"No need, I can handle it myself." Yang Qingheng refused. Tang Bainian probably wasn't very welcoming to Song Hengjue. She knew without a doubt how bad the atmosphere would be if the two of them met.

“It’s so heavy, can you lift it? I’ll come along and save you trouble,” Song Hengjue persisted, determined to get what he wanted. “I saw you walking with a limp, don’t fall while carrying this stuff.”

Why bring up something you shouldn't talk about?

"If you say that again, I'll slap you, you believe me?" Yang Qingheng wanted nothing more than to throw the white fungus soup in her hand in his face. Who was she doing all this for, and he still had the nerve to say that?

Song Hengjue awkwardly touched his nose and dared not say anything more.

But following closely behind her, he eventually managed to get into Yang Qingheng's car.

Upon arriving at the location, Yang Qingheng opened the courtyard gate with practiced ease and went inside.

Song Hengjue took a quick step forward, forcefully grasped her hand in his, and their fingers intertwined.

"Aren't you annoying?" Yang Qingheng frowned and shook her hand. She felt that ever since they had talked things out last night, this man had become too clingy. Couldn't he have a little distance between them?

Song Hengjue had no idea what kind of distance Yang Qingheng was thinking, otherwise he would have been furious.

He's not an outsider. We share a bed at night. Why should there be any distance? She's clearly annoyed that he's clingy and doesn't appreciate it.

However, he couldn't read minds, and assumed that Yang Qingheng was still angry about what happened last night, so he squeezed her knuckles in a conciliatory way: "I'll just hold your hand for a moment."

When the living room door opened, Yang Qingheng indeed saw Tang Bainian inside, sitting on the sofa, still wearing his pajamas, so it seemed he hadn't gone to work today.

Secretary Qian was also there.

"I'm back to pack my things. You go about your business and don't mind me." Yang Qingheng thought she had disturbed their work conversation, so she smiled apologetically, changed into slippers, and took a new pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet for Song Hengjue to change into.

"It's alright, do you need my help?" Tang Bainian's gaze swept over the two people's tightly clasped hands, and a pair of silver rings stung his eyes, causing his gaze to suddenly darken.

This was exactly the effect Song Hengjue wanted. He glanced provocatively at Tang Bainian, followed closely behind Yang Qingheng, and smiled sheepishly: "I'm helping Qingheng move things. You don't mind if I come in, do you?"

Under Yang Qingheng's watchful eye, how could Tang Bainian say no? He could only swallow his anger and force a smile: "How could that be? Mr. Song is underestimating people."

Yang Qingheng pretended not to know about the undercurrents between the two and walked in with a normal expression.

Song Hengjue wasn't in a hurry to go upstairs to help her pack. Instead, he plopped down in the seat opposite Tang Bainian and shamelessly said, "Why are you calling me Mr. Song all the time? It's so distant. We used to be friends, and you've taken care of Qingheng for me for so many years. I should thank you. Just call me Hengjue like before."

These words were like a knife stabbing into Tang Bainian's heart, leaving it bleeding profusely.

Secretary Qian, standing nearby, shuddered and instinctively glanced at Tang Bainian. Sure enough, the man's face had turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

I almost cursed him out in my mind.

That shameless vixen is really too proud of herself.

The more she looked at her department head, the more pitiful she felt for him.

His wife divorced him, and now he's being upset by the mistress.

Seeing Tang Bainian's ugly face, Song Hengjue felt a surge of anger and felt that it was all worth it to come here and endure Yang Qingheng's cold treatment.

That damned Tang Bainian! He and Qingheng aren't even husband and wife, yet he deliberately fooled him and made him mistakenly believe that Yang Qingheng and Tang Bainian had a child, making him feel bitter and sad for so long.

He's not a Song if he doesn't get really angry today.

Tang Bainian wasn't easily flustered; his expression returned to normal in a second: "Qingheng and I have been friends for so many years, it's only right that I do anything for her, no need for thanks."

This was a sarcastic remark that he was not qualified to thank Yang Qingheng. Song Hengjue understood it, gritted his teeth, and was about to say something when he saw Yang Qingheng go upstairs, so he quickly followed.

Unexpectedly, the person opposite him was faster, climbing the stairs first and giving him a slight smile: "I organized many of Qingheng's things, so I know which drawer they are in. Let me tidy them up. Mr. Song is a guest, so you can sit and rest."

Song Hengjue's expression changed after being provoked by him.

Yang Qingheng turned around and saw this scene. She thought to herself, "She's so naive. She dares to compete with Tang Bainian in being a green tea bitch. Isn't she just offering her face to be rubbed?"

But when she noticed the aggrieved look in Song Hengjue's eyes, her heart softened, and she beckoned him with her hand: "Didn't you say you were going to help me tidy up? What are you standing there for? Are you slacking off?"

Although he was scolded, Song Hengjue felt inexplicably happy. Yang Qingheng didn't scold just anyone. She wouldn't even say a word to people she didn't get along with.

She glanced smugly at Tang Bainian, then scurried into Yang Qingheng's room, saying, "I won't slack off."

Tang Bainian pursed his lips, stopped in his tracks, and turned to walk downstairs.

Secretary Qian inexplicably saw a sense of loss in his back view and looked at the back of his head with sympathy.

In order not to miss the time when the lady came back to pack her things, he specially took a day off. He didn't expect to be annoyed by the vixen. If he had experienced this, he would have exploded on the spot and torn Song Hengjue apart.

Our head of the household is so good-tempered and broad-minded. To avoid putting his wife in a difficult position, he didn't bother with that vixen. He must have gone downstairs to grieve.

He sighed and shook his head helplessly.

It's a pity that the wildflowers are always more fragrant than the flowers in the garden. The lady is still young and couldn't resist the temptations outside.

Song Hengjue had no idea he was being scolded again. He was quickly putting Yang Qingheng's clothes into the suitcase. When he saw what was in the cabinet on the far side, his lips tightened and a sour feeling welled up in his heart again.

Yang Qingheng had said she would buy him those sweaters, but Tang Bainian took them. They are now neatly hanging in the closet, and that bastard Tang Bainian might even be wearing them every day.

Song Hengjue felt like she was about to explode with anger, and reached out to tear off those clothes.

"What are you standing here for? Get to work!" Yang Qingheng turned around and saw Song Hengjue slacking off, so she reminded him.

Feeling guilty, Song Hengjue slammed the cabinet door shut: "I...I'll pack it right away."