingheng and Song Hengjue drove out of the parking lot, they were surrounded by a group of reporters. The crowd was so dense that the car couldn't even move.

The driver turned around in fright: "Mr. Yang, this..."

People outside were banging on the car windows, and others were pulling hard on the door handles; they were determined to get them out for the interview today.

"Mr. Yang, we just received a tip that your relationship with Mr. Tang is strained, and that they know the identity of your mistress. Do you have any explanation for this tip?"

"I heard that you and Mr. Tang had a whirlwind marriage. Is it true, as the reports say?"

"Are you unwilling to be interviewed because you feel guilty?"

...

Yang Qingheng's temples throbbed with bulging veins. She made a phone call and was about to summon her bodyguard when a gloating chuckle came from outside.

"I made the call. You can ask me anything." Qiao Xihe slowly walked out of the mall, glancing at Yang Qingheng as if to say something, her expression full of provocation.

Song Hengjue's face was frighteningly cold. He reached out to call his bodyguard to have the reporters in front of him cleared out.

Yang Qingheng reached out and snatched his phone, patting his hand reassuringly: "What's the rush?"

These two adulterers are determined to fight her to the death, huh? Fine, she'll see who suffers the greater loss in the end.

Qiao Xihe's face darkened when she saw that neither of them was willing to agree to her conditions: "President Yang, you have some good tricks. Having Deputy Director Tang wasn't enough, you also chose a good lover."

"President Qiao, who exactly is she?" Several reporters surrounded her.

A wicked glint flashed in Qiao Xihe's eyes: "The adulterer is..."

The name was already on my lips, about to burst from my throat.

Song Hengjue broke out in a cold sweat. He was now filled with regret. Why did he have to take Yang Qingheng shopping? If word got out about what happened today, how could she ever face anyone again?

He reached out to push open the door and go downstairs, agreeing to Qiao Xihe's conditions.

A strange voice from outside interrupted Qiao Xihe: "You are Qiao Xihe?"

"Following a report from the tax bureau, your company has been found to have evaded taxes on a massive scale, and has also repeatedly abused Qiao Jiajun's position to protect Pan Changnian, persecuting dozens of innocent girls. We are now formally arresting you."

A pair of silver handcuffs were forcefully cuffed to Qiao Xihe's hands. The scene was quiet for a few seconds before it suddenly erupted.

They completely forgot about Yang Qingheng and Tang Bainian.

Those are all rumors, without any evidence, but Qiao Xihe's crime is a real fact, and the police have already arrived!

The crowd surged forward like madmen, snapping photos of Qiao Xihe and capturing her disheveled state in their cameras.

Prior to this, Qiao Xihe's public image had always been that of a righteous and upright person who put aside family ties for the greater good. She had received numerous commendations from her superiors, and several leaders had personally visited and praised her, calling her a good comrade. As a result, the company was well-liked by the public, and its status in Beijing rose accordingly.

If this incident gets out...

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